All language subtitles for The.Good.House.2021.

[waves crashing]

[woman] So, my family's
lived in Wendover
for almost 300 years.

The town was settled in 1629
as a fishing village.

Clamming and shipbuilding
followed.

Of course, those industries
are long gone.

But we still have
the beaches and the breezes
and the salt air.

Wendover has never lost
its appeal.

Because we've got
the best damn views
on the North Shore of Boston.

It's so beautiful.

I feel like
I'm cheating...
[chuckles]

...showing you this house
with this view
on a day like today.

I wouldn't change
a thing.

Except for
the price.

Wait till you see
the root cellar, Robert.

It's gonna knock
your socks off.

"Root cellar"?
I've always wanted
one of those.

You have?

The Sandersons are living
in a two-bedroom condo

in Swampscott.

They can't afford this place.

I know it, they know it.

But I'm giving them
an education,

and this is how
it always begins.

With denial.

-I don't want to bug her.
-Ask her to call back.

[woman]
I don''t think they'll come down
much on the asking price.

The good news is
it's not the only house
for sale in Wendover.

So, this is
Wendover Crossing,

our version of downtown.

I love it here.

We will find you
the right house.

Buying a house
that's out of reach
is a recipe for misery.

I should know.

I bought a house
I could almost afford.

And if everything had gone
according to plan, I'd be fine.

That's not what happened.

That's
the Dwight house.

Just two miles
from Hathaway Elementary,

which is an excellent
public school.

It's so adorable.

Well, I can't get you
in there today,

but I think
it could be
a really good fit.

[woman]
It wouldn't be the full tour

without showing you
Wendover Rise.

You can see the tidal marshes.

Excellent clamming still.

What is that house?

I sold that a year ago
to the McAllisters.

Lovely couple from Boston.

He runs
a hedge fund.

Gorgeous property.
20 acres.

They did a big renovation
and just recently moved in.

It looks pricey.

-It was.
-Mmm.

Is that Rebecca?

Hi, Rebecca!

Hope we didn't
startle you.

Oh.

Rebecca, Lisa and
Rob Sanderson.

They're thinking of moving
from Swampscott.

Oh. Well, Wendover is
a special place.

I ride my horse every day.
There are so many
beautiful trails.

I'm dying to see
what you've done with the house.

I'll bring a casserole.

I would really,
really love that.

It''s chilly outside, dear.

Do me a favor
and put on a sweater.

-Oh. [chuckles]
-And a hat.

-Some leggings. [chuckles]
-[Rebecca chuckles] Yes.

Sometimes I get carried away.
I don't really
think things through. [laughs]

-All right.
-Take care, Rebecca.

Hello, Kendall.

Any calls?

No, and I've texted him,
like, 20 times.

I meant,
did I get any calls?

I don't think so.

It's a yes
or no question, dear.

No.

Okay.

Oh, I forgot, um,
your daughter called.

Which one? Tess or Emily?

Um...

I'll figure it out.

Yikes, Mom, is everything okay
with your new assistant?

I'm doing her mother
a favor.

Kendall's on a gap year.

She didn't get into
any of her top schools,

and her boyfriend's at Cornell.

Poor thing.
Have some sympathy.

Oh, please.

I worked my way
through UMass,

and I'm the top broker
on the North Shore.

Or at least I was until--

So, I'm calling
because my bummer landlord
is raising the rent.

Your apartment is
criminally overpriced as it is.

I know, but it's a good deal
for Brooklyn.

[sighs] All right.
Email me the amount.

Just make sure
they fix the toilet, okay?

You're the best, Mom.
I really, really appreciate it.

I'm happy I can help,

and I'm hoping
I won't have to help forever.

Me too. But
I'm trying to build a
career as an artist,

and I need to be in New York.

Do you think I'm excited
to ask you for money?

No. I'm sure it's very hard.

It is hard.
It's embarrassing.

But I hope you know,
all my roommates get help
from their parents too,

and we all feel
like losers. I mean--

Well, chin up, sweetheart,
and let's talk soon, okay?

Bye.

God. [inhales]

I need a good year.

[phone ringing, beeps]

-Tess.
-Hi, Mom.

How are you?

I'm so sorry,
but Lottie is sick.

We don't need you
to babysit tomorrow.

Poor baby.
What's wrong with her?

Hand, foot and mouth.

[Lottie]
My tongue hurts, Mommy.

Well, I'm not afraid
of any hand, foot and mouth.

It seems pretty miserable.
Thank God for Popsicles.

Oh. I gotta go, Tess.

Let me know
if you change your mind, okay?
I'm here if you need me.

-Thanks, Mom.
I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.
-Bye.

["Time of the Season"
plays on car stereo]

Frank, I've been
calling you for days.

Hey, Hildy.

Remember this one?

♪ ...name?
Who's your daddy? ♪

Do you ever answer
your phone?

No.

Well, there's a lawyer
from Boston

who's very interested
in your waterfront lot.

-What for?
-What do you think
he wants it for?

It's one of the best lots
left in Wendover.

I could get you
a wicked good price
for it.

[chuckles]
"Wicked"?

You're talking townie to me.

You're a businessman, Frank.
Don't you wanna make money?

Not as much as you do.

Don't you wanna find out
what he's willing to pay?

You'll lose your access
to Getchell Cove.

I have plenty of coastline
to avail myself of.

"Avail." Where you heading
in that getup?

I'm going to
Wendy Heatherton's party,

not that it's
any of your business.

The butcher's daughter's
gone fancy-pants.

Yeah, and Frankie Getchell
still can't carry a tune.

Never could,
never will.

Let me know
if you change your mind.

I answer my phone.

♪ Hildy answers her phone! ♪

[thinking]
I used to love
going to parties.

But that was before the ambush.

So many cars out there,
I had to park...

[Hildy] I should have
turned around and run.

Where''s my little Lottie-Lou?

-In here, Mom.
-I want my Lottie time

before Grandma Nancy swoops in.

[Hildy]
What's going on?

-Is Lottie all right?
-Yeah, she's fine, Mom.

-She's right here.
-[Hildy] Oh. [sighs]

Is it my birthday?

Mom, come sit down.

Yes, dear.

Let me introduce everyone first.

This is
my eldest daughter, Tess,

and her husband, Michael.

This is Lottie,

my granddaughter, my imp.

-[fusses]
-Yes, I know.

I babysit her whenever I can.
Don't I, sweetheart?

This is their lovely house
in Beverly,

which I happily financed.

This is
my younger daughter, Emily.

She's a little dramatic.

Emily drove all the way up
from New York City for this.

Isn't that thoughtful?

This is my ex-husband Scott,
to whom I pay alimony,

even though he left me for a man
after 22 years of marriage.

That's Wendy Heatherton.

This is 18 months ago
when she still worked for me,

before raiding my Rolodex
and stealing all my clients.

And I didn't know
who this person was.

I'm Joyce, Hildy.

Would you like
to have a seat?

We have people here
who love you

and have some things they'd like
to say to you if you'll listen.

I''m gonna go
put Lottie to bed.

Okay.

What a good girl.

[sighs]

Well, if we're really gonna
do this, I need a drink.

-Oh, my God.
-[Emily] What?

-Mom!
-You've hit the whole point.

-Kidding.
-[Scott scoffs]

[sighs]

It was my graduation.
It was my party.

And I spent
the whole night

terrified that you'd
drink too much and dance
with all of my friends,

which is exactly what you did.

Well, since when
is dancing a crime?

If it were, your father and I
would have been thrown in jail
in college.

We drank too much in college.

Last Thanksgiving,
you passed out
in front of Michael's parents.

It's called napping.

You know I was
going, going, going all week.

I had to make
two dozen little pumpkins
stuffed with corn pudding.

Then there was the DUI.

I tapped the car.

I tapped it.
There was no damage,
no one was hurt.

It just happened to be
that idiot state trooper.

You were drinking
and driving.

Sweetheart, do you think
I was the only one

who drove home from Mamie's
that night?

Are you gonna go off
to all their houses
after this?

Hildy,

the first step is admitting
you have a problem.

I was one of
the top 50 business owners
in all of Massachusetts.

Does that sound like
a problem to you?

Stop, Mom. Just stop!

The clients
are asking questions.

I'm sorry, Mom,

but if you don't get help,
Michael and I can't leave you
alone with Lottie anymore.

[Joyce]
I can take you tonight, Hildy.

So I let them send me away.

All I could think was
it was too bad the girls
never met my mother,

because then they'd know
what a real alcoholic
looks like.

Hildy Good!

-Peter.
-Hey.

-Good to see you.
-Good to see you.

And, Elise,
we haven't seen you
in a while.

Well, I do what I can
to avoid these kinds of things.

Love the new glasses.

They're not new.

Rebecca McAllister,
Peter and Elise Newbold.

-Peter grew up here,
but now they're in Cambridge.
-Hi.

Yeah, we come up
every weekend.

Rebecca's from Boston.

Via Brazil. I grew up
all over the world, actually.

I met my husband
on a plane.

-Here he is.
-Hey there, Hildy.

-Brian, how are you?
-Thirsty as shit.

Hildy and I used to babysit
Dr. Newbold.

Mamie Lang,
one of my oldest friends.

We haven't been seeing
much of each other lately.

You should have seen him
skipping around
in these little short pants.

-Good grief!
-I was eight.

Peter is
our resident psychiatrist.

Well, I spend
most of the week at McLean,

and then
I practice up here
a couple days a week.

Wendover keeps him very busy.

The worried well.

Hildy, Carl and I are so glad

you could join us
at our little soiree.

Uh-oh!

Got the two
real estate queens here.

This town big enough
for the both of them?

[chuckles]

Shall we say, uh,
pistols at dawn?

I like to sleep in.

[all chuckling]

Aren't the McAllisters
a wonderful addition
to Wendover?

-Delightful.
-Mmm.

How are you doing?

I think
I'm doing just fine.

Carl, the servers
aren't circulating.

Say something.

I'm just
so proud of you, Hildy.

So, so proud.

I get a bit too much of that
these days.

[laughing, chattering]

It's true! Brian thinks I can
destroy things with my mind.

No, it's
her body chemistry

or static electricity
or something,

but every time
I buy her a watch,
the thing stops working.

Rolex, Cartier,
doesn't matter.

Brian thinks
I'm a witch.

I think maybe your wife
just has bad luck with watches.

You know
who's a witch?

-Oh.
-I knew I liked you
for a reason.

Her great-great-great...

-Eight generations.
-[Rebecca chuckles]

My ancestor, Sarah Good,

was one of the first
accused witches in Salem.

Hildy can read minds.

Can you please read
Brian's mind?

I'm sure there's more in there
than just numbers.

[chuckles] I think
she gives me too much credit.

Do it, Hildy.

All right,
but only if you promise
not to hang me.

[Rebecca, Brian laugh]

Brian,

give me your hand.

Mmm.

[exhales]

Now...

I'm gonna ask you to think about
something that happened
in your past, a memory.

I'll present you
with a few questions.

Just try not to nod
or give anything away
with your eyes.

Oh, I got
a killer poker face.

Now just look at me,

try not to blink,
don't nod,

and think about...

Oh.

It's a happy memory.
It's from your childhood.

No.

-Don't nod.
-I didn't nod.

-I didn't see him nod.
-He nodded with his eyes.

It wasn't a regular day.

It was a special day.
It was Christmas.

No, it wasn't Christmas.
It was...

It was your birthday.

You're good.

Stop helping me.

It was when you were
still a child.

You were nine?

No.

I believe you were ten.

It was something
you were given, a gift.

Try to remember where you were
when you first saw it.

You weren't in
the house.

You were outside.

You were led outside and you saw

the yellow bicycle
your parents gave you
for your tenth birthday.

Holy crap.

It happens every time.
It gives me chills.

That is--
That is freaky.

That's not even
a major memory for me.

[Peter]
She told you
to think of it.

Didn't you, Hildy?

Brilliantly,
by the way.

Do you mind if I
try to deconstruct
what you just did?

[Hildy]
Be my guest.

Okay, so,

first thing I noticed
was some suggestive things.

You said, um,
"I'm going to present you
with some questions."

Present.

Uh, and then you said
several times,

"Don't give anything away."
"Give me your hand."

So, you suggested that he recall
a memory of a present or a gift.

I must be very clever.

And then it was a classic
cold reading from there.

There's more to it.

I've seen it
too many times.

Well, cheers to you, Hildy Good.

To the witches of Wendover.

To Hildy!

["Season of the Witch"
by Donovan begins]

-[dogs barking]
-Hello, girls.

Hello, my beautiful bitches.
How are you?

[man] ♪ Many sights to see ♪

♪ And when I look
in my window ♪

♪ So many different people
To be ♪

♪ You've got to pick up
Every stitch ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Must be the season
Of the witch ♪

My daughters know perfectly well
that I have never had a drink
before 5:00.

Never.

Alcoholics drink during the day.

They binge drink.

They drink alone.

I never drank alone...

before rehab.

I was born three drinks
short of comfortable.

That's all.

Girls, this merlot is divine.

Scott always said
I should stop
after my third drink.

That's when you start
to get out of control.

What are you
talking about?

Three drinks is
when I start to feel in control.

♪ You've got to pick up
Every stitch, yeah ♪

Who wants to go for a swim?

Do you want to go?
Do you want to go, huh?

Yes, yes, we're gonna go.
[makes kissing sound]

Go, go, go. Come on.

[sighs]

♪ Must be the season
Of the witch, yeah ♪

They'd think this was sad,
my daughters.

[chuckles]

-But I'm happy.
-[dog barks]

All right. Come on.
[makes kissing sound]

Yes. What a good puppy.

-[waves crashing]
-[dog barking]

[boy]
No, no, no!

-Come on, Jake.
Jake, it's okay, honey.
-No, no, no!

No, no, no!

-Patch!
-No, no, no!

-Jake, honey.
-Jake.

-[Patch] Jake, Jake. Jake.
-He's having a total meltdown.

-No! No! No!
-No, Jake, Jake, Jake. Stop.

-[woman shushes]
-[Patch] It's okay.

[Patch]
It's okay. Okay?

Wanna go watch a show?

[Patch] Yeah?

I saw this
and thought of Jake.

-Hey, Hildy.
-Hey, Patch.

Hey, Cassie.

Thank you.
[chuckles]

God. [sighs]

[chuckles]
We, uh...

We had to move
the locks up last week

because Jake got out.

Took us two hours
to find him.

Turns out he was
in Bob Crandall's yard
just staring at a backhoe.

-I have good news.
-Yeah?

I have some potential buyers.

The fixer-upper angle
isn't working.

House has great curb appeal,

but inside
we need some TLC.

Well, I'd love to, but Patch
is already working three jobs.

-He doesn't have the time.
-That's why I wanna call
Frank Getchell.

Getchell?
We can't afford
one of Frank's crews.

I would pay Frankie myself.

No, Hildy,
I'm not taking your money.

Cassie,
I need to sell this house
as much as you do.

You can pay me back
when we close.

Now,

what do you think
is under that carpet?

Disgusting stains.
I don't know, Hildy.
[chuckles]

-[Hildy] Huh.
-[Cassie sighs]

[announcer]
Oh and two the count.
Swing and a miss.

Lambert notches another K.

A good slider,
and it's one away.

-The Sox's season is--
-Hey, Hildy.

What happened,
did you take the wrong driveway?

I would've called,
but we've established
you don't answer your phone.

Recovered from last night?

Last night...

[laughing]

Whoo-hoo!

Pretty cold for a midnight dip.

Good night, Hil.

Oh, Frank. You scared
the shit out of me.

What are you doing here?
[chuckles]

Fishing.
Or trying to.

You were spying on me.

I came here
for peace and quiet.

-Uh-huh.
-Yeah.

Instead, I got an eyeful.

Bring back
any happy memories?

-You look good, Hil.
-Oh, Frankie.

Thanks for
the show.

Whoo!

[baseball game broadcast
continues]

Water's warmest
this time of year, Frank.
You know that.

-Water was 58 last night.
-Listen,

I need work done
at the Dwights'.

Drywall
needs patching,

whole place needs paint,
pull up the old carpet.

I got all my guys on a job
over in Manchester this week.

All your guys?

Yep. Big job.

Some hotshot biotech guy

decided he wanted to move
his swimming pool.

The Dwights
are moving to Newton.

They found a good school there
for Jake, but they have to sell
their house first.

Sorry. Bad timing.

Forget I asked.

I'll see who else I can get.

Hildy.

I'll drive over there later,
see what they need.

I can probably spare
one or two guys.

Well, that would be
wonderful.

Patch and Cassie
can really use the help.

Biotech guy's
a real jackass.

Swimming pool
looked fine where it was.

[breathes deep]
Must be nice
to be that rich.

Look like you're doing
all right, Hildy.

So, I'll see you
on the beach?

I'll be the guy in the parka.

-Come on. Those are my clients.
-[door closes]

-[man] Hey, Kendall.
Is Hildy around?
-[Kendall] I don't, uh...

Uh, Peter Newbold
is here to see you.

Do you want me
to get rid of him?

Uh, no, Kendall. Thank you.

Peter, come in.

Is now a bad time?

Not at all.
What can I do for you?

Well... [sighs] ...you might
need a new tenant upstairs.

I'm up for a big job
in San Francisco.

-Long way from Wendover.
-[Peter sighs]

Could be nice
to practice medicine somewhere

where no one's ever seen me
in lederhosen.

[chuckles] Your legs were
like two little toothpicks.

Um, does that mean you and Elise
would be selling the house?

Um, yeah, if I got the position.

Yeah. Well, I'm happy
to take a look.

Give you an idea
of what it's worth.

I remember your father
sitting right up here.
His perch.

He could be
pretty intimidating.

Hmm.

-Yeah, his patients
loved him.
-Mmm.

I can walk through a house once

and know more
about its occupants

than a psychiatrist like Peter
could in a year of sessions.

I like a house
that looks lived in.

General wear and tear
is a healthy sign.

A house that's too clean
speaks as much to me
of domestic discord

as a house
in complete disarray.

Alcoholics, hoarders,
binge eaters, depressives.
You name it.

I could see it all
in the worn edges
of their nests.

I'll run some comps.

Okay. Just so you know,
I'm not really talking
about this to anyone.

I won't tell a soul.
Not even the ghosts.

Thanks, Hildy.

It's one of the sad truths
about being a Realtor.

Divorce is good for business.

[Lottie chattering]

Look at this, though.

I'm gonna put
all kinds of strange things

in the cup.

-There you go.
-I wish your mom

had been around
to play with us
when we were little.

My mom didn't do
this stuff.

Well, she was obviously
clinically depressed.

No one ever used those words
when we were growing up.

Come on, Mom.
Why do you refuse
to talk about it?

-I'm talking about it.
-[scoffs]

You know,
it's just what it was.

If Mom was in a mood,
we went outside.

That's what kids did
back then.

Right.
The good old days.

-Well, I turned out fine.
-[blows raspberry]

Hey. So, uh,

what's she doing here and not
at the Anhawan Beach Club, huh?
[chuckles]

[Hildy] Oh.

I''m sure she wants to meet
some people.

Well, she didn't come
say hello.

The dinosaurs can.

[Hildy] Rebecca.

Hi.

Have you met Cassie Dwight?

No.

Hey. I'm, uh,
Patch Dwight's wife.

He did all the plumbing
for your reno.

-Oh, yeah.
Patch did a great job for us.
-[Cassie chuckles]

And who's
this handsome boy?

-Uh, this is my son Jake.
-Hi.

We're here
almost every afternoon
if it's not raining.

-You should join us.
-Oh, we would love that.

Thank you so much.
[chuckles]

-Jake. Jake, honey. Jake.
-[Jake] My truck! Mine!

-My truck!
-I'm sorry.
He loves trucks.

It's okay. Why don't we
just take turns?

-No, Rebecca, don't touch--
-No, no, no...

It's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.

♪ The wheels on the truck
Go round and round ♪

Jake is autistic.

-I didn't know.
He doesn't look--
-Doesn't look what?

-Cassie, Rebecca's meeting Jake
for the very first time.
-Doesn't look what?

-♪ Round and round... ♪
-Mom, that's my truck.

I know, baby.

-Mom, I want my truck.
-[speaks Portuguese]

Rebecca,
I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault, Hildy.
It's not your fault.

Cassie's under
a lot of pressure.

I'm happy to come back here
with you any day.

That was awful.

[engine starts]

[sighs]

-[Frank] Hey!
-[Hildy] Hey, yourself.

Oh, sorry, Hildy. [grunts]

It's coming along.
What do you think?

I think
we should've talked budget.

The sink was free.

Had a little scratch in it,
so the builders didn't want it.

It's gonna fit perfectly,
and Patch can do
all the plumbing.

Fixtures will be here tomorrow.
It's gonna be good.

And the fridge?

The dishwasher?

I've always got stuff
lying around.

I thought you had all your guys
on another job.

I figured it out.
No big deal.

Guess I asked
the right guy, huh?

Wait till you see the bill.

[chuckles]

Thank you, Frank.

Yeah.

[Hildy] There was a time
in my life I was quite in love
with Frankie Getchell.

You would've been too,
if you could've seen him.

All my friends were.

It was the summer
before college.

He taught me to sail.

[chuckles]

He rebuilt
this whole boat by himself.

Named it after
my notorious ancestor.

Which, for him,
was pretty romantic.

Frankie was my first.

I cried all the way to UMass
that fall. [chuckles]

Frank went into the army,

and I met Scott.

He was oh-so dapper.

Introduced me to the world of
high-thread-count linens

and good wine.

I do miss sailing.

[people chattering]

Seriously?
A cup of coffee is 4.50?

You know what? I'm good.

What a racket.

Hildy.
How are ya?

I'm experiencing
a little bit of sticker shock

over what they're charging
for a cup of coffee.

Wicked good coffee
though.

Fair trade.
Organic microlots.

You can really taste
the vanilla notes.

Where'd you get four dollars
for coffee, Henry?

[chuckles]
I drink it real slow.

Okay, Henry.
Have a good one.

You too, Hildy.
Take it easy.

Maybe I'll see you
at a meeting sometime.

-You know me, Henry.
Never been much of a joiner.
-Hmm.

We got here early.
Did a little window-shopping.

Yeah, this place
is great.

Does a top-notch
chai latte.

Great foam art.

-I got the cutest owl.
-And I got a panda.

Have you read about
the panda that was born
in the Providence zoo?

Terrific addition
to our town, right?

Shall we head over
to the Dwight house?

Don't work
too hard, Hildy.

I won't, Henry.
And I know you won't either.

["Reflections of My Life"
by The Marmalade begins]

[man] ♪ The changing ♪

♪ Of sunlight to moonlight ♪

♪ Reflections of my life ♪

Screw the mug.
Tonight's special.

-[dogs barking]
-Tonight's a celebration.

[treats clatter on floor]

Cheers.

♪ The greetings of people ♪

♪ In trouble ♪

♪ Reflections of my life ♪

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes ♪

Damn it, Kendall.

This is the wrong property.

Sold that four years ago.

Now, girls, I know
when I got back from rehab

I promised
I would never ever drive

if I had even one drop
of alcohol in my system.

But I have barely had anything.

I'm totally fine,

and I will be extra careful.

[exhales]
So, we're good, right?

All right. High five.

See you in 20.

♪ Take me back ♪

♪ Take me back ♪

[song fades]

[woman laughs]

-[man] Um... [chuckles]
-[woman laughs]

[clears throat]

[phone ringing]

-Hildy Good.
-Hildy, Andy over at
North Shore Range Rover.

-Hi, Andy.
-Yeah, hi.

I heard from Judy at the bank,

and I don't know
if there's like a snafu, maybe.

Something with
your lease payments and such?

Are you serious?
My assistant is so hopeless.

I will take care of this
right away.

Okay, good. I thought
it was something like that.

Anyway, come in soon.
The 2023s are beautiful.

Will do. See you soon.

[beeps]

[sighs]

[whinnies, snorts]

I want your life.

I've been meaning
to have you over

since that terrible day
at the beach,

but after,
I just went in a spiral.

Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.

I'm better now.

I started seeing
Peter Newbold.

Oh. Peter's
a good man.

I'm sure he's
a very good psychiatrist.

It was always my secret plan
to convert the boathouse
into a studio.

Huh.

Have you always painted?

I went to
the Royal College of Art.

Picture me with purple hair,
bangs covering my face,

-smoking a cigarette, brooding.
-[chuckles]

Got a bottle of red open,
but I'm happy to open
some white if you prefer.

Uh, I'm getting over a cold.

They're beautiful.
I'm so glad.

-I was afraid you might be
another rich lady with a hobby.
-[laughs]

You're honest.

I paint
from photographs.

I know that-- I know that spot.

That's the-- the Newbold dock.

Yes.

I've always liked you, Hildy.

-I'm so glad
you came over.
-Me too.

I was really looking forward to
moving to Wendover,

then I just plummeted.

I felt so lonely.
I just couldn't find my footing.

Coming into a small town
can be hard

and I'm sure
the incident with Cassie
didn't help anything.

Well, it got me
to get some help, so here I am.

-Here you are.
-[Rebecca chuckles]

Mmm. Hildy Good looking good!

Henry Barlow,
always in the same chair.

[chuckles]
So, you come around
on the coffee?

-I'm meeting clients.
-Oh.

I don't know how I
ever sold a house
in this town

-before overpriced
soy lattes.
-Yeah. [chuckles]

Did you see the house

the Santorelli brothers
are building
out on Gray's Point?

It's a real showplace.

-Is it close to being done?
-Oh, it's very close.

This is why you should
come to meetings.

[Henry]
People really spill
the beans.

Hildy! I heard you sold
the Dwight place.

Yes, I did.

Good for you.

That was a tricky sale.

Excuse me, I'm meeting clients
from California. [chuckles]

Isn't that fun?

Hey, uh, uh, uh.

Hey, careful there,
Hildy.

You'll never get away with it.
Too many witnesses.

But you'll help me
dispose of the body,
won't you, Henry?

Oh, right on,
you know it.

Us OG Wendovers,
we gotta stick together.

-[car approaching]
-[dog barking]

Brian and I had a huge fight.
I didn't know where else to go.

I'm glad
you came here.

[sniffles]

Oh.

Your house is so cozy.

[chuckles] Well,
my ex-husband, Scott,

chose nearly everything
you see.

He left me
for a man.

That must have been
devastating.

I'm surprised
you didn't know,
actually.

Secrets are hard to keep
in this town,

although we do all try
our damnedest.

[sniffles]

Maybe you also
haven't heard

that I went to rehab
a little bit ago
for drinking.

-A gay husband
will do that to you.
-[laughing]

[laughing]

I can't tell you
how many of my friends
have been to rehab.

They're all fine,
meaning they all drink.

Cheers to that. They never
tell you that in rehab.

Mm-mmm. [chuckles]

[sighs]

So, tell me.
What's going on?

Oh, well, Brian
just announces tonight

we're going to Zurich
for Christmas.

Doesn't even ask me.

Zurich? Poor baby.

Okay, I know
how that must sound,

but I moved around a lot
when I was a kid.

I just wanted
to spend Christmas at home,

not some soulless resort,

wondering which
of the many women I can see
out of the corner of my eye

is my husband's mistress.

That's happening?

I made it
so easy for him.

I'm up here,
he's in Boston all week.

What was I thinking?

-He's an idiot.
-Mm. Mm-hmm.

[sniffles]

I feel like I should
clear something up. Um--

I may have led you to believe
that Peter was my psychiatrist,

but I've only
consulted with him
once or twice.

He's not my doctor.

Rebecca, I know you
and Peter are involved.

Okay. [laughs]

-[chuckles]
-Okay. [laughs]

Uh...

What else do you know?

You went to see him.

It was more than
just a session or two.

You started thinking
Peter was attractive
during those sessions.

He's so smart.
And he makes me laugh.

Then you started
running into him all over town.

The gas station,
the beach.

You'd think of him
and he'd be there.

It felt like fate.

Yes.

Peter started telling you
about his life.

His marriage
had been dead for years.

He wants to escape
this tiny corner of the world.

He feels trapped here.

Stifled.

How do you know all this?

Well...

it's true of most men
in midlife, Rebecca.

And most women too.

Truth is we're all
pretty much the same.

Be careful.

I need a drink.
[sighs]

[chuckles]

-Do you want some apple?
-No.

Okay. [sighs]

I have to stop
making snacks for Lottie

and face the fact that
I'm just making snacks
for myself.

How does Grandma Nancy
have time to put together
these inane scrapbooks?

Be nice, Mom.
She really cares about them.

She insisted
I get that to you ASAP.

She picks
the worst pictures of me.

[Hildy] God.

So, I'm back in therapy.

You are? What for?

Anxiety.

Feel like I'm not doing
a good job at work,

like I'm not doing
a good job with...

I'm kind of a mess.
[scoffs]

Welcome to motherhood.

Have you tried a martini?

Very funny.

Good news.

I can help pay,

uh, for Lottie's
preschool tuition after all.

I thought business was slow.

I turned it around
like I always do.

Mom, you don't have to help us.

I want to.

I know you're hug-averse, but--

Oh, I love that
you're doing so well.

Come for dinner tonight.
Michael's making lemon chicken.

Oh, that's so nice, dear.

Another time. I have plans.

Ah.

My daughters would freak
if they could see me right now.

Oh. Don't they
want you to be happy?

No,

-they want me to be easy.
-[chuckles]

[Hildy chuckles]

You know,

I can't tell you how nice
these last weeks have been.

[sighs] I just feel like
I'm part of the world again.

-Cheers to that.
-[Hildy chuckles]

Cheers!

[chuckles]

Peter showed me
this amazing photo of you.

You were in cutoffs
and a yellow bikini top

leaping off
the ferry dock.

Oh.

Well, Peter was
always running around
with his little camera.

-Mmm.
-He was like
the town photojournalist.

-He was good at it too.
-Hmm.

Well, his father
put an end to that.

Doctor Newbold. He sounds
like he was pretty severe.

The town loved him,

but he was hard on Peter.

And I-- I felt for
the little Peanut.

I still do.

Please don't call him Peanut.

No? [laughs] No?

What? It's not sexy?

No, it's not sexy at all.

I don't call him Peanut
to his face.

I call him Dr. Peanut.

[both laughing]

In rehab, a lot of people
talked about having a drink

to brace themselves
for an occasion.

I'm not like that.
I like a drink,
I don't need a drink.

Still, Thanksgiving is
a lot to ask of a sober person.

[man] Is the turkey dry?

I don't like dry.

Hildy, what would you like
to drink with dinner?

I'll have
a Bloody Mary.

Hold the vodka.

You're wicked, Hildy.

-Wicked pissah.
-[chuckles]

It's either that
or a juice box, right?

Don''t skimp on the Tabasco.

Happy Thanksgiving, darling.

[sighs] Happy Thanksgiving.

[Scott] I haven't
been there for a while.

Tess, have you shown your mother
my latest Lottie scrapbook?

There are some terrific photos
of you in it, Hildy.

Can't wait to see it.

Oh, gosh, I forgot to put
the pies in the oven.

-I'll do it.
-Get a spoon in this.

All right. Let's eat, please.
Everyone altogether.

[Tess] Perhaps wait
till Mom's back.

[Nancy]
This looks fantastic.

[Scott]
God, this is great!

[Bill]
Gravy's good.

I haven't had anything
but wine

since I started
drinking again.

In my mind, somehow,
wine is not really drinking.

Vodka definitely is.

[Bill]
Very good.

Nancy,

I'm gonna go pull those pies
out of the oven for you.

Still can't believe
you gave her a carrot.

She'll eat vegetables
if I give them to her.

[chattering]

Nancy, the pies look incredible.

Such beautiful latticework.

I mean,
you're a real artist.

Mom, your cranberry sauce
is the best.

I always double
the orange zest.

[Scott]
I can't get full of it.

I look forward to this
every year. Mmm.

-[Bill] Fantastic.
-[Tess] I'm so full.

I think she's got
a natural gift for music.

I do.

Doesn't take after
our side of the family.

She gets it
from you and Mom.

They used to sing.

[Bill]
It's a very difficult
profession.

Musicians die younger,

on average,
than the general population.

[Nancy chuckles]

Thanks, Dad.

[all chuckling]

It's just something
we used to do for fun
in college.

Well, no,
we made some money.

We played in coffeehouses.

People knew who we were in--

in Northampton.

In Northampton.

Me want Grammy and Grandpa
to sing, right?

[chuckles]

-Yes! Michael,
go get my guitar.
-No.

All right.

Lightfoot?

Yes-foot.

♪ That's what you get
For lovin' me ♪

♪ That's what you get
For lovin' me ♪

♪ Every thing you
had is gone ♪

♪ As you can see ♪

♪ That's what you get
For lovin' me ♪

♪ I ain't the kind
To hang around ♪

♪ With any new love
I have found ♪

♪ Movin' is my stock-in-trade
♪

♪ I'm movin' on ♪

♪ I won''t think of you
When I'm gone ♪

♪ So don't you shed a tear
For me ♪

♪ I ain't the love
You thought I'd be ♪

-[Hildy stammers]
-♪ Someday
When your poor heart-- ♪

I think, that is.

-♪ Is on the mend-- ♪
-Well done.

♪ I just might pass
This way again ♪

[Scott] One more time.

♪ That's what you get
For lovin' me ♪

[applauding]

Haven't forgot a thing.

[Scott]
You were delightful tonight.

I was, wasn't I?

I left
my broomstick at home.

Why'd you have to be
so fucking gay?

[chuckling]

God, I think
I better call a taxi.

The girls are on me
to cut back on the booze too.

[Tess]
Thank you. Get home safe.

Oh, thank you,
sweetheart.

-Oh, wow, Mom.
A real hug!
-[chuckles]

I'll be back home
in a couple of weeks.

-I can't wait.
-It's so late, Mom.

-Why don't you
just spend the night?
-Oh, I wish I could, dear.

But I have the dogs,

I have clients
in the morning.

Oh. You have to work
the day after Thanksgiving?

My mortgage
doesn't pay itself, Nancy.

[Nancy] Oh.

[man] ♪ For your love ♪

-Whoops!
-[tires squeal]

♪ For your love ♪

♪ I give you everything
And more ♪

-♪ And that's for sure ♪
-♪ For your love ♪

♪ I bring you diamond rings
And things right
to your door ♪

-♪ For your love ♪
-♪ To thrill you
with delight ♪

♪ I give you diamonds bright ♪

♪ There'll be days
That will excite ♪

You know, in rehab,
everyone had to talk
about their "jackpots."

That's when you get wicked drunk

and embarrass yourself in a way
you wish you could forget.

Now, I've had
my share of jackpots.

Who hasn't?

But I never told anyone anywhere
about my Frankie Getchell
jackpot.

[Hildy]
It was nine years ago,

right before Scott left me.

Frankie. I thought
it would be one of your guys.

No, me.

I just have a flat.

Yeah, I'm gonna take care of it,

but I wanna get you home first.

-Okay?
-Wait!

Wait, wait.

I have to ask you
a very serious question.

What?

Why do you wear
that little tablecloth
on top of your head?

-[chuckles]
-[Hildy laughs]

Gee, Hil.

Why don't you tell me
what you're really thinking?

I just did.
I hate your bandanna.

-Well, ju--
-You have such pretty hair.

Where's Scott at?

Mmm. He's, uh...

Uh, he's in Upstate New York.

He's, um, antiquing.

It's just me. I'm all alone.

Uh, okay.

But... I'm alone
even when he's home. [chuckles]

What does that mean?

He doesn't even look at me.
He doesn't even come near me.

You serious?

Yes.

-This-- No.
-Oh...

Let's not go there, okay?

-Hildy, no.
-What, what, what?

No, no, no.

No.

You think I'm unattractive.

I think you're married,
and hammered.

You sleep it off.

You're gonna feel different
in the morning.

You used to be fun.

[engine starts]

[exhales sharply]

Where are blackouts
when you need them?

Anyway, I'm not about to start
having jackpots now.

Not when everything
is starting to look up, up, up.

[sighs]

Happy Thanksgiving, Frankie.

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your love ♪

[engine accelerates]

♪ For your love, for
your love ♪

♪ I would give the
stars above ♪

♪ For your love, for
your love ♪

♪ I would give you
all I could ♪

[song fades]

Hildy, thank God!

I've been looking for you.
Are you okay?

Uh, I'm fine, Rebecca.
How are you?
How was your Thanksgiving?

Wait, what?
Hildy, I've been trying
to reach you.

Last night
really scared me.

You don't remember.

Of course I remember.

You came to the house
at 2:00 in the morning.

You woke Ben up.

You tried to convince me
to egg Wendy Heatherton's house.

Brian was gonna drive you home,
but you just took off.

You're sweet
to check on me.

I'm sorry
if I disturbed Ben.

Are you really gonna lose
your house?

If you need to,
Brian might be able
to loan you some money.

I have clients coming
from Connecticut any moment,

so I have to go
prepare for them.

You really shouldn't be
driving around like that.

I certainly don't make
a habit of it. [laughs]

I hope you
haven't told anybody
about me and Peter.

Jesus.

What's going on
between you and Peter
is none of my business.

Because he could lose
his license,

which is ridiculous
because I barely even saw him
professionally.

I have told no one.

That you remember.

You know, Rebecca,
I don't have a rich husband.
I have to work for a living.

And I wouldn't be
this successful

if I was in the habit
of running around town

blabbing about matters
that don't concern me.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'm gonna get ready
for my fucking clients!

[sighs] Obviously Rebecca
is a tad unstable.

Should probably keep
my distance.

[sniffles] Maybe I did have
a little too much last night.

[sighs]

Needless to say,
it won't happen again.

[Patch] You don't think
the Sandersons could push?

I know they can't.

They have to be
out of their condo February 1.

[Cassie]
Right, it's just...

that school in Newton
said they were holding
a spot for Jake,

and now they can't take him
until fall.

[Patch] We were just wondering,
what would happen
if we back out?

We'll lose the Sandersons.

[Cassie]
I know this sucks, Hildy.

We're sorry. You've done
so much to help us out.

We'll sell in the summer.

We all want
what's best for Jake.

-Right?
-[phone beeps]

Hildy, Andy over at
North Shore Range Rover.

And this is awkward,
but your assistant

still hasn't dealt with
your payment situation,

-but apropos of
our discussion--
-[phone beeps]

Hey, lady, wake up! Hey!

You gotta--
You gotta be careful,
Hildy.

You're gonna end up
roadkill.

I hope you can wait
a little longer
for me to pay you.

The Dwights just
backed out of the sale.

Ah-- [mumbles]
Oh, I thought of you.

I was out fishing
with Manny Briggs the other day,

and I saw that spread
the Santorellis are putting up.

Is it huge? Is it ugly?

They got a chain over the drive.
I can't get in to see it.

It's mighty.
Takes up the whole point.

You think Manny
would take me out
to get a look sometime?

Why don't you come out with us
some morning?

You're gonna have to
haul traps though.

[horn honks]

Go around me, you asshole!

[laughing]

People.

I'd like that, Frankie.

Where's your hat?
It's freezing out there.

I look terrible in hats.

I like that
you didn't clean up for me.

-I did.
-[chuckles] Really?

Hey, Manny.

Hiya, Hildy.

[Hildy] Hi, Bill.

She baked, uh, muffins.

They got bran in them?
I'm pretty clogged up.

See what
you've been missing?

[woman]
♪ Call me the sea ♪

♪ Call me the stream ♪

All right.
You're gonna borrow this.

[chuckles]

I told you
I look terrible
in hats. [chuckles]

Nah.

Cute as a button.

Go Pats.

Go Pats.

-Frank, coming up.
-Oh.

You all set?

-Yep. Ready to go.
-[Frank] Okay.

♪ Call me the air ♪

♪ Call me the grass ♪

[Frank] Okay.

♪ The silence of the hare ♪

♪ Hear my call ♪

♪ Hello, lo, lo, lo
Lo, lo, lo, lo ♪

[Hildy] I'm ready.

You do the honors.

Look at them.

♪ Call me the bark ♪

♪ Call me the stone ♪

♪ Call me the lark ♪

-♪ Call ♪
-♪ Hear the sound ♪

♪ Hello, lo, lo, lo
Lo, lo, lo, lo ♪

Yep.

[song ends]

Know anyone
working on it?

Uh, Bill Rudolph's
doing the tiling.

[Manny] I hear it's got
a upstairs laundry
and a downstairs laundry.

And a movie theater
with a popcorn machine.

Gotta get this listing
ahead of Wendy Heatherton.

[shutter clicking]

Um...

Uh, Frank.

You wanna come over
for dinner?

Help me eat these?

-Dinner?
-Yeah.

It's this meal people eat
at the end of the day.

It's pretty popular.

[chuckles]

Sure.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Dinner.

What?

I know it looks bad,
but really, it's fine.

We're supposed to have
our first freeze tonight,

and I don't want
all these bottles
exploding and making a mess.

I mean, come on. I'm just gonna
tuck them away in the cellar.

I'm not gonna sneak them
under my bed or anything.

It's a really...

-I got this recipe...
-...great kitchen.

I got this recipe
out of the Globe.

You got a good--
It's a great kitchen.

You really lucked out
with this house, Hildy.

"Lucked out"? [scoffs]

Didn't exactly win it
in the lottery.

You've done real good
for yourself.
That's what I meant to say.

You haven't done
so badly yourself,
Frankie.

You should let me sell
that lot next door for you.

You really want
some Boston lawyer
to build some McMonster there

that you have to look at
every day?

I don't think so.

Why are you
so protective of my view?

I've seen you make
some pretty big mistakes.

You have?

Name one.

Taking Wendy Heatherton
under your wing.

Agreed.

Driving that stupid car.

Well, I needed
to project success.

Marrying a gay guy.

Okay. Clearly you're on top of
my many mistakes.

Whoa.

Should I get another bottle?

I don't know. Should you?

[song starts]

[man]
♪ If you ever change
your mind ♪

-Do you mind if I, uh...
-Be my guest.

♪ About leavin'
Leavin' me behind ♪

♪ Baby, bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

Why don't you put
that jazz cabbage down
and come over here?

Ja-- "Jazz cabbage"?

-♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I know I laughed
When you left ♪

Hmm.

♪ But now I know
I only hurt myself ♪

♪ Baby, bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

♪ Bring it on home to me ♪

Mmm.

-♪ Yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

-♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'll give you jewelry ♪

♪ And money too ♪

-Oh...
-[Hildy laughs]

♪ That ain't all
That ain't all I'd
do for you ♪

-[barking]
-[Frank grunts]

[Hildy] Yes.

[Frank, Hildy grunting]

-You're really throwing me off.
-[dog whimpers, barks]

-Molly, lie down.
-[dog whimpers]

[Frank grunting]

Yes.

[knocking]

[Emily]
Mom? Are you in there?

-Oh. No, no, no.
-Are you with somebody?

-Emily.
-[grunting]

As a matter of fact, I am.

Did you forget
I was coming home tonight?

Can I help you?

Are there any toothbrushes?
I left my toothbrush
in New York.

-Oh, God.
-Uh...

Have you tried under the sink
in the guest bath?

I did.
Those are all medium.
I like soft.

Just use a medium
and brush soft!

-Oh. Uh, I guess I could floss.
-There you go.

And maybe rinse
my mouth out with--

-Good night, Emily.
-Oh. Okay, bye.

[Emily]
Is this a new rug?

[grunting]

-Frank.
-Yeah?

Did we-- Did we leave
a bottle downstairs?

Uh...
Probably, yeah.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

-I'm supposed to be in recovery.
-[grunts]

My daughters think I go to AA.

Oh, come on.

They're gonna send me
back there again.

Hildy. You're the mom.
You can do whatever you want.

-Frank.
-Yeah?

-Frank, I--
-[moans] What?

Will you please,
please, please go?

Hmm?

I'm sorry. I just have to--

Yeah. No. Sure. Yeah.

-It's just that--
-Okay.

No, no. I understand.
I understand.

[grunts, pants]

Oh, God.
The snow already started.

I gotta get my guys out
with their plows anyways.

[groans]

[breathes heavily]

So, I'll, uh...

I'll see you around, Hil.

-Take this bottle.
-Yeah.

And then, uh,
take the one downstairs--
Take it out.

Yeah.
Wow, it's coming down.
I gotta go.

Is there anything else?

Yeah,
I've got everything.

Okay.

Oh. Pants on.

In case I run into
your daughter.

Don't want her coming after me
like your old man did. Remember?

Frankie.

Give me a kiss
before you go.

Okay, sure.

Okay.

Thanks for the lobsters.
They were perfectly cooked.

[door opens, closes]

[coffee grinder whirring]

Morning, Emily.

Can you turn the heat up?
It's freezing in here.

It's winter, kiddo.

Put on a sweater
and some socks.

I told you
I'd be home
on the 17th.

Well, it's been
very busy at work.

Was that Frank Getchell's truck
in the driveway last night?

It was, yes.

Were you in bed
with Frank Getchell?

What if I was?

Are you dating
Frank Getchell?

Maybe.

[chuckles]
He's the garbageman.

He owns
a maintenance company

that happens to handle
garbage removal.

One of his many
lucrative businesses.

He happens to be one of
the wealthiest people in town,
Emily.

He wears a do-rag.

Well, that was a bad look.
And he got rid of that
years ago.

Were you drinking last night?

I found a bottle of wine
in the trash.

And it smelled
like somebody
was smoking weed.

Frank drinks.
And he smokes.

All of my friends drink.
As do my daughters.

But you weren't?

No, Emily. Of course not.

The relief on Emily's face,

you'd think
she and Tess had spent
their entire childhoods

carrying me out of bars.

Now, look, I know it
must seem awful to blatantly lie
to one's own daughter,

but it's for Emily's own good.

Her peace of mind.

Does he smell like garbage?

He smells like a man.

Ew!

[chuckles]

Kendall, have you seen
my tape measure?
I thought I left--

I can't talk right now.

Who else was there?

Okay.

I can't believe
she said that.

Hildy,
what happened to
the Range Rover?

Is it in the shop?

No, Wendy.
This is my new car.

I can't believe that you can
fold yourself into that thing

with those amazing,
long legs of yours.

I'm a grandmother now.
I wanted to do something
for the planet.

My clients seem to
really appreciate the gesture.

Of course.
We all need
to do our part.

We do.

You know Lisa
and Robert.

Hi.

Good to see you,
Hildy.

Hey, Hildy.
You left me a message?

Oh. Uh, yes, Peter.
Uh, come in.

Um...

So, I was just wondering
what was happening
with the house.

Um... No decisions yet.

Elise and Sam coming up
for the weekend?

No, Elise has a faculty thing,

and Sam's got
a soccer tournament.

Oh. You're on your own
quite a bit these days.

Yeah. Uh, well--

I'm working on my book.

How''s Rebecca?
I haven't seen her for a while.

Hildy, this isn't my place,

but Rebecca mentioned
that you'd been drinking again.

Is everything okay?

I drink with my friends
from time to time.

It's a social thing.
No big deal.

Well, we all self-medicate
in our own ways.

I know you were very young
when your mother
committed suicide.

And they didn't have anything
like grief counseling back then.

So some of your...

I don't think anybody...

in all the many years
since my mother's death

had ever actually stated
the fact of it so plainly to me.

[inhales sharply]
People talked about
my mother's "tragic passing"

and her "untimely death",

but never ever did anyone
say the word "suicide."

[Hildy]
She drank, of course.

But everyone did back then.

Nobody was an "alcoholic."

Ma, is it okay
if I have supper at Mamie's?

Ma?

Emily?

Em?

Hey, pups.

Hey, girls.

How are you? Yes.

Who wants to come down
to the cellar with me

and get
a little bottle of merlot?

That yummy merlot. Huh?

I don't blame you.
It's pretty creepy.

I'm just gonna get
a little something.

Take the edge off.

[door closes]

[Emily] Mom?

Hello?

I'm here with Hailey.

Hi, Ms. Good.

Mom?

Maybe she's at
her boyfriend's.

Do you think they have sex?
Aren't they too old?

No, because I
heard them.

-[Hailey gags, laughs]
-[Emily laughs]

-[loud dance music plays]
-[young women laughing,
chattering]

[laughing]

[inhales, sighs] Oh.

[laughing]

[laughing, chattering continue]

[dog tags jingling]

[whining, licking]

You can do this.

You can stop.

You can stop right now.

You don't need it.

[sobs] You don't need it.

You just--

You just have to stop now.

-[phone beeps]
-[line rings]

[Frank] Hey, Hil.

You answered your phone.

Well, it's you.

[Hildy]
May Santa come early.

-[Scott] And often.
-[chuckling]

Merry Christmas,
everyone.

-[Scott] Merry Christmas.
-[Tess] Merry Christmas.

-Emily.
-Merry Christmas.

[Scott] Darling.
Merry Christmas. Mmm.

You don't wanna have
the whole ocean
in front of you,

because the ocean
in front of you
can be very threatening.

[chuckling] Okay.

[whimpering]

[Frank]
These sheets are great.

My girls
really like you.

Well, they're
good girls.

Which one is older?
Is it Tess or...

I was talking about
my dogs.

-Oh.
-Bottom line is,

none of the four
has bitten you,

and that's
a good sign.

Of what?

You know, that I'm happy.

-Hmm.
-I feel like myself
with you.

Usually I only feel like myself
when I have a drink in my hand.

I like when
you're not drinking,

because then
I know that you're...

you know,
where you wanna be,

and you're with
who you wanna be with.

And I'm not
just some...

Piece of meat?

Yeah.

Some...
tough old pot roast.

Tough old pot roast.

-[phone ringing]
-[Frank] It's a little late.

Who could that be?

[ringing]

Rebecca.

-Rebecca?
-I know it's late,

and we haven't been talking,
but I'm really freaking out.

What's going on?

Peter and I were supposed to
spend Valentine's Day together,

but now I can't reach him.

He's not answering his phone,
and I have a terrible feeling

-that something bad
is gonna happen.
-Hang up. It's late.

It's late, Rebecca.
Let's talk tomorrow.

He wants to change his life,
but he's panicking.

He thinks he'll
lose everything.
Will you please call him?

No, I won't call him.

I can't get involved in this.

Peter warned me
not to trust you.

He said you were
a manipulative old drunk
feeding on gossip,

but I know you care about him.

Go to bed,
you fruitcake.

Is that what people
think of me?

Oh, Hildy.
I don't give a care
what people think.

Neither should you.

I do.
I care what people think.

[sighs]

Women who don't care
what people think

end up hanged
in the public square.

Oh. Not anymore.

Cash offer, at asking--

You're shitting me.

Closing to be
mutually determined.

Jake can finish out
the school year.

We haven't told him yet.

It sounds fishy.

Would you sit down?
You're being rude.

I called the bank.
It all checks out.

But who are these people?
We haven't had
a showing in weeks.

It's this couple
from New York.

They saw the pictures
on my website and fell in love.

[all chuckling]

Sign the papers.

[laughs]

Henry!

Let me buy you
a hundred-dollar
cup of coffee.

You're in a good mood.

Well, springtime,
business is picking up.

Not to mention what's picking up
between you and Frankie Garbage.

Henry,
you would have made
a great Realtor.

[laughing] Yeah.

What did they ask
for the Newbold place?
I thought they'd never sell.

-They're not selling.
-Oh, yeah?

Linda Barlow is up there now
going through the attic,

packing and pitching stuff.

I figured you'd be
the agent on that one.

You used to babysit
Peter Peanut.

See, now? This is why
you need to come to meetings.

[sighs]

Hey, Hildy.

I heard you and Elise
are selling the house.

Yeah. I was just coming
to talk to you about that.

You gave the listing
to Wendy Heatherton.

[sighs]

It's not personal.

It's extremely personal.

I'm a manipulative old drunk
who feeds on gossip?

I was feeling
backed into a corner
when I said that.

You got the job
in San Francisco.

Rebecca wants to go
with you.

Look, Brian McAllister knows
that Rebecca was my patient.

The second
he finds out about us,
he'll destroy me and my career.

We can't be together,
but I don't know how
to tell her.

Peter, I'm not interested
in telling your secrets
or ruining your career,

but you have to list
your house with me.

You're threatening me?

I'm the local Realtor.

I've known you your whole life.

If you don't stick with me,
nobody will.

You're gonna call
Wendy Heatherton

and tell her you are listing
your house with me.

[screaming]

What is it?

-I got into Dartmouth!
-You did?

-Can I go meet my mom
for lunch?
-Yes, absolutely.

Oh! Mmm!

Thank you! [sighs]

-Whoo-hoo!
-Oh! [chuckles] Hi.

Okay.

I've never seen her
happy before.

She just got into
an Ivy, so, you know,

she thinks
the rest of her life's
gonna be a cakewalk.

[chuckles]

Hildy, I wanted to apologize
for dragging you into my drama.

You were my only friend
in Wendover.

This is for you.

My house.

[chuckles]
I finally convinced Peter

that we have to tell
Brian and Elise.

No more sneaking around.

And I really wanna introduce
Peter to Ben.

Not my business.

We're moving to San Francisco.

Starting over.

You think Brian is gonna let you
take Ben to San Francisco?

Well, I think there are
definitely gonna be
some fireworks,

but I think,
in the end,

Brian will do
what's best for Ben.

I wish you both well, Rebecca.
I really do.

I wish everybody well.

[chuckles]

Oh.

[door opens, closes]

It was on the strength
of the Newbold listing,

and my snazzy presentation,

that I landed
the Santorelli brothers
and their premium property.

I gave it a name:
"Clementine's Cove."

[chuckles]
Oh, yeah.

Hildy.
To Clementine's Cove.

Uh, you know, I can't.
I'm being good.

Oh, come on, Hildy.
You can't leave us
hanging here.

Yeah, deal's not closed
till we toast.

Okay, if you insist.
Just a sip.

All right.
Chindon.

Clementine's Cove.

Clementine's Cove.

[laughing]

Oh, my God. Mamie?

-Mamie Lang!
-Oh, my God.

Mamie Lang!

-Hildy Good!
-Oh.

-[chuckling]
-[Mamie] Oh!

Looks like
you're having fun.

You guys know
Mamie Lang?

-Uh, no.
-Mamie Lang!

Get in here, Mamie.

-We're celebrating.
-[Mamie] I love a party.

What are we celebrating?

-A new partnership.
-Hildy is good.

-[Hildy] Whoo!
-[Mamie] Cheers! [chuckles]

-Mamie.
-Yes?

I got my mojo back.

You have
the best mojo.

[chuckling]

-[Mamie] Mmm.
-Oh, God.

-Oh, boy,
I've missed you.
-Oh.

I've missed me too.

[brother 1]
The king of the cove,
the Santorelli brothers...

[laughing, chattering]

[brother 1]
Killing it, Hildy!

-[brother 2] Thirteen mill.
-[brother 1] Whoa!

Where you going?
That's it?

I'm going... somewhere.

We'll wait.

Sorry.

Hildy, I'm so glad
I ran into you.

What you said
about the environment
really stuck with me.

I bought Carl
an electric bicycle,

and I bought myself a Tesla.

Good for you, Wendy.

Good for you.

And I got
the Santorellis.

Make sure you bring over
some of those clients
you stole from me, okay?

Don't forget
to wear a helmet, Carl.

[sighs]

[horn honking]

[tires screech]

[knocking]

-What the--
-Hiya, Frankie.

Hey, Hildy.

What's going on?

Oh, I'm just having
a hard time

dealing with
my fabulousness,
that's all.

Been doing
a little drinking, huh?

[laughs]
A little.

Uh-huh.

Thought you gave that up.

No.

What idiot let you
drive here like this, hmm?

This one. [chuckles]

Can I have your keys?

Are you gonna
invite me in or what?

Uh...

-I'm a little tired.
-Yes!

-Nah, come on,
Let me get you home.
-No, no, no.

Come on. Come on.

No, I'll--
I'll drive you home.

Go to bed.
You need to go to bed.

Don't judge me.

Give me my keys.

I'll drive you.

I will walk, thank you.

Go to bed.

That's why
I came here.

I thought you'd wanna sleep
with the top broker
on the North Shore.

Go to bed, Hildy.

Don't tell me what to do,
garbageman.

[keys jangling]

[door opens]

[Frank] Hildy. Hildy!

Oh.

-Wake up. Wake up, Hil.
-No. No, no, no, no!

-What did you do?
-Frank, what's wrong?

-Come here.
-[groans]

Can't believe
I let you walk away.
Come here.

-I don't know...
-Come.

-Why are you so angry?
-Come here. Come here!

-I wanna show you something.
-What?

Come here.

-[gasps]
-Do you remember
how that happened?

No, I-- I gave you my keys.

Yeah. And then
you snuck back
and got your spare keys

-and you went out again...
-No, no--

...and you hit something
or someone.

I don't remember.

Hildy, Jake Dwight
is missing.

He's missing.

Half the town's
out looking for him.

-What?
-And that's what
your car looks like.

No, I would remember that.

No, you don't remember shit.
You were wasted.

I... I-- I--

I will call the police.

-No, no, no. No.
-I took--

What are you
gonna say? Huh?

Where are you going?

I'm gonna pull your car
around the back.

Then I'm gonna go out
and I'm gonna look for that kid.

Don't do anything.

Don't drink anything!

Shit!

[sobbing]

No.

[whimpers, sobs]

I'm just gonna have one glass
to calm my nerves.

Don't you judge me too.

Oh!

[sobs]

We need to talk.

Peter.

[chuckles]
Is it raining? [sniffs]

Suicide runs in families, Hildy.

Have you considered suicide?

No. I never wanted to die.

I--

My problem is
I always wanted to live.

I thought we hid it from Brian,
but he found out.

Didn't take it well.

Oh, I didn't say anything.

You don't know that, do you?

You don't know
what you've done.

[Peter] Hildy.

-[footsteps approaching]
-[stairs creaking]

[Peter] Hildy.

Oh, Peter, I've done
a terrible thing.

Don't worry.
Jake Dwight is okay.

-He is?
-Yes, he's okay.

He'll be home soon.

Oh, thank God.

[Hildy breathes heavily]

It would be highly irregular

for a doctor to suggest
that you take a drink right now,

but what the hell?

I'm not gonna be a doctor
much longer.

What about San Francisco?

That's not gonna work out.

Oh, well.

-Onward.
-[Peter chuckles]

Don't you get tired, Hildy?

Maintaining that
Yankee stiff upper lip?

It takes a toll.

-It's worked for me
my whole life.
-[chuckles]

Just stuff it all down
and pour some alcohol over it?

Oh, dear.
Is Dr. Newbold here
to analyze me?

No. I'm here to tell you
that it's okay to be angry

and lonely

and scared and sad.

I'm here to tell you
that it's okay to ask for help.

I don't need help.

Hildy, you didn't kill anyone.

But next time,
you might not be so lucky.

I just-- I just don't think...

whining to other people is...
[sniffs]

[Tess] Mom?

Mom!

I've been calling and calling.
Are you okay?

I'm driving into town.
I wanna help find Jake Dwight.

Oh, they found him, dear.
He's fine.

What? No, Mom.

It's all over the news.
I passed search parties
on the way here.

[chattering]

Be careful
not to approach him.

[Wendy] Don't touch him.

Instructions on
how to approach Jake
if you find him.

He loves balloons.

-Thanks.
-Of course.

We're gonna find him.

Hildy, I-- I told him
we were moving.

Hildy, Patch said
that I shouldn't have,
but I did and I'm so stupid.

No, no. He's okay.

You don't know that. [sniffs]

[sobbing]

-[Patch] We will find him.
-Oh, God. [crying]

I don't know why
Peter would tell me
that he was okay if he wasn't.

I don't know, Mom.

[man on bullhorn
speaks indistinctly]

What makes you think
he might be here?

This is where Cassie
used to bring him
when he was little

to look for mushrooms.

And sometimes
I'd go with them.

You did?

That's weird.

Why is that weird?
Cassie needed the help.

I just don't think of you
as maternal like that.

Kind of you to say.

[scoffs] I mean...

you were always
so into your work,

and then after work,
you'd be out drinking.

I supported this family
for decades,

I put two girls through college,

I continue to pay rents,
mortgages, tuitions.

All anyone can remember
is my drinking!

Because it was really bad
and you don't wanna deal
with that.

And depression
runs in our family,

and I would like to be able
to talk to my mother about it.

I'm tired of sweeping everything
under the rug.

I didn't realize
I was doing that.

[Klaxon blaring]

No.

[boat horn blows]

[gasps] Oh, God.
They've found something.

-[Tess breathes heavily]
-[sirens blare]

Oh, poor Cassie.
[sobs]

-[man on loudspeaker]
Bring it around the port side.
-[crying] No.

There you go.
Hold it there.

[crying]

[man 2 on radio]
Shore 6, Shore 4.

[man 3 on radio]
Shore 4, go.

[man on radio]
Uh, Shore 1 is transporting DB
at this time.

Shore 2 will notify local PD,
Sergeant Wynnan.

[police, onlookers chattering]

They found him?

Not Jake.

It's Peter Newbold.

Peter? No. [stammers]

That can't be.
I just saw him.

No, it's-- it's--
it's Peter. Trust me.

No, I talked to him
just this morning.

He-- He came to see me.

The coroner said
he's been dead
for over 24 hours.

Mom said they had
a whole conversation.

He sat with me
and he told me
Jake Dwight was okay.

I don't know
what to tell you, Hil.
It's just not possible.

Mom? Mom?

-Cheers.
-[laughing]

[Peter] Next time,
you might not be so lucky.

[Scott]
We drank too much in college.

[Young Hildy] Is it okay
if I have supper at Mamie's?

[Emily]
Oh, wow, Mom. A real hug!

[Tess] I love that
you're doing so well.

[Rebecca]
To the witches of Wendover.

[gasps] Help me.

[Tess] Mom.

Will you help me?

[no audible dialogue]

[Hildy] While my daughter
was scraping me up
and getting me home,

Rebecca was in
Longfellow Woods.

She'd been out riding
all morning.

She didn't even know
Jake was missing.

She didn't know Peter was gone.

I'm grateful
Rebecca found Jake.

She was too.

She got to be part of
a happy ending.

-[EMT 1]
We need to move him quickly.
-[EMT 2] Yeah.

[Hildy] Peter's death
was ruled an accident.

But I knew better.

My mother didn't leave
a suicide note either.

Peter and I were never taught
to ask for help.

My facade
finally crumbled on that dock.

And poor Peter, he couldn't
imagine his life without one.

[Hildy]
Hi, Frank.

Hildy.

I, uh--
I think this is what I owe you
for fixing up the Dwight house.

Never did get a bill.

Yeah,
I've been meaning
to get to that.

I also know it was you
that bought the house.

Yeah, well,
I figured the Dwights
were due for some good luck.

I'll flip it.

I also want you to know
I'm going into rehab.

And, uh, I'll probably be gone
for a while.

I, uh, got something
I wanna show you. Come here.

Where'd you find her?

Well, I lost track of her,
um, when I went into the army.

And then I... [chuckles]
...came across her

in a salvage yard
around 20 years ago.

-You've had her
all this time?
-Yeah.

Well, I mean,
she was in rough shape. I, uh--

I took care of her,
fixed her up.

Why throw her away?

No reason for that.
She's always been
perfectly good.

Frankie.

Do what you
need to do, Hildy.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be right here.

Waited this long.

[chuckles]

[sniffles]

Mmm.

Mmm. [chuckles]

[Hildy] I went back to rehab.

This time by choice.

Uh, well... [chuckles]

...by necessity.

And, uh...

all I ever wanted
was what we all want,

which is meet a friend
after work for drinks

and have a couple of glasses
of vino at a party.

Beer at a barbecue.

Of course,
I wanted more than that.

I wanted to get hammered
out of my mind and...

that's where I felt
most comfortable.

[clicks tongue]

Uh, now I know I can't do that.

I can't have a sip
or a nip or a taste.

I'm not special. I'm--

I'm your garden-variety
alcoholic.

And I've gotta stop trying
to convince the world

that I don't have a problem.

Because I do.
And that's why I'm here.

It's hard... giving up
the old version of yourself.

[Henry] Hmm.

Hildy Good 2.0.

Even better than the original.

[sighs]

["Down to Zero"
by Joan Armatrading plays]

[song continues]

[song ends]