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♪ I don't want another pretty face ♪

♪ I don't want just anyone to hold ♪

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

♪ I want you and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ I know that you are something special ♪

♪ to you I'd be always faithful ♪

♪ I want to be ♪

♪ what you always needed ♪

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

♪ I don't want another pretty face ♪

♪ I don't want just anyone to hold ♪

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

♪ I want you and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ you're the one I wanna chase ♪

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

Yes, Richard's my husband.

No!

No, Richard!

No!

Okay. Stop.

You're not your usual self.

What's up?

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

Okay, something besides me is on your mind.

But I can be redirected.

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

Must be bad.

Okay.

You're not gonna let it go.

I am not gonna let it go.

All right.

I was offered a job,

human resources manager at Saratov oil.

Gonna bring in six figures.

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

Of ten books that no one is buying.

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

You watch.

Kris, sweetheart,

we can't pay the mortgage.

We're driving without car insurance.

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

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

It's not gonna happen for me.

Don't you dare.

Richard Carlson, look at me.

Look at me.

The difference between you and other authors

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

I would rather get a job than have you quit.

Sweetie, I hear you,

and I love how supportive you are of me,

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

Daddy, someone's on the phone for you.

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

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

I'm hungry.

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

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

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

Wait a minute. Who's on the phone?

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

Hey, this is Richard Carlson.

Hi, Cammy.

Yeah, nice to meet you too.

It's Oprah's producer.

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

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

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

They want me to come on Oprah tomorrow.

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

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

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

Daddy's going on "Oprah" tomorrow!

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

I can be there.

Really? Wow.

That's amazing. Um, yes.

I will see you tomorrow. Sounds good.

All right. Thank you.

Oprah keeps my book on her night table.

Oprah keeps your book on her night table?

She reads it every night before bed.

She reads it every night before bed?

Why does mommy keep saying what daddy's saying?

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

Yay, celebrate! Whoo-hoo!

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

Yay, daddy is! Come here, girls.

Welcome back to our CNN morning news

about 35 minutes after the hour.

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

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

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

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

"Don't sweat the small stuff."

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

with the things that cause stress.

Dr. Richard Carlson is here.

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

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

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

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

It's by Dr. Richard Carlson, PhD.

It became a phenomenon after spending over 100 consecutive weeks

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

Your book is a game changer.

Your chapter called "seek first to understand"

inspired me to visit my dad before he died

after we hadn't talked in ten years.

Aw, thank you for sharing that.

That means so much to me. It really does.

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

Who would you like me to make it out to?

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

Jeff. There we are.

There we go. Thank you.

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

Yep. First time was ten years ago.

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

You're all set. But before I go,

would you mind signing your book for my husband Pete?

Oh, of course. I'd love to.

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

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

Mm.

And he takes forever to make decisions

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

This book showed me that is all the small stuff.

I love hearing stories like that.

They really truly inspire me to keep writing.

Thank you. There you go.

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

How's the back?

It's about a seven.

All this flying is not helping my ruptured discs.

Why did I play tennis in college again?

- To impress me. - Oh, right.

My emergency midol.

Ah, my favorites. Thank you.

You sure you're okay to go on?

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

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

- Great. - Wow, you look amazing.

- Thanks, Bree. - Yeah.

Hi, Bree.

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

Let's go.

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

That one has a crush on you.

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

Bree is not one of them.

You are clueless when it comes to women.

I threw myself at you for two months

before I finally had to ask you out.

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

Smooth talker.

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

Oprah's been dying to meet my muse.

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

on live TV from public speaking.

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

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- Love you. - Break a leg.

Thanks.

Dr. Richard Carlson is here.

He is the best-selling author

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

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

"so many people spend so much of their life energy

sweating the small stuff that they completely lose touch

with the magic and the beauty of life.

But when you learn to not worry about the little things

you find that you have far more energy

to be kinder, gentler, and happier."

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

for another record-smashing year

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

Mm. Cheers.

Cheers, sweetheart.

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

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

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

Haven't we, Richard?

Um... um, of course.

I just didn't realize it was a relationship.

We met in ap calculus.

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

Okay.

So where have you applied to college?

Oh, I'm just going to Marin county.

Okay, that's good junior college

with plans to transfer down the line, yeah?

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

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

Thanks.

Dad, take a deep breath.

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

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

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

We've only been dating a month.

I haven't proposed marriage yet.

Oh, you can wear my wedding dress.

Oh, you're not helping.

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

and a romance can throw you off track.

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

which includes getting my PhD in psychology just like you.

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

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

What? Stop.

Carlsons.

Hey, coach. So glad you could make it.

We can't wait for soccer practice to start.

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

She's like a mini Mia Hamm.

I mean, my girls love playing with her.

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

We came in separate cars.

There she is.

We just separated.

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

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

but it's definitely in that arena.

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

Uh...

Wow, this stuff is really good.

Here, Kenna. We don't mind sharing.

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

I get it.

"Daughter of the world's foremost happiness guru

busted smoking weed."

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

Yeah. Yeah, probably not.

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

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

You know, it can be complicated.

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

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

but my mom keeps it chill, so that helps.

I'd kill to be you.

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

and meanwhile our parents are a freaking nightmare.

And I bet you meet tons of famous people.

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

Shut the box. You did not.

We love Zac Efron. His cleft chin...

His soulful eyes.

Do you think you can help us meet him?

Oh, um, probably not.

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

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

Must be nice having a super dad.

Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

Don't worry. We still like you.

- Here you go. - Thank you.

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

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

What announcement?

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

- Why did you not tell me? - Okay.

I like surprises.

- Hey, lady. - Hi, Jade.

That was a pity hug. He told you.

I'm sorry to hear about your struggles.

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

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

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

We have our issues.

Please tell me, before I perish of inadequacy.

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

Tall, slender, smart,

great ass.

She is a wife's worst nightmare.

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

Just wanted to make a quick announcement

before you got too looped on the libations.

I wanted to let you all know

that Harpeth Lane publishing has ordered the next book.

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

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

but my smart, beautiful,

incredible, talented wife

and partner Kristine Carlson is.

She will be writing the next book.

I'd say an issue just popped up.

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

What's that look?

Go ahead. Let me have it.

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

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

It's a big deal, Kris.

Yes, it is a big deal,

which is why I wish you had told me

before you announced it to everyone we know.

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

and that was with you.

Do you have to use my silk pillows?

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

And even if by some miracle

I could write an entire book myself,

people will think I'm riding your coattails.

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

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

That is so not funny.

Kris, sweetheart, come here.

Hey.

Look.

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

for ten years.

I'm so grateful for the success,

but I'm burning out.

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

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

and I'm writing them on airplane tabletops.

I can't do it alone anymore.

I need you, Kris.

I really do.

Can I at least think about it?

Sure.

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

- Okay. - All right.

Good night.

Ooh.

And here we go.

- Mmm. - Daddy, you spoil us.

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

Sweetheart, what are you doing?

We're gonna miss your flight.

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

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

Mm.

Uh, mom, two words...

- Eggplant Parmesan. - Busted.

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

Voilà. That's for you.

You know, something looks different about you this morning.

You look all bright and shiny.

You know, my back feels great this morning.

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

Uh, okay, enough, people.

Yeah, you're blinding us over here.

Seriously, get a room!

Uh, this is child abuse!

Better not make me late for school.

See ya!

See ya.

Honey, what is all this?

Where am I supposed to park my car?

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

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

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

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

What are you two talking about?

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

Hmm.

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

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

Remember, scissor touch.

- Yeah, okay, dad. - All right.

All right. Love you, Kenna-nator!

Oh, my god.

What? Am I embarrassing?

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

Ever.

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

The countdown begins now, though.

Come on.

All right.

The white zone is for loading and unloading only.

I'm gonna miss you.

I'm gonna miss you too.

Hey, one more thing about the book.

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

Whether you decide to write it or not,

you are the reason these books exist, Kris.

Your input is in every single one of them,

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

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

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

It's true.

What do I always tell you when you doubt yourself?

That I'm enough.

You are more than enough.

I love you.

Hey.

I love you.

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

Just the usual.

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

♪ I want you and your beautiful soul ♪

♪ I know that you ♪

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

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

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

I'm calling from Jamaica memorial hospital in queens.

Ma'am, are you on a cell phone?

- Yes. - Are you parked?

I am. What's going on?

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

Well, what? I mean, is he okay?

Is he all right?

Ma'am, I am so sorry to tell you

that your husband has expired.

Expired?

What does that mean?

Mrs. Carlson, your husband has passed away.

I was just with him this morning.

Nothing was wrong with him. He was fine.

A blood clot passed from his legs to his lungs

during his flight's descent.

It killed him instantly.

Who is this? Is this a joke?

What? You are lying to me.

You're lying! You're lying.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

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

So are we putting in the Japanese maples

or the azaleas on the terrace?

I don't know. Whichever one you want.

Smart man. You always know what to say.

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

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

Let's hear it.

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

but can we learn to find the holiness

in seemingly ugly circumstances?

When we try to see the holiness in everything,

a feeling of peace emerges.

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

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

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

I love it. It's perfect.

Mom, this is supposed to be a private memorial.

What are all these people doing here?

I don't know, sweetheart.

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

so can you just get someone to make them leave?

Ken, I know this is hard,

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

so we can honor your dad.

Mom, can we go around the back

or go through the kitchen or something

so Ken will feel more comfortable?

I understand the need for privacy,

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

They need to see us holding it together,

so we just have to put on a brave face.

Thank you.

- Kris. - Hi, Zack.

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

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

from a landside of tributes,

and they just keep coming.

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

What am I gonna do about Richard's work?

Don't worry about that now.

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

Thank you, Zack.

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

Sweetheart.

You poor thing.

When I heard Richard died alone,

I was devastated for you.

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

Were you able to see him after he died?

Richard was an organ donor, so, no,

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

- I'm sorry. - Thank you.

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

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

I don't understand. How could this happen?

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

but we hadn't finished when he passed.

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

It could take up to a year. Even two.

You got cash on hand for a couple months,

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

I haven't worked since my girls were born.

I've been raising my family.

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

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Are you Kristine Carlson? - Yes.

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

We loved your husband so much.

We were in a store shopping for TVs

when we saw the news about his death.

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

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

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

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

Ah, no, I'm sorry.

You didn't say anything wrong.

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

No, it's completely understandable.

Yeah.

Sweetheart, it's time to wake up.

You have school in an hour.

I'm not ready to go back.

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

It's been over a month since...

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

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

for all of you to go to the spring formal.

They really miss you.

- Just five more minutes. - Okay.

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

♪ All at once I know ♪

♪ this can't be good ♪

Mom, what is it?

Did you forget? You have the sat this morning.

I'm not taking it.

What?

The sat. I'm not taking it.

My last score was good enough.

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

1,380 will be good enough.

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

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

Okay.

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

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

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

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

I wanna make sure you're okay.

Well, we're not. Why are you?

Jazz, mom's just trying to help us.

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

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

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

It's fine. I got it.

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

Have a great day at school, sweetheart.

- I love you. - Love you, too.

Richard.

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

Where the hell is that letter?

- Hey, you. - Hey, you.

A little something for you.

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

Just read it.

"If I had just one hour to live

and can only make one phone call,

it would be to my wife.

And what would I say to her?

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

I'd do so in a heartbeat.'"

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

Is this my anniversary gift?

Well, this and a little something from Tiffany later.

I don't mean to be morbid.

I'm just...

When I think about death

it makes me really appreciate

what matters right now.

Well, that is very romantic but unnecessary

because you are not dying on my watch.

- Hey. - Hi.

- You must be Kristine. - Yeah.

I'm Tim Stephens, the landscaper.

Is Richard in?

Uh, I'm sorry to say

that Richard died.

Oh, wow. Uh...

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

It's okay.

How could you?

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

but I came by to tell Richard

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

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

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

Oh, yeah. Okay.

I wanted to start the grading, but I discovered

some pretty extensive soil erosion on the hillside.

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

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

- Is it serious? - It could be.

Um, so I wanna bring out a drainage expert

just as soon as possible just to make sure

the foundation of the house is secure.

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

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

Of course, of course.

Please, can you call me any time day or night

if any problems crop up, okay?

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

Oh, crap.

Oh, no.

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

Then it's goodbye CIF championships.

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

- Why? - Why?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and I'd hate for that to happen.

Thank you for the concern, Ms. Paz.

I'll think about it.

Jazz, you okay?

Again, I am so sorry I'm late.

I'm just happy to see you.

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

How you holding up?

I'm taking it one day at a time.

And the girls?

Well, I mean, pretty well considering.

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

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

I have.

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

which sometimes happens when an author passes.

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

Richard's work starts to fade away.

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

- I would be devastated. - Me too.

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

stepping in to be the brand leader.

Me? The brand leader?

It feels like the natural progression for you to step in

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

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

Uh, I don't know.

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

you know that,

but I believe it's what Richard would want,

and it could help with the assets being in probate.

Um, okay, um,

well, that would help to solve the cashflow issue.

What would being the brand leader entail?

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

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

Book tours?

None of this has to happen right now,

but I was hoping we could make the announcement

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

Wait, what?

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

You mean in front of 22 million people?

Kris, going on "Oprah" is perfect.

She launched Richard's career.

Now she can pass the Baton to you.

Zack, my fear of public speaking is serious.

I could literally black out.

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

I can do that.

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

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

Great. In fact, our platform manager Bentley Renwick

just moved here from our New York offices.

I'm sure he can meet with you today.

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

You look exactly like your photo.

And you look like you.

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

Those words are exactly right.

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

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

A difficult time?

Yeah, it was when my wife...

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

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

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

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

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

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

No, he counseled me through the worst of it.

Yeah. I really loved that guy.

Me too.

Well, it feels good to laugh.

- Yeah. - It does.

You know, whenever Richard would come to New York,

we always made it a point to connect.

Hey, girls.

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

What's up? What's going on?

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

I can't believe this.

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

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

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

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

I knew he needed a woman's touch.

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

He'll live forever in my heart."

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

She probably meant that she was the one who worked

most closely to him in the office.

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

Well, they weren't.

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

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

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

Can you please just this once

stop being acutely aware of the choices you make

and just have an actual feeling?

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

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

and I'm going to take a bath.

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

but he died of stress?

Oh, he didn't die from stress.

He died from a pulmonary embolism.

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

Well, the news is wrong.

Did you see any red flags

that your husband's health was deteriorating?

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

He seemed great the day of the flight.

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

Maybe I should've known.

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

the book you co-authored, were you and Richard

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

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

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

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

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

But other media outlets can be like sharks after chum.

There's guaranteeing how they'll use excerpts.

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

Why would the media attack me?

I just lost my husband.

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

But I'm not a public figure.

You will be after "Oprah."

- Why don't we continue? - Okay.

Rings )

Jazz, do you have a minute?

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

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

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

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

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

Ms. Paz, there's really no point.

I don't see myself ever finishing the essay.

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

but to not turn in an assignment...

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

- Hey, Kenna. - Hey.

- Hey, Kenna. - Hey.

Have you been on social media today?

No, not really.

Elyse and Akira posted about you.

What did they post?

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

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

Thanks for telling me.

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

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

Ken, what's wrong? Are you okay?

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

Kenna!

...Mean girls like you.

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

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

Mom, there's people watching.

Kenna, I need to know you're okay.

Talk to me. What happened?

This isn't any of your business.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kenna, you have to promise me

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

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

Sorry that her friends are such big assholes?

Yes, that her friends are such big assholes,

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

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

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

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

I'm not playing soccer anymore.

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

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

I'm not that girl anymore.

Even if I wanted to,

I can't go back.

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

Okay.

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

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

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

She can come with us.

Jazzy, what's wrong?

What's going on?

Berkeley was dad's dream,

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

I know. It's horrible.

It's so unfair,

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

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

Are you serious right now?

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

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

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

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

I never expect you to be perfect,

and neither did your dad.

But his fans did. Our friends did.

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

My friends would say, "chapter 68, jazz.

'Happy where you are right now.'

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

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

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

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

- Berkeley already accepted me. - What? Really?

- Really. - Oh!

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

I can't believe it!

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

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

- A month ago. - A month?

Why didn't you tell me?

I knew you'd just be upset.

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

What did you say?

I'm declining Berkeley.

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

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

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

After graduation, I'm moving in with Henry

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

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

I know your dad wanted this for you,

and he's not here to see it happen,

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

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

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

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

The girls are going off the rails.

I've totally lost control of them.

I try to pick my battles like you always did.

I keep screwing up.

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

You just need to be one parent

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

My phone is pinging.

Let it go.

Just stay right here with me.

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

- Stay with me. - I can't.

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

- Stay... - I can't.

Oh, damn it. Now what?

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

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

Iced tea.

I was hoping you'd say ketel one.

It's gotta be 12:00 somewhere.

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

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

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

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

Thank you, but I suspect that's not why

you wanted to talk to me in person.

You're right, and I can understand

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

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

It's just not how I operate.

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

over the last five years, right?

I managed all of his media events,

I oversaw every book that he edited,

and I helped him with copy on his speaking engagements.

I just, I understand the depths of his wisdom,

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

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

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

they're not really your, um, passion.

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

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

Two months, one week, and one day.

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

I spoke with Zack at Harpeth Lane yesterday,

and I asked him if I could write

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

and he said it was up to you,

that I needed your blessing first.

And I need to stop you right there.

I never said no to being the brand leader.

I never said no to writing the next book.

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

Somebody needs to step into the vacuum

and pick up the pieces or the brand will die.

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

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

That's all I can focus on right now.

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

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

around the entire world, right?

Yes, I do.

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

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

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

Kris, are you okay?

I can't speak.

You're supposed to gargle with hot salt water,

then swish with apple cider vinegar,

then drink tea with slippery elm.

Mom, coffee's only gonna make it worse.

I'll get it.

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

She can barely even whisper.

Okay. Yes. I'll let her know.

Oprah's producers totally understand,

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

It's not your fault.

You lost your voice. What are you gonna do?

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

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

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

Don't worry. I got it.

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

What do you want?

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

But they've decided to disinvite Kenna

from riding on their bus to the spring formal.

Kenna may not be friends with Elyse and Akira anymore,

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

Not right now,

because apparently Kenna snitched to principal Watson

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

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

and we're not happy about it.

But we think they were self-medicating

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

Though we are working through them.

Because of Kenna's actions,

our girls were suspended for a week.

They're going to miss three CIF games.

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

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

It was me.

I told them to take their post about Kenna down

or I'd make their lives hell.

They did not take my advice.

Your daughters are like evil little minions,

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

Wow, Kris. I guess you were right.

You do have your issues.

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

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

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

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

- Have fun tonight. - See you.

Kris, hi.

Sorry to just stop by like this.

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

I thought we could edit the final mockup together.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay. Come here.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

All right.

I think I've got the recipe right.

Is it supposed to smell this bad?

It smells better than it tastes.

Aw, it's disgusting,

but it seems to be working.

Um, thank you for taking care of me.

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

Are you sure?

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

I'm okay. I'm okay.

I don't know if I believe it anymore.

The things that Richard and I lived by

for the past 25 years...

I mean, "seek first to understand"?

"Make peace with imperfection"?

Oh, god. It...

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

I mean, I guess I'm supposed to remember

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

It feels so stupid and pointless...

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

Who is he?

Girls, what are you doing home?

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

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

He's helping me with the website redesign.

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

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

Okay, I'm gonna go.

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

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

Did you have to be so rude to my guest?

- Really? - Jazzy, just stop.

For months you haven't talked about anything

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

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

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

but with some random stranger you spill everything?

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

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

No, he would be strong.

He would make you feel safe and taken care of.

He was our great protector,

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

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

We need you to be human.

Do you have anything to say about this?

I mean, are you upset at all?

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

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

It's not good for the...

It's not good for the what?

What the hell? I should just tell her.

Tell me what?

I'm pregnant.

How did this happen?

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

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

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

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

I would've gotten you birth control.

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

I'm part of the .8% of women

that still gets pregnant even after using the pill accurately.

- How far along are you? - 8 weeks.

And you wanna keep the baby?

I can't believe you just asked me that.

I don't want you to ruin your life.

My life's already ruined.

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

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

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

Both of you girls stop this instant.

What do I have to say to make you stay?

That I miss your dad so much that it feels like

my heart's been ripped out

and thrown on the ground and stomped on?

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

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

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

and that's what's really going on.

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

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

because you are not going anywhere.

We might not like each other right now,

but we are still family.

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

What's wrong?

It's just this is big stuff, Richard.

We weren't ready for the big stuff.

I'm sure it feels that way, Kris,

but we were.

All the work we did together?

It contains these simple little shards of light.

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

over time they light our path through the big stuff.

It's gonna take time, sweetheart,

and it's gonna be messy.

But you will get through this.

What do I always tell you when you doubt yourself?

That I'm enough.

Sweetheart, you are more than enough,

and you don't have to do it alone.

Ken, Ken, wake up!

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

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

The terrace below the house is rupturing.

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

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

We don't have time to get help.

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

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

We're gonna let anything happen to our house.

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

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

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

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

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

our house could slide off the foundation.

Found 'em!

They don't work!

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

Okay.

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

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

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

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

We gotta protect that baby.

Okay. What can I do to help?

You can open the garage door.

- Here. - That's 80 pounds.

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

Pregnancy does have its perks.

Let's go.

Come on, mom.

We're almost there. Keep going.

Steady, steady! Steady, down.

Shoot. Shoot!

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

Stay there, mom. I'm coming!

This is crazy.

Let's go.

Okay, come on.

Well, there go our lights.

Come on, we have to hurry.

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

Just keep going.

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

Mom, you're right, okay?

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

That's good, girls.

Keep going! Look behind you!

- Aah! - Mom, are you okay?

I'm okay.

Oh, shoot!

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

Mrs. Carlson.

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

Good morning, Mr. Stephens.

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

A little bit longer night than I expected.

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

- The baby okay? - Mm-hmm.

I came out because I was worried about

what the storm might've done to the foundation.

I couldn't get here last night,

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

- I know... - Richard would understand.

I promise. Everything's okay.

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

I mean, look at what we did, mom.

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

Wow, you guys did a really great job.

- Let me check it out. - Okay.

Well, I think the baby's hungry.

I think all the babies are hungry.

- You guys want breakfast? - Mm-hmm.

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

- French toast? - You got it.

With strawberries and pancakes.

A little light reading.

Where are you, Stephen King?

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

Just read it.

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

Why?

Because if I do,

it means you're truly gone.

It's time to let go, sweetheart.

It's time.

I'll never forget you, Kris.

I'll never forget our two magnificent daughters.

Thank you for sharing your life with me.

Everything's going to be fine now.

You have great wisdom

and so much to look forward to.

I love you beyond words, my darling.

This has been a magnificent journey.

- Hi, Briana. - Kris.

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

Oh, okay. Please, sit.

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

- All right. - From this moment on,

I'm taking on all brand leader responsibilities.

That includes managing the website,

writing all future books,

and working with the media to help the brand grow.

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

I don't think you fully understand.

I'm Kristine Carlson,

Richard Carlson's wife and partner of 25 years.

Every word that Richard wrote in those books

has my fingerprints on them,

and absolutely no one

understands his deep wisdom the way I do.

I took the tribute down.

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

It was only me.

The feelings were one-sided.

I know.

Life can be unpredictable.

You might often feel events you planned

aren't turning out the way you wanted.

While it may be true that we feel

we can map out every aspect of our lives,

occasionally we get thrown a curveball.

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

with little control over the outcome of certain events.

But sometimes, what initially appears to be a negative

is the stepping stone to a greater success.

If you look at life as a school ground

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

you can see life's twists and turns

as opportunities to become more loving,

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

You may not always be clear about the purpose

of unplanned, seemingly mistimed events.

Your choice is to either doom yourself

in the gloom and misery of uncertainty

or to forge ahead and maintain an optimistic attitude

that things will only get better from here.

As I look back on my own life,

there were many unexpected twists and turns.

You're all set, Mrs. Carlson.

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

Richard's fans need to see you.

Well, we all need to see you.

And while some of them were painful...

All right, Kris. It's time.

- You ready? - Thanks, Briana.

I am.

I learned part of the adventure of life

is not knowing what's going to happen next.

And often, what happens next

is greater than our original plans."

Mom!

Mom, mom!

Mom, mom! You've gotta wake up.

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

What? Why? Is something wrong?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kenna, are you sure about this?

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

Oh, my god. Okay, okay.

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

They just sent me out of the room.

Henry, we're managing the blood clot.

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

- but we need to deliver now. - Okay.

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

One, two, three.

Mom, I'm scared.

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

Because the carlsons are strong women.

Yeah. Yeah, we're survivors.

- Hey there. - Hi, hi.

I wish dad were here.

Yeah, me too, honey.

But he's still here.

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

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

Do you want to hold your grandson?

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

- Oh. - There you go, baby.

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

Hi, little man. Oh, hi.

What are you gonna name him?

Caden.

Nice. Caden.

Caden Richard.

He opened his eyes.

He has your father's eyes.

Aw, you beautiful boy.

Hi, Caden. Hi.

I'm your grandma.

♪ Fallen asleep under the stars ♪

♪ driving the milky way in a dream car ♪

♪ living a hard life ♪

♪ without a care in the world ♪

♪ a care in the world ♪

♪ slowly dancing on the moon ♪

♪ to "I will always love you" ♪

♪ and don't I miss hearing that song ♪

♪ on the radio ♪

♪ take me away ♪

♪ don't be afraid ♪

♪ 'cause they always say ♪

♪ let go of your fears ♪

♪ 'cause we all make mistakes in life ♪

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

♪ we're gonna give it all another try ♪

♪ that's what I'm dreaming of ♪