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Previously, on Chesapeake Shores...

David and I are over.

It's not necessarily over.

It is.

I'm not Martin.

Sending in your manuscript to my publisher was a mistake.

You know what? I do.

I love you.

I think it's great, what you two are doing.

My parents still go out on dates too.

I don't know if you're still

in the market for a cook.

I'd like to submit my application

for employment.

Do you have any references?

Just one,

and I missed her more than anything.

You gonna open that?

I don't know. You think I should?

Well, you went to all the trouble to bring it in here.

It might be wise.

By consolidating my eight scripts into seven,

I now only have to eliminate six more,

and my brain is mush.

And on top of that,

"Seven-Draft Simon" and I are hosting

an authors' series at Wordplay,

which means we are spending time together,

which means... I don't know what that means.

but if anybody wants to make me feel better

by saying some nice words, now would be a good time.

Seven drafts is better than eight?

Wrong words.

Okay. Hey, Gran.

Breakfast is fantastic.

I didn't do any baking today

because today is my flower face-off

with the beloved Dorothy McNamara.

You said "beloved" again.

Oh, indeed I did, darling, and I meant every word of it,

but I did nothing with the breakfast.

Two fairies made this beautiful breakfast.

-What? -You two made this?

Yeah.

Did Mimi teach you how to make those?

No, but they look fantastic.

Dad's new girlfriend, Terri, did.

What? Dad-- Dad has a new girlfriend?

She's a really good cook.

And she's really fun and she has a daughter.

Uh, when did Dad start dating?

Hey, sorry,

I ran out of food at my place.

Wow, it smells delicious in here, Gran.

Well, I had nothing to do with it.

And I need a ride to my flower show,

because I have to hold my beautiful flower entry.

Sorry, Gran, I can't.

With Uncle Thomas in Bali,

I have so much research to do for this case

that we're litigating in Baltimore.

Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready.

Wha--

Did I just say "yes"?

Because I thought I just said "no."

That would be a yes.

Oh. Well, Kevin, can-- can you--

No, I'm doing

a rotation in Chesapeake, so...

I can't.

Mom?

Oh, no. Mick, remember? You and I were going

to talk about the Mayor's new assistant?

Kate Pragnell. Right.

So, Denver, San Jose, and NYFD.

New York's Bravest.

Well, at least you're getting closer to home.

Yeah, just not quite close enough.

Wow...

this looks like a killer breakfast.

-Look who's here! -Hey, man.

How are you, man? Good to see you.

These two girls. Ohh!

When did you get back?

Late last night.

You want some breakfast?

Yes! Definitely.

♪ The miles are getting longer It seems ♪

♪ The closer I get to you ♪

♪ So I'm going home ♪

♪ To the place where I belong ♪

♪ And where your love has Always been enough for me ♪

♪ I'm not running from ♪

♪ No, I think You got me all wrong ♪

♪ I don't regret This life I chose for me ♪

♪ I said, these places And these faces ♪

♪ Are getting old ♪

♪ So I'm goin' home ♪

♪ I'm goin' home ♪

You have the coffee--

Made and poured.

And the quiches are--

In the oven. Here you go.

And the...

Uh, croissants are ready in... bing!

David, are you okay?

It's so great to have you back.

Yeah, but I'm not doing anything.

I'm just following you around.

I can't even help.

Right. Sorry.

I just got so used to doing everything on my own

when you were gone. I...

And you're doing great.

Really? Thanks.

Here you go.

We can go back to the way things were,

you know, when you did everything.

Oh, I wouldn't want that.

Okay, great, 'cause I was actually just about

to tell you how I'm actually amazing and capable

and doing everything on my own--

Jess!

Right. Sorry.

Um, why don't we divide responsibilities,

and share chores--

Would you like to go on a date with me?

To a restaurant?

Like a real date?

Yeah.

Are you annoyed by the fact

that Wes is involved with someone new,

or because he didn't tell you?

Because you didn't

exactly go out of your way

to let him know we were back together.

Okay, well, it is different with us,

because we have history.

I don't know anything about her.

Well, Wes still had to come to terms

with the fact that I'd be spending time

with his daughters.

Okay, I know that you probably think

that I'm overreacting, but I just...

need to vent a little bit

before I meet Wes' new girlfriend.

You already called Wes?

Yeah. I invited him and Terri to come out tonight,

and I was hoping that you could be there too.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

As much as I would love to meet Terri,

but I have a recording session in Baltimore this afternoon.

Mm...

But I'll definitely be seeing you later.

Booked a last-minute gig tonight,

an encore performance for two sisters,

"Return of the Snipes."

Ooh. Good luck. I hear they're a tough audience.

You too.

Let me know how it goes.

I will. Goodbye

I'll see you tonight.

Yeah.

Gorgeous.

Just beautiful.

These are peace lilies, aren't they?

That's nice.

Oh... that's going to be a good smell.

Oh, well... if it isn't Nell O'Brien.

Oh!

And the beloved Dorothy McNamara.

Well, I can't even begin to describe

how it makes me feel to see you again.

I bet you can't.

Your display

is lovely.

And I'm sure that yours will be lovely also.

Ah, well, I do try.

My late husband was always so proud

of the way I kept our gardens,

and the trophies I won here.

You must've had trouble finding

somewhere for your second-place ribbons.

Oh...

The things I do for you, Gran.

I have a law degree from NYU,

and I just called into work and told them

I'm gonna be late because I'm a spy.

Stop complaining and show me what she brought.

You could've done this for yourself, you know.

What? And give her the satisfaction?

Oh, no. No, no, no. Never!

Oh! Okay.

I did some reconnaissance.

She's got delphinium,

purple veronica...

There's nothing out of the ordinary here...

except--

A grown man doing espionage for his grandma?

Connor...

why did you become a lawyer?

I'm here to fight for truth, justice, and the American way.

Good.

Because...

how if I told you

that Ms. Dorothy McNamara...

that she is a... a cheat...

Shh.

Well, now, how would that make you feel?

Neither true, just, nor American.

Good, because you're gonna help me

fight for all three!

Just for the record,

I think it's a big mistake

your school's allowing you

to do a rotation in Chesapeake.

Why?

Because there can be some negatives.

Negatives?

Didn't the doctor

clear you for full duty?

Yeah, clean bill of health.

I'm just saying there's some negatives for you.

There's a lot of maintenance this week,

so you'll be doing medical inventory on the trucks.

That's okay.

And trainees always cook,

so please don't make your signature

mac and cheese and meatballs.

Wow, I wasn't going to,

but actually, I learned how to make

this fancy quiche thing at Jess's inn.

Quiche thing?

-Yeah. -Wow!

So, wait. What are the negatives?

You're gonna have to work with me.

That does sound horrible.

I can be pretty exacting when it comes to rules.

You know what?

I think I'm going to be able to figure it out.

That's not the worst of it.

Hey, hey!

O'Brien! Woo! Welcome back!

Yeah.

"...And for all their saltant swinging

and swaying,

their tired feet never left the ground."

Thank you.

Thank you, Bree. That was lovely.

Simon? Any thoughts?

Well, honestly?

I think

that's some of Bree's very best work.

Thank you.

So, Bree...

what prompted your move back to Chesapeake Shores

from Chicago?

Um, a number of reasons, really,

but, um... I had a story to tell,

and Chicago just wasn't the place.

Mm-hmm.

And, oh, Simon, you are also pivoting

from your "Caroline" novels with Dublin's Last Sunset.

Could we hear an excerpt?

Ooh...

My pleasure.

This is our...

harrowed lovers' first parting

in wartime Dublin.

Ahem.

"He stood on the curb.

'I'm not Brandon,' he said.

'I don't know Brandon,

and surely if I was to meet Brandon, I--'"

Brandon?

Excuse me?

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Uh... it's-- you-- you said "Brandon."

Like Martin Brandon?

Like, the "if you were to meet him,

you would surely hate him" Brandon?

Well, yes, but--

Simon, you said those exact words.

Right. But Brandon is my Brandon,

my fictional Brandon.

Well, you just substituted Brandon for Martin,

which doesn't make fiction.

Art imitates life.

Okay, but that...

that is not art.

Is the character's name Brandon or Martin?

-Brandon! -Martin!

Connor mentioned

you've been spending more time together.

Little bit, yeah.

That's unusual. And pretty great.

Yeah, well, things change.

Mm-hmm. They do.

And I'm finally feeling all settled

in my new house, my new job.

Oh, good!

How's it going with the kids?

Getting better.

Uh, mostly.

"Getting better, mostly" with the O'Briens

is actually pretty good.

You got a point.

You know, when Jess was in high school,

she wouldn't speak to me for a month

because I hadn't noticed that she'd cut her hair.

You sure that was the only reason?

Probably not,

but things were so crazy then,

I don't think even she knew why.

So, Mick.

Hmm?

Is this a date?

I don't know.

Hey, Trace.

Hi.

Didn't know you played golf.

I don't.

And I don't fish, bowl,

and assuming that mat there is for yoga,

do that either.

Well, Mom asked me to stop by

on my way to Baltimore.

She's, uh, afraid you're getting cold feet

about selling the bank,

finally retiring.

Trace, I-I built this business from the ground up.

43 years.

If I'm not running this bank,

then who am I?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe, uh, a husband,

father...

...a yogi.

Very funny.

But, Trace...

I was always there for you and your mother.

Anything you needed,

this job made it possible.

You might have been there financially,

but you weren't always there emotionally.

There were times I needed a father, not a banker.

Trace, this is who I am.

Besides, you don't have a family of your own yet,

so you wouldn't understand.

It's not as easy as you think.

Well, I know Mom misses you.

I'll see you.

See you, son.

You seem really worried.

I'm not worried.

Well, I know worried, and you are worried.

Is that why you're here?

Partially.

I don't really need David anymore.

As a boyfriend?

No, as a-- as a cook, a chef,

launderer, handyman...

Dad! Terri!

-Dad, you're here! -Hey, you guys!

What's going on, huh?

Oh.

Hey!

It's good to see you!

I'm gonna go.

No, no. Please don't.

No. You have fun with Mary Poppins.

I got a date with David.

See ya.

What's going on, huh?

You guys having fun?

-Yeah! -Good!

-Hey. -Hi.

Hi. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

Tambourines and maracas to catch snipes?

Nice touch.

What, you've never taken your kids

snipe-hunting?

Not yet.

My kids are too little.

I think they would just start crying.

It's all about Freddie the Fish

in our house.

All right, I'm gonna go check up on those tracks,

so give me a few.

Sounds good, Tommy. Thanks.

I can't believe I'm listening

to the two of you talk

about putting kids to bed.

If you're good,

I can tell you a Freddie the Fish story.

Oh, pass.

Why? That was funny.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah, I just, uh...

just had a little thing with my dad earlier.

Ah. You and your old man

have always had a complicated relationship.

Well, I thought we were past it,

but I guess we still have a few things to work out.

Hey, guys!

Uh... so sorry to do this to you,

but our computers just crashed

and wiped out everything,

so we're gonna have to re-record.

What?

Can't we just reschedule?

Maybe tomorrow?

No, I'm off to California in the morning,

and Mark Hall needs these tracks A.S.A.P.

Guys, I-I gotta go.

You know, I promised Abby's kids I'd see 'em tonight.

Trace, I don't think we have that choice, do we?

All right, just, uh...

Let me make a call.

Hey, Abby.

So it looks like we're not gonna get out of here for a while.

Can you let the girls know

I'm not gonna be able to make it?

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

'Kay. Bye.

Sorry.

Oh, um. Ahem.

Your daughters, Abby, they're so smart.

They're really sweet and giving,

and they made Wes and me these amazing pancakes.

Like, I'd-- oh, would you like some?

No, thank you.

I'd love your recipe.

Oh, uh, i-it's my mother's, probably,

but I'm sure she would--

she would love to give it to you.

Um... considering you work in Baltimore,

I can't imagine how tough it must be,

going back and forth all the time.

Yeah. Yeah, it is. It is.

But you know what?

It reminds me of this great quote that I read.

Um, have you heard of the Ms. Marvel blog?

Wes.

You don't understand. It's a great blog.

All of my friends read it.

Every-- anyways.

How does it go?

Um...

"You put in the time, you put in the hours,

you tend to the garden, and you always get flowers."

I think Terri knows that one too.

Stop.

So, um, how long have you two known each other?

We started dating just over six months ago.

Yeah.

We didn't want to complicate things

until we were sure we were a couple,

so when Carrie and Caitlyn were with their dad,

I stayed away.

Come and get me!

Terri, come see our fairy garden!

Oh, excuse me.

I'll be right back.

The coffee is delicious.

Thank you, Abby.

Well, she... she seems nice.

And just so you know, she's not a felon.

Good.

She runs a large blog from home.

Wow, that's cool. I love blogs.

What's it-- What's it called?

Actually...

Terri is Ms. Marvel.

What?

Yeah!

What?

Yeah!

[Terri, impressed]: What is this?

This is our fairy garden!

Oh, my goodness!

That's... that's great.

And, uh...

I love her.

And I hope you like her too...

because I'm gonna ask her to marry me.

Wow.

Wes, that's...

Congratulations.

Thank you! Thank you!

Congratulations. That's just...

...so great.

-Oh. Sorry.

Aah. The Met just keeps asking me to curate

this show for a hot new young artist.

Thought you were done curating?

I am. They just want me to do this one.

You gonna do it?

I don't know.

It'd mean going back to New York?

Yeah.

Well, it sounds like a wonderful opportunity.

You're not trying to convince me, are you?

No, no. I just think it sounds interesting.

Mm. Because it kind of sounds like you are.

Why would I do that?

I don't know, so maybe I'd move back to New York?

Megan, I'm the one

who brought you down here in the first place.

Mm. But you didn't intend for me to stay, did you?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that. I know you didn't mean that.

I, uh, maybe I misunderstood.

I think maybe you did.

So how's the Trust development going?

Great. Really great.

Hey, honey.

Hi, Dad.

I just wanted to let you know

that I just offered to host a dinner tomorrow night

for Wes and Terri and her daughter.

Okay.

And, um...

Wes is also...

getting engaged.

Wow!

Are you okay with that?

Yeah. I'm-- I'm fine. I'm just, uh...

processing.

Uh, but we'll-- we will talk later.

Wes is getting engaged.

What?

All right, well, I'll tell your mother.

She'll probably want to start cooking today.

Thank you. Bye.

She's gone.

Hey, Gran, no offense, but why does this matter?

You've lost to Dorothy for, what, 15 years now?

Well, I don't mind losing to Dorothy McNamara,

but I don't like losing to a cheat.

Rule 23A says

that all flowers and fauna

has to come from within the boundaries of Maryland.

Stop.

Oh, Connor. There it is.

The coast is clear.

Here.

Oh!

The "Middlemist Camellia"?

There's only two.

One is in New Zealand,

and the other's in a greenhouse in Britain?

Do you know what this means?

I do.

I'm gonna call the police and have her arrested.

And if we're lucky,

Dorothy will spend the rest of her days

gardening in Alcatraz.

You don't take any of this seriously, now, do you?

Gran!

I am insulted!

The fate of the free world

hinges on what happens here today.

Connor, do you remember

when you were only eight years old,

and you were so sick with the flu,

and you looked up at me and said,

"Gran... you'll always be there for me, won't you?

And I'll always be there for you."

And I said, "Do you mean it?"

And you said...

Fine. What do you want me to do?

And...

I really wasn't thinking.

I just was very upset with your parents,

and I wanted to speak my mind,

and so I did.

It was great.

After I went back inside...

Alexandra was talking to them,

and then when I found out what happened,

I joined in.

You did?

I'm so sorry for what happened.

No. It's okay.

You know, I think

that they might have been sorry too.

Might be?

Well, they didn't deny that they were wrong,

which is about as close as it gets with my parents.

Were they upset when you left?

I don't know.

They told Alexandra

that she's running the company now,

and then, um...

before I said goodbye, I made them dinner,

this six-course meal.

I pulled out all the stops.

And?

And my dad got up,

and he walked away from the table,

and he didn't say a word.

I'm sorry.

How'd it go with Wes and Terri?

Uh...

Well... uh...

Have you heard me talk about Ms. Marvel?

Yeah, I think so.

It's like a cooking blog, right?

Um, close.

It's about being the perfect single parent.

Okay.

Well...

it... turns out

that Ms. Marvel...

is Terri Ingram.

Yeah.

And she's even more perfect in person,

and-- and Wes is going to propose.

Wow...

I missed all that?

Well, that had to be tough.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

Yeah, it was.

But, uh, Terri is great,

and the girls like her, so...

And that's what's most important, right?

Right.

Hey!

Thanks for coming in so early, Mick.

I was hoping we could get these new loan documents

signed and ready to go.

No problem.

So, um...

how's your dad doing

with the selling of the bank?

I think he'll be okay.

He might take up yoga.

That's something I'd like to see...

...or maybe not.

But he's a good man, your dad.

He's spent more than half his life

building up that bank.

That's-- that's quite an accomplishment.

Yeah, it is, but after 43 years,

what's left to accomplish?

I've asked myself

that same question many times.

Hey, Mick.

Mm?

You ever regret missing stuff

when your kids were growing up?

Oh, yeah. All the time.

I used to tell myself

that I needed to be away working,

building, and being a good provider.

And now?

Now I realize

that the measure of a man's success

is not what he has,

but who he has to truly share it with.

You know, Mick...

I like our little talks.

Me too.

There you go.

All signed.

Watch this!

Look at me!

Woo! Good job!

Hey, Mom, watch this!

I got a new twist on my handstand.

Ooh! That's good.

I'm still working on it.

Well, you're gonna get it.

I have no doubt.

So Terri's nice, isn't she?

Yeah. She likes to sing Beatles songs.

Wow.

What do you, um, think of her with Dad?

It's okay.

Dad already asked us that.

What's that?

If we were okay with him marrying Terri.

Oh. Uh, what did you say?

Sure. Watch this!

Three, two--

one-- split!

Ta-dah! -Whoa!

That's really good!

At least I didn't write actual conversations.

Merely replacing "Martin" with "Brandon"

doesn't change the fact

that the conversation didn't belong to you.

But it was our conversation. I have 50% custody.

Okay, I have a question for you.

Your family members that have read your book--

-Mm-hmm? -They recognize themselves?

A few.

Then what's the difference?

Well--

I mean, Bree, we all write what we know,

that's what we do.

I turned you into a painter in Ireland,

and you turned me into

Wallace,

a marine biologist with a flounder obsession.

It's my favorite fish.

Well, that is sweet,

but in real life,

I happen to be terribly allergic to seafood of all varieties.

One taste, and I puff up like a blowfish.

Oh, that is so tragic,

and wonderfully ironic at the same time.

I'm gonna have to use that in my book.

Well, thank you, and you're welcome.

What are we doing?

Simon, what are you really doing here?

I suppose you won't completely buy me saying

that I'm just a good Samaritan who helps novelists in distress?

No.

Because I'm not in distress.

And I kind of want an answer

without all the cleverness attached.

The truth is,

I wanted to come back,

but I didn't know how to do it,

and I love your novel,

so volunteering to edit it was my...

...lame excuse to see you.

Well, sometimes lame can be...

Brilliant?

Not so lame.

Okay.

So, how exactly did Gran got you to spy for her?

Oh, I'm guessing that she brought up the flu.

The flu?

I'd say love.

Agreed. -Love works.

I'm going with Gran. That was why.

No, Connor had the most disgusting flu,

and Gran took care of him,

and she's been working that guilt for 20 years.

It was a really gross flu.

Trace, can we go snipe-hunting tonight?

Oh, you know, I would love to, but--

Girls, Trace has to, um, work.

He's got a gig in D.C.

Maybe we can go.

Yeah, we can send him a video.

-Yeah, send me a video. -Sure.

Okay, you cannot write

about any of this in your next book, okay?

I wouldn't dream of it.

Hey! You're not writing about us too?

Wait, wait, wait. Who's writing about who?

Okay, not me!

You know, I got to set the record straight, okay?

I was not guilted into it,

and Gran can attest,

I did it for truth, justice, and the American way.

You're right.

Way to go, Superman! Way to go.

Okay, is, uh, is everybody here?

I'd like to, uh, make a toast.

I'd just like to say that, um, over the years,

this table has gotten larger,

and it's gotten small, and now it's gotten large again,

and I think that's a testament

to this family

and the love that we have for one another,

and tonight we have

some very special guests at the table,

and we'd like to pass that love on to you guys,

and so, may you always be healthy,

and may your home always be too small

to hold all of your friends.

Cheers.

We love you.

Thanks. -Cheers.

-Cheers. -Thank you.

Come on!

You know, when I was young,

I decided to only read dead authors.

Oh, I love dead authors.

Me too, but I only read them

because I knew that once I'd consumed

everything that they had written,

I'd never have to worry

about missing their next great work.

That seems logical...

it's also kinda sad.

Yeah.

Bree, I love your writing...

but more than that...

I like you,

and I don't want to give that up.

This feels like we're gonna have the, um...

like, the "what are we?" talk?

Yeah. You know, I need to ask the question.

Um...

you could just keep making excuses

to come visit me.

You know, I think now is the moment

I ask you not to be clever.

Yeah, it's easier to be clever than it is to be vulnerable.

Cleverly said.

Right.

Okay.

Okay, well, let's just, uh, let's talk.

Good.

I really want to dislike her.

She's pretty hard to dislike.

I just never thought

about having to share my children

with anyone...

and I know that Wes has had to accept Trace, but...

Mm.

But you never thought about another woman

raising your children.

Hmm. No.

And what is wonderful,

and horrible,

is that...

Carrie and Caitlyn are okay with it.

They're even happy.

That's what I want for them.

Of course you do.

That's the most important thing.

Even in my worst moments,

I knew...

you had Gran.

And that was wonderful and horrible too.

Oh...

Gran...

Mm?

I found what you're looking for.

The smoking gun?

More like a flowering one.

This afternoon,

I canvassed some flower stores,

and I managed to find out--

don't ask--

that Dorothy has been importing flowers,

including one Middlemist Camellia

from England.

I knew she was cheating!

Apparently, she's been doing it for years,

but here is what I couldn't figure out.

She's been paying for them in installments.

Some of them are still outstanding.

What do you mean, installments?

Dorothy's well off!

That's what I thought too,

so I did a little bit of research,

and it turns out,

after Dorothy's husband died...

She hasn't had a stable place to live,

or even a place to grow her own flowers.

What?

Gran, I think that the facade of the flower show...

might be pretty much all she has left.

Facade indeed.

Well, I mean, cheating is cheating,

but at least now we know.

Every time I hang out with your family,

I can't think about how--

How crazy we are!

I was gonna say how wonderful you are.

I guess we're kinda wonderful too.

Sometimes.

I mean, your dad and Connor

are talking again.

It's really nice.

Yeah, I guess it is.

I just mean you guys seem to get over things quickly.

Only when we throw them under the rug.

But you and Alexandra, you guys seem okay.

Yeah, my family excels at seeming,

but we're never even close to being okay.

You having fun yet?

Uh... actually, yeah.

No one got hurt.

All that's left is cooking dinner.

Well, good thing you're a paramedic,

'cause your cooking might kill us all.

What?

Nothing.

No, there's something.

When you stop smiling, there's always something.

Uh, it's just...

I've only gotten three job offers so far--

Denver, San Jose, and New York.

Oh.

I've applied to every department within a hundred miles of here,

but so far, nothing close by.

Well, I'm sure you'll hear something soon.

I just, uh...

I like being here with you.

Yeah, it's been okay.

Come on.

If you're nice,

I'll let you help me roll up the hoses.

I've been thinking about yesterday.

At Sally's?

Yeah. Me too.

It felt, um...

...familiar.

Mm-hmm.

Unfortunately.

Guess we haven't changed as much

as we thought we had, huh?

Mm.

Do you ever wonder what might've happened...

If?

Yeah, if.

We had some good times.

Yes, we did.

I'm just not sure

I'm completely over the other stuff.

Same here.

It's kind of like...

there's so much water under the bridge that...

maybe the bridge has washed away.

Think there's any chance we could rebuild it?

I think that...

maybe this is a chance

for us to build something different.

Like that old boat you're building?

Ahh. So, you know about that, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I'm just glad that you've found something

that makes you so happy, Mick.

Thank you, Megan.

So am I.

[Carrie, on video]: Hi, Trace! We're looking for snipes.

Dad said he saw one, but he got away.

We miss you!

Wish you were here.

And second place goes to Nell O'Brien,

for her Traditional Mass display,

"Summertime Fugue."

-Love you, Gran!

Congratulations, Nell.

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.

And first place,

for the 16th year in a row,

goes to Dorothy McNamara for "Gilded Lilies."

Come on up, Dorothy.

Congratulations. Well done.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Dorothy, could I talk to you for just a minute?

Of course. I always have time

for you, my dear Nell.

Well, listen, I was thinking

that we might, uh,

we might go and have lunch together,

because, after 16 years...

...maybe it's time.

You know, it's not

the trophies and the ribbons...

It's the friendships that are the true rewards.

I can't agree more.

You can go to work now.

Huh.

You know, the last three days

have been the best of my life.

We really didn't do anything special.

Ah, that's just it.

It wasn't special, it was just...

the way that I thought it would feel.

For me too.

Which is why I just don't want it to end.

Yeah.

Uh, I'll do the scones.

And I'll do the quiche.

I love your quiche.

I love your scones.

And you wash, I'll dry.

And we'll both fold.

Deal. See? We make a great team.

Yes, we do.

I think I always knew I wanted to be a writer.

Not me.

I always fancied myself a rock star.

Hmm. You do realize

that by saying things like "fancied myself,"

you can never, ever become a rock star?

Yeah, not to mention the fact

that I'm tone deaf.

But you know what?

I still haven't given up hope.

Still think about it, actually.

Aw, really?

Yes, sadly.

That and American football.

Quarterback.

I still hope that one day, I'll finally be discovered.

Oh, so you are

a tone-deaf,

failed rock star quarterback

who's afraid of flounder.

Yeah. Pretty much.

Which is why I became a novelist.

It was far easier to pretend to be someone else.

This pretend you...

um, has he ever sold cars?

I... I don't understand.

Well...

as you may recall, I'm in the market for a new one.

Yeah.

Maybe British--

Okay.

Maybe a muscle car.

Something that is adaptable to all kinds of terrain

and can fit a few spirited family members.

Ah, interesting.

I don't supposed you'd be willing to give up

one, maybe two,

of your items on your wish list?

I don't know.

I, uh... haven't decided yet.

Well, when you do finally decide to purchase

a slightly used British car...

Give me a call.

You're going?

I have a talk at UCLA next week.

I either intend to talk about contemporary fiction

or the state of the British automobile industry.

You are way too clever for your own good.

-Bree? -Yeah?

I like you.

And you know what? There's really

only one clever thing left to do,

and it doesn't involve words.

Mm-hmm.

Mm... hmm.

Cheerio.

Mom said you were still here.

Last day.

Which I'm okay with.

I think it's time.

Not sure the banking industry really needs me anymore.

Maybe not,

but I wanted you to know

I understand how hard this must be for you.

There's a baseball game coming up,

and I thought maybe we could go together.

We're on the third base line.

Nationals have a good team this year.

Yeah, they do.

You know, you were right.

I don't know exactly what it means

to be a father,

but I'm trying to figure it out.

I think you'll be okay.

You wanna give me a hand with some of this stuff?

Sure.

Thanks.

Hello, sailor.

Hey.

Permission to come aboard, sir?

Permission granted.

Thank you.

Oh, wow... Mick.

I love her.

So this is where you've been bringing Connor?

Yeah. He's been helping me put her back together.

Well, thank you for inviting me to meet her.

I just, uh, I wanted to share this with you.

It's, uh, it's an old Roman tradition.

When you step the mast on a sailboat,

you slide a coin underneath it

for good luck and protection...

so tomorrow...

I've got a crane coming to re-step the mast.

So...

So, is there a ceremony or a special toast,

or some obscure words of wisdom?

No. This is it.

It's just a way to share the boat

with those that you've sailed with before.

I'll drink to that.

Me too.

Come on. I'll show you the boat.

I can't wait.

Watch your step. Watch your drink.

Okay, let's go!

Come on!

Uh, Wes, don't forget the girls have gymnastics

Wednesday and Friday.

I know, and Terri has it written down.

Well, Terri, thank you so much for coming.

I'm glad we were able to meet.

Me too.

Abby, I-- I don't think

this is supposed to be easy.

No. No, it's... it's not,

but we'll see how it goes.

Yeah.

Okay.

Bye!

Bye.

Have fun at Dad's, girls!

Bye, Mom!