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Can you pull over?

Dear Scotty:

So, I'm out early for good behavior,

and here I am, stealing this.

You always hated memorials, and now I hate them, too.

I hope it's not bad karma,

because I'm headed back to the place it all went wrong.

See if I can get something right.

550 a month. First and last today.

No lease.

-What's your name? -Kenna Rowan.

Shut it, Doug!

Bitch!

Water and sewer are covered.

There's a $250 deposit for electric.

T-Two hundred and fifty on top of two months' rent?

And take a kitten.

A kitten?

Yeah, a kitten. It's like a cat but smaller.

-Well, I don't want a kitten. -Who wouldn't want a kitten?

Me.

I'll make you a deal. You take a kitten,

and I'll leave the electric on for three weeks.

Give you a chance to get your shit together.

Fine.

Here.

Remember how we used to wonder

what this place was like?

Well, Paradise is no paradise.

And my new roommate is a small cat.

What am I gonna do with you?

Now I just need a job so I can stay here,

make this place a home.

Maybe then they'll let me see her.

Yeah, well, I'm hungry, too.

Did you used to paint your nails

when you were in the MFL?

The NFL.

Oh, NFL.

You need to be pretty for going to work.

It's very, very important, right?

Not as important as being kind and smart.

Mm. If you say so.

Diem.

Come on, sweetie, it's time to come home.

You got to let Ledger get to work.

Finished.

Thanks, D.

This is perfect.

All right, let's get you home.

Dragons hold hands when they cross the street.

Dragons don't have hands, silly. They have wings.

-Come here. Oh! -Oh. All right.

Thanks.

Thanks for the visit, D.

-Love you. -Bye. Love you, too.

-Gave him a manicure? -Hmm.

What the...

-Hey. -Hey.

Oh. What's got your manties in a bunch?

Afternoon.

-What's up? -Hola.

Hey.

-Got your favorite. -Let me guess. Is it a mug?

More Broncos swag? Seriously?

Must be Wednesday.

It might be worth drinking again.

Just to end this torture.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

Which mug would you use?

STD awareness mug. Yeah.

-It's a favorite. -Nice choice.

While you're obliterating your liver,

you might as well keep one eye on your chlamydia.

Priorities.

Funny.

I thought it was funny.

So, what is it?

Scotty's memorial's gone.

-Someone took it? -Yep.

Who would do something like that?

-Do you happen to be hiring? -No.

Hey, uh, are you hiring?

-No. I'm sorry. -Okay. Thank you.

Hey.

Come on in.

No, thanks. I just wanted to see if you needed help.

Desperately.

Here, sit.

I'll get an application.

Can I have some more fries?

-Here we go. -Thank you.

Can I have some more?

Use your fork.

Oh, we can't hire folks with a record, hon.

It's policy.

Okay.

Been burned too many times.

Why don't you try the Dollar Den.

They're always looking.

Hello.

Just that.

Come back soon.

If you insist.

You know, you can buy more than one thing at a time.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

I'm just working up the courage to ask you out, Kenna.

Well, um, Scotty...

-Mm-hmm. -...it's, um, unfortunately

against store policy for employees to date customers.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Can I see that?

Excuse me.

Um, I'd just like to return these plates.

Oh, sure.

And, uh...

I'm never shopping here again.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

So...

...can I take you to dinner?

In that thing?

You don't like it?

It's just about the ugliest color orange I've ever seen.

I know.

It's not mine. It's my best friend's.

I get off at 7:00.

Everything here reminds me of you,

but I have to keep going.

Maybe the bookstore we loved will help.

I miss their bougie coffee.

And I miss you.

Love, Kenna.

Who the hell turned this bookstore into a bar?

I did.

What can I get you?

A coffee.

Coffee? Sure. Uh, cream and sugar okay?

Could you do, um, caramel and extra foam, please?

You bet.

Soy, skim, almond or whole milk?

Whole's fine.

I was kidding.

Uh, this is a bar.

I do have a four-hour-old pot of coffee

and your choice of cream, sugar, both or none.

I'll just take whatever.

Okay.

Uh...

Whatever, coming right up.

I'll take my usual.

I got you, Stacey.

Pretty impressive for not a coffee shop.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

Well, I'd probably give it, um, a solid three stars on Yelp.

-Three? -Mm.

That reaction was more like a four, four and a half.

Well, um, no caramel, so...

No caramel.

Got it. Okay.

It's good to have something to aim for.

What were you writing?

Um, nothing.

Ooh. Uh...

Hey, do you happen to be hiring?

I could, um, up your Yelp game.

Not right now.

Sorry.

Hey, Coach. Question about tomorrow's game.

Uh, I'll be right back.

What's up?

Uh, not a good pass.

-I get it. -Uh, yeah.

Anyways, I got work to do, so...

How's Skylar doing? She's good?

-Those two right there? -Yeah.

Oh, shit.

Uh, I left my, um...

-Oh, right. It's in the back. -Oh.

Thank you.

I didn't read it.

Promise.

Um...

I could walk you out back. It's closer.

Okay. Yeah.

Um, wait, um...

You, uh...

you mind if I get your number?

I...

Uh, I don't have a phone.

Who doesn't have a phone?

I should, uh, I should probably go.

Um, you should stay.

Hey, Ledger, need you inside.

One sec.

You okay?

-I have to go. -Yeah.

Come back tomorrow. I'll-I'll have that caramel.

I just-- I can't, okay?

Yeah.

Dear Scotty:

I met your friend Ledger today.

He didn't recognize me, but why would he?

It's not like we ever met.

I'm gonna keep my distance.

-Happy birthday. -Happy birthday.

I have enough to figure out.

Especially with Grace.

Ledger said he was gonna be here.

He also knew it was important.

It's a make-or-break game this week.

I'm sure he wants to be here.

There's always something.

Hey, why don't we go out, do something fun?

-Now? -I've had years

to imagine how she must feel.

Uh, yeah. Go. Go.

She didn't want you to leave.

We should have listened.

If we did, she wouldn't have heard words like "sorry..."

...and "accident"

and "didn't make it."

You were their perfect boy.

In a perfect world, you'd still be alive.

But instead, they had to live in a world without you.

Because of me.

I'm the one they blame.

And I understand why.

You have pled guilty

to vehicular manslaughter under the influence.

This court accepts your guilty plea

and sentences you to seven years' incarceration.

And yet, here I am,

back in their lives, asking for one thing:

to meet our daughter.

Yes.

Uh, I can hold.

Diem!

It's time for T-ball. Go get dressed.

We got to go!

Is that Scotty's old jungle gym?

That was our spot.

It's what she wanted for her birthday.

Well, of course it is.

Ledger, help me!

I can't find my other boot.

Boots? Wear your cleats.

-People don't wear boots to play T-ball. -I am.

-I'm wearing my boots today. -Listen to your coach.

No burger if you don't wear your cleats.

Found your other boot.

Is that a freakin' pigeon?

You win.

When's my mom getting a bigger car?

She drives a minivan. How big a car does she need?

Not Nana. My mom.

What do you mean?

Skylar says my mom never comes to my T-ball games,

but when I ask Nana,

she says she will when she gets a bigger car.

Mm.

Well, let me talk to Nana about that, but we got to go.

We're late.

-Her mom needs a bigger car? -I know.

And I, uh...

I'm not prepared for her to start asking.

I'm not ready.

Have you thought about telling her the truth?

-No, she's five. -Yeah.

And she won't stop asking till she knows.

Bye. Have a good game.

This is a family-owned supermarket

that puts our customers on a pedestal.

Uh, nothing is more important.

Consequently, we have to know at every level of interface

that we can guarantee our customers' happiness.

And...

safety.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you okay?

I just... rear-ended someone,

and I don't have insurance.

What's your trauma?

Well, I can't get a job because I just got out of prison.

Really?

Yep.

Shit, you win.

Yay, me.

What kind of job are you looking for?

I mean, honestly, anything.

Well, I can't guarantee full-time,

but I could give you some shifts as a bagger.

Manager already said no.

I could talk to him.

-Amy Matthews. -Kenna.

Assistant manager, recent rear-ender,

in charge of checkouts and bagging.

-Thank you. -I wouldn't go booking

any trips on a private jet this side of Christmas.

The hours are shit, and pay's even shittier.

Hey, don't you live in Paradise apartments?

Hey, don't you live in Paradise apartments?

Can you start Monday?

Yes.

Thank you.

What's Tinder?

Where'd you hear that?

Skylar's mom said if you have it,

she'll break her finger.

Nana, I'm a burger monster.

Well, you better eat the burger

before it eats you.

Guys, I'm headed out.

-Okay, bye. -Love you, D.

Love you, too.

Hey.

How'd you know I lived around here?

Um...

Well, I'm not here to see you.

Then why are you here?

You're Kenna.

I-I need to see her.

Go. Right now.

-This is none of your business. -The hell it isn't.

Ledger, please.

Please just let me speak to them.

-Goddamn. -You don't understand, okay?

Yeah.

Just get inside.

Sit.

Sit down.

A teething ring?

She's five.

What are you thinking showing up here?

She's my daughter.

Diem is their daughter. Your rights were terminated.

Goddamn.

I'm pulling the truck in the garage and taking you home.

Don't move. I mean it.

Hey.

Hey.

Open the door!

Get your hands off me!

-Get off of me. -Calm down.

You can't be here.

Don't touch me.

-Grace, shut the door. -What's going on?

Everything's fine.

Hey.

Get in the truck.

I'll call the police.

Coming back was a mistake.

No one benefits from you being in Diem's life except you.

You're an asshole.

Fuck you!

Wait. Where are you taking her?

Where is she going? No!

Why don't you have any stuff?

I just moved in.

Can I have this?

Sure.

You got a kitten?

Can you go, please?

Mom won't let me have one.

-What's its name? -It doesn't have a name yet.

Why are you so poor?

I... just got out of prison.

My dad's in prison. Do you know him?

I was in a women's prison, so no.

Why are you so sad?

I have a daughter, and no one's letting me see her.

Did she get kidnapped?

No, no.

She's with her grandparents,

but they're not letting me see her.

But you want to?

More than anything.

I'm Lady Diana.

I have some sparklers.

Do you want to light them with me?

Maybe later?

Rec room closes in 15 minutes.

Come with me. I'm Ivy.

Rec room closes in ten minutes.

Start heading back to your bunks.

Boy or girl?

Was a girl.

They gonna let you see her?

All inmates and COs be advised...

Don't know.

They took your baby from you.

You're never gonna get over that.

So, you decide, right here, right now.

You gonna live in your sadness or you gonna die in it?

I'm gonna live in it.

I'm gonna name you Ivy.

How could she just show up?

I hope you told her to leave town.

-She is not welcome here. -Of course I did.

I can't believe she's out already.

Diem almost saw her.

Let me go say good night to D before I head to work.

I got to call our lawyer.

Oh, God.

You good?

Yep.

Kenna's back.

-Diem's mom? -Yep. She was the woman

sitting at the end of the bar the other night.

No shit.

-You didn't recognize her? -Nope.

Never met her.

I thought he was, like, your best friend.

Yeah, but I wasn't around.

I saw her mug shot once.

But, uh, she looked completely different then.

I don't know.

Patrick and Grace don't need this right now.

I mean, to be fair, she did give birth to D.

Yeah, but no parent should be forced to set up visitation

with their son's murderer.

Don't you think "murderer" is a bit dramatic?

She's not some stone-cold killer.

She left him there.

Ledge, if it weren't for you,

I'd be lying in a ditch somewhere.

Maybe she's operating in the same gray area I was.

So, what, she's in the gray,

and now you want to be all black and white?

It's not like you.

Want some seeds?

You're an asshole.

Why are you here?

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

Wait.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

But that's not it, really, is it?

You're worried that if you hear that I ended my life

while you're eating your cornflakes in the morning,

you might be left feeling guilty.

That it was because of you.

But don't worry. You did it.

Your conscience is clear.

Oh, my God.

Roll down the window.

Are you Kenna's dad?

-Okay, he's... -Uh...

He's definitely not my dad.

No.

He's the guy who won't let me meet my daughter.

Jerk.

Thank you for being on my side.

Our lawyer told us there's nothing

she can do legally.

Legally is not the issue.

I'm worried she's gonna swipe her when no one's looking.

We can't trust her.

I don't know. I don't think she'd do something like that.

Wh-What do you mean?

How would you know what she would do?

We don't know what she's capable of.

None of us know her, right?

Maybe you should meet up with her, see what she has to say?

What would she possibly have to s-say?

Ledge, no. She's got no rights.

Y-You know how hard this has been, okay?

We're finally in a good place.

We're not sharing Scotty's daughter with the woman...

My horse's head came off.

Uh-oh. -Oh, boy.

How did that happen?

I pulled it off.

Yeah. Well, it's not a surprise, then.

Here, let's go.

Sorry, Patrick, I didn't mean to overstep.

No, no, no. Just make yourself useful.

No worries. Just bring that wood over.

Yes, sir.

You want to know something funny?

You know Scotty had his first kiss up here?

Yeah, he told me that.

Who was it? Dana?

Yep.

I remember I was pissed.

Called dibs on her first.

Well, he's much better looking than you are.

Yeah. He was.

I'm gonna get a beer. You want one?

Yeah, I'll take one.

When I'm older...

Uh-huh.

...I'm gonna put the "L" in NFL.

I hate you so much.

Team?

Broncos.

Now you're talking.

I'm more of a simple-life kind of guy.

My plan is to get married, be a dad.

That's what I'm gonna do.

While you go off and take down Brady.

Wait.

-What? -What is that?

What?

What the hell?

What?

Is that a freakin' pigeon?

That?

Yes.

A freakin' pigeon?

That's my baseball glove.

That's my freakin' baseball glove.

Holy-- Oh!

And who says "freakin'," anyway?

You're so freakin' high.

Oh, super!

Kenna, I need you on two.

Do you have bags?

No bags.

Does she look like me?

Yeah, she does.

What's she like?

Do you walk to work?

Yeah.

Got an umbrella?

Nope.

You could call a Uber.

Did they have Uber before you...

Went to prison? Yeah.

Yeah, they had Uber.

Still don't have a phone.

Jerk.

Is that a freakin' pigeon?

You okay?

Just a little bit of rain.

-You need a ride home? -No, I'm fine.

I'll just wait it out.

It's a slow night. Let me give you a ride.

It's fine.

All right.

No wonder no one's in here.

The music's miserable.

I thought misery loved company.

Misery loves no music because all music is miserable.

But I heard misery loves caramel.

Oh, could I get it in a to-go cup?

Don't push it. Still not a coffee shop.

Are you sure you don't want a ride?

Did you show up to my bar that night

because you wanted me to lead you to her?

No, I only showed up

because it was the bookstore Scotty and I loved.

I had no idea who you were until I heard your name,

because you were never around.

So you're telling me...

What?

Scotty knew what a book was?

Thank you for the ride. And the caramel.

Did you say you're going to propose?

You heard me correct.

Don't you think it's a little too soon?

No. No, I don't think it's too soon.

I love her.

I'm gonna ask her on my birthday,

-and I want you to be there. Okay? -Hey, two-seven.

-Let's make moves. -Ledge.

Hey, hey.

Promise me.

You're gonna love her.

I promise I'll be there. I got to run, all right?

All right. Bye.

What'd you say?

What are you doing?

Working.

No, you're not. You're drinking a soda.

What do you know about work?

How many jobs have you had?

I'm a kid!

And what are you up to, kid?

Going grocery shopping with Nana.

Oh, yeah? What store?

What s-- Diem!

-What are we gonna get on our fruit platter? -Cheese.

Cheese on our fruit platter?

Grace!

-Ledger! -Hold up! Hold up, hold up.

-What? -Get her back to the car. Now.

-Come on. Come on. Come on. -I can walk, you know.

Grace!

Grace, please!

Please!

Why did you do that?!

Why the hell did you do that?!

Everything okay?

Just go.

-You need to take some time? -I'm sorry. I...

I'll deal with him.

-I'll see you tomorrow. -Okay.

Thank you.

Kenna!

Kenna. Get in.

Kenna. Can we talk?

Other mothers told me what it would be like.

I'd be taken to the hospital to give birth

and that I would get two days with her.

Two whole days, just me and her.

It was the only thing I had to look forward to.

But she was born early. Um, six weeks.

I don't know if you knew that.

Her lungs weren't fully developed,

so they rushed her to the NICU.

While I had to spend those two days alone.

I never got to hold her.

-Kenna, I... -Please don't.

It was stupid to...

assume that they would just let me be a part of her life.

I didn't come here because I think that I deserve her.

But, God, I just...

I want to meet the human that...

...that Scotty and I made.

Ants in my pants make my belly button dance.

Your turn, Ledger.

Say, "Ants in my pants make my belly button dance."

All right.

Ants in my pants make my belly...

It's a good thing that I made you...

made you check your belly button, right?

Oh. Whoa.

What you doing? All right.

Oh! Don't fall.

Mmm. Aw.

She's amazing.

Thank you.

Yeah.

It's a good thing that I made you...

made you check your belly button, right?

Can I ask you something?

Do you hate me?

You know, the...

other night when we met at the bar,

I thought you were, I don't know, intriguing.

Then the next day in front of Patrick and Grace's, I...

...thought you were the worst person ever.

And what about now?

Now...

I'm starting to wonder

if you're the saddest girl I've ever met.

All of the above, I guess.

Yeah, we should, uh...

I'll take the... Are you done with that?

It wasn't a good look, you know.

Uh, to his parents, to the judge,

to anybody in that courtroom.

They told me you just seemed so...

I seemed so what?

Unremorseful.

Unremorseful?

I was broken.

Scotty was the closest thing to a home that I ever had.

Sometimes I get the urge to take her.

You know?

But obviously I'm not gonna do that.

I... just want to prove to Grace and Patrick

that I'm responsible.

Well, I want to be ready for when they let me meet her.

And what if that day doesn't come?

Well, I have to live in hope that it will.

But I can, uh, barely pay my rent.

Yeah.

Um...

What if you come and work for me?

For you?

Fridays and Saturdays.

Um, obviously in the back. That way, no one has to know.

Are you being serious?

Yes.

Okay.

Hey, come at 4:00 on Friday.

Sick of having this conversation with you.

You do nothing but complain and complain.

You can't evict me for making art.

Electric guitar at midnight isn't art.

It's a violation of your lease.

I didn't sign a lease.

Did you sign anything when you moved in?

You leave her out of it, Doug.

She took a kitten. The rules don't apply.

As long as I keep paying my rent,

I'm gonna keep playing my guitar.

Maybe if you play something she likes, she won't get as mad.

She was born mad.

-I like the ukulele! -You would.

Hey, I'm Kenna. Uh, reporting for duty.

I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you.

She's gonna help us out in the back. Um...

Uh, this is Roman. Um...

Okay.

Uh, unexpected.

Um, do you... do you know how to wash dishes?

Six years' experience.

Okay. I'm not... I'm not gonna ask you to elaborate on that.

I'm sorry, I got to go.

Um, can you show her around?

I'll be back.

-Follow me. This way. -Okay.

Wow. I haven't seen this floor in a long-ass time.

Or my shoes, for that matter.

-Uh, do you want a drink? -Yeah.

-Okay. -Thank you.

Whew! Oh, man.

Can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

Who is this, uh, Leah?

Leah is Ledger's ex-fiancée.

They broke up about a year ago.

Wow. I had no idea.

She wanted to be the only girl in his life.

-He cheated? -No.

She was jealous of Diem.

Diem's like his-his pseudo niece.

It's hard to explain.

But he is hopelessly devoted to that little girl.

...hang out at my place sometime?

It's my third.

When you meet my husband, you'll know why.

He's a lightning rod.

Kenna has revolutionized this place.

And she found the Cold Creek order.

Oh. This is good.

This is great, actually. Thanks.

Roman, I'm leaving you to close.

-That cool? -Yep.

Uh, need a ride home?

Yeah, sure.

How come her job comes with perks?

See you, guys.

-He ever give you a ride home? -No.

Does she ever ask about me?

She doesn't really understand family dynamics yet,

so she doesn't really think anyone's missing from her life.

Right now, she thinks you're not in her life because

your car's not big enough.

What?

Yeah, I know.

It's, uh... it's a long story.

Can you tell me what she's like?

She loves animals.

Especially dogs.

She hates peanut butter but loves snow cones.

And she...

she has a fiery spirit.

Just like you.

I'm sorry about, uh...

is it Leah?

-Wow. Mary Anne works fast. -Mm.

To be fair, um, I learned most of my info from Scotty.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Well, I know that you both cried

watching Princess Diaries.

Oh, my God.

He would always say that catchphrase.

It's... "damn pigeon," or something.

It's actually "freakin' pigeon."

Now we're uneven.

I need to know more on you.

What do you want to know?

What do you write about in your notebook?

What do you say in therapy?

I don't go to therapy.

Well, maybe you should.

I write letters to Scotty.

Did you write about that night?

Yes.

Uh, can you not play music?

Why?

I just-- I don't like it.

It's all... sad, and everyone's in pain.

Okay.

Well, let's see.

See?

-That's sad. -All right, let's...

There you go.

Yeah, let's just turn that off.

-Hey. How are you guys? -Hi.

This is my mom.

-She's never been to prison. -Oh.

I wanted to let you know

that we are having a Mother's Day lunch

in a couple of weeks in the courtyard.

Come. It'll be fun.

It's a potluck.

Um...

-Yeah. Okay. -Yeah.

I-I would love to.

If you have any extra chairs, we never have enough.

She doesn't even have a bed.

It was nice meeting you.

Oh, it's busy.

You okay?

-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah?

Uh, I wanted to ask if, um, you guys had

any spare, like, tables or chairs that I could borrow?

Yeah, I think so. I could show you real fast.

-Okay. Yeah. Thank you. -Yeah?

Uh... Yeah.

-Oh, yeah. Perfect. -Yeah?

-Thank you so much. -You're welcome.

So, what's with all the mugs?

Someone have a coffee addiction?

Uh, alcohol, actually.

-Oh, God. I'm so sorry. -No.

-Bad... bad joke. -No, you're good.

No, there's no secrets here.

Every week, to commemorate my sobriety, Ledger gets me a mug.

-That's nice. -Yeah.

Must be hard working in a bar, though.

Mm, sometimes.

It would be if he actually did any work.

You guys are aware it's Friday night, right?

I'm sorry. I asked him for help.

-Yeah. Mm-hmm. Thank you. -Uh, I'll be back later.

-"You guys are aware it's Friday night, right?" -Uh-huh.

Wait. You got a phone?

Finally.

Look at you.

Here.

Give me your number.

Well, what if I don't want to give it to you?

Well, I'm your boss, and I need to call my employees.

Mm.

Right. Of course.

What was that for?

Just in case I can't place the name.

I want to show you something.

Check your phone.

It's a playlist.

-I told you that... -Just look at it.

It's a happy playlist.

Not all music's miserable.

Was that stupid?

Not stupid at all.

You sleep on the couch?

I got something for you.

Hang tight.

What am I doing, Ivy?

What's, um...

I don't know if you want this. Uh...

-This... -Oh. Oh.

-Wow. -...is part of my camping gear.

I see you camp like a princess.

You're the one who stole this?

Seriously, Kenna?

I'm out here betraying everyone I love by helping you out,

and you're stealing the one thing made to honor him?

Scotty hated memorials.

I was doing him a favor.

Jesus Christ.

You still think I went to your bar with an agenda.

Hmm.

Well, I didn't.

You can go now.

Goddamn it, Kenna.

We can't.

It's just gonna make it so much worse.

I know.

I'm sorry.

-That it? -Yeah.

Is this yours?

Okay.

Thank you.

There.

Kenna Rowan?

Yeah.

You've been served.

My legs are soaking sore.

They're what?

-You and your... -That was a good game, you.

Okay, squirmy.

Okay. All set.

Okay, ready?

How old will I be when you die?

You don't need to worry about that.

Ledger?

Everything okay?

Yeah. Um...

Love you, D.

-Thanks. -Yep.

I can't believe they did this.

If I try and see her again, they could arrest me.

--They're not gonna change their minds.

Want to take the night off?

No, I-I can't. I need the hours.

We could show up late.

How's it going?

You want to try Diem's favorite?

-Yeah. -All right.

I will have one FofanaLemonana, and then my usual.

-Thank you. -Oh, boy.

Not even gonna ask.

I'm picking up yellow is her favorite color.

What?

You got a little something right there.

Oh, no. Well, your tongue's blue.

-It is? -And your teeth.

And your lips.

So, why did you move back to your childhood home?

I blew out my shoulder.

Oh, I'm sorry.

But don't NFL players,

you know, usually get fancy mansions or a penthouse?

I'm building a house.

It's taken me four years, but...

Jesus. Four years?

I mean, what, carving it out of stone?

You want to go see it?

I'll take you.

Um...

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

-Sure. -All right.

What?

This is insane.

Wow.

Yeah.

Come on.

I'll show you the rest.

Seriously, though, this is amazing.

So, um, when are you hoping to move in?

I don't know.

This has been my dream for a long time.

But then I think about not seeing Diem every day.

Then sell it.

Or rent it.

I'd much prefer you closer to her,

knowing that you're in her life every day.

It's comforting to me.

But what about you?

What is it that you really want?

I want to do right by her.

I mean, she doesn't have a dad.

And I wasn't there for Scotty.

You didn't get married because of her.

You're not moving because of her.

You know, you can't live Scotty's life for him.

Uh, so I was looking at the, um, the closet...

-Uh-huh. -...and was thinking maybe I could rent it.

I mean, it's much bigger than my current apartment, so...

We should go to work.

Mm, yes.

Don't want to piss off the boss.

Oh. Thank you so much.

There he is.

-Hey, hey! -Hi!

We got Skylar's older sister to babysit.

-We just needed a night out. Hey. -Hey, guys.

Uh, Mary Anne, can you take care of them?

I know. It's crazy.

-Crazy. -It's busy tonight.

Do you want your regular?

One drink only.

I got you.

You know what? Uh, before I sit,

-is your truck parked out back? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Diem left her backpack in there. -I got it, Patrick.

-I'm gonna grab it. I got it. -Go sit.

-I'm already wet. -I got you.

It's pouring. You got customers.

Whew!

Go get a drink with your wife.

Thank you.

You know, you could've texted me that.

Yeah.

Um...

Why are you here?

You taste like apples.

-And you're cold and wet. -Mm-hmm.

Hey, you.

What'd you write?

None of your business.

I want to hear it.

Come here.

Don't think you're gonna like it.

Try me.

"Dear Scotty:

"I had sex with your best friend tonight.

"I'm not sure it's something you want to hear.

"Maybe it is.

"I get the feeling, if you can hear these letters

"wherever you are, you'd want me to be happy,

"and right now Ledger is making me happy.

"If it's any consolation, the sex was great...

...but no one can hold a candle to you."

You're just saying that

so you don't hurt his feelings?

Right?

Whatever you need to hear.

Give me that.

Mm-hmm.

It was still good, though, no?

The best.

Oh. Scotty didn't like that one.

Mm-mm.

It's Ledger!

Oh, yeah.

Okay, all right. Oh, my gosh.

-Ah. My ladybug. -Geez.

Giving me a heart attack.

-Hey. You good? -Oh.

You look like maybe you didn't get enough sleep last night.

I got plenty. Thanks.

Well, it's good timing 'cause she wanted to say hi.

We're going to Grandma Landry's.

Don't forget me, okay?

Well, you're only leaving for an afternoon, D.

How can I forget about you?

Old people forget stuff.

Come on, you.

-Thanks for that. -Yeah.

Okay. We'll see him later. See you later.

Grace, uh, actually, I almost forgot.

Aw.

Happy Mother's Day.

Thanks.

That was really nice.

And very pretty.

I'm gonna go put them in water, okay?

-Okay. -Can you keep an eye?

What's Mother's Day?

Mother's Day...

It's a holiday.

But Nana isn't your mother.

She is not, but I lived across the street from her

my whole life, so she's like a mom to me.

Where is your mommy?

She is in Florida, so I sent her flowers.

I want to get my mommy flowers, the one with the tiny car.

Your mommy will get flowers, D.

Come on, NoNo and Nana. We're late.

We're not late.

Happy Mother's Day, Ledger.

I'm so proud of you.

Love you, crazy girl.

To mothers, including Kenna,

even though her daughter was kidnapped.

To mothers.

-To mothers. -Cheers.

So, what's the deal with Doug?

We used to date.

Turns out I fell for a crazy guy

whose love language is stupidity.

Hmm.

Stupid crazy for you.

Speaking of stupid crazy.

I'm gonna... Yep. Um...

Hey, how is it going?

Hi.

These are for you.

Thank you.

Are you kissing the jerk?

Um, well, this is Ledger.

Ledjerk.

-Oh, Ledjerk. -Hmm.

Okay. She's funny and vicious.

I'm Ledjerk.

Ah. Right. Okay.

Can you tell me what happened that night?

Ledger, please.

I need to know.

I'll read it to you.

"Dear Scotty:

"We went to our favorite spot that night.

"By our favorite lake,

my side of town."

Mm.

"Because it was your birthday,

I wanted it to be special."

Mm-mm.

Don't make me do it alone.

Come on.

-Mmm. -Mm-hmm.

-You ready? -Yeah.

Okay. Here we go.

I'm gonna get in there.

Whoo-hoo!

It's not-- it's really not that bad.

-It really isn't. -Wait for me. Wait for me.

Whoo, baby!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

You saved me tonight.

And I always will.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Happy birthday.

Mm-hmm.

You know what sounds really good right now?

What?

Some meat loaf and mashed potatoes.

-So, let's go to the diner. -Mm-hmm.

"I think we felt invincible that night."

Kenna!

Hey.

Scotty?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, Scotty.

Hey. Hey.

I'm here.

Babe.

Scotty!

No!

No.

Help!

"I had to get help,

so I went to the highway."

Hey. Help!

No.

Oh!

"No one stopped.

And that's the last thing I remember."

How much did you have to drink?

Are you on any other illegal substances?

Did you call for help?

Did you know he was still alive when you fled the scene?

Did you know he was still alive when we found him?

"I didn't know that your arm had been crushed.

"That you were still alive.

"I'm sorry, Scotty.

"I'm so sorry.

"When the judge gave me seven years,

"I didn't think it was enough.

"But if I had known that I was pregnant,

"I would've never pled guilty.

"I just didn't know I had anything left to live for.

"There was a 'before you,' there was a 'during you,'

and I never thought there would be an 'after you.'"

I'm sorry you lost him.

No one's ever said that to me before.

Hey, hey.

Grace didn't hear back. She wanted me to check on you.

Oh.

Patrick.

He was your... best friend.

Patrick.

Patrick. Patrick!

Patrick.

Are you sleeping with her?

Look, I think the three of us need to sit down and just...

Are you sleeping with her?

We've all been wrong about her.

You've taken the worst moment of her life

and made it into who she is.

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my... No. -Ledger!

-Patrick! -Ledger!

Get her in.

Patrick. Just...

Leave us alone.

-Hear me out! -Leave us alone.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

You love her?

Well... well, I just hope you do the right thing.

What's the right thing?

I don't know.

I just hope you do it.

Ow.

What happened?

Was it Patrick?

Did Diem see?

No. No.

No, this can't...

Are they gonna let you see her?

I don't know. I-I honestly don't know what's gonna happen.

-Oh, God. -Kenna.

I have to-- Sorry. I have to leave.

Wait.

Kenna. No.

I just-- I don't, I don't want things to change for her.

Her life is-is so happy,

and she doesn't even know that I exist.

You should just give them some time, all right?

Give them time? They've had fucking years.

Okay? They're not gonna get over it.

I mean, what's gonna change?

-It's only gonna get harder for us. -Kenna.

Wait, wait, wait.

Please don't go. Please don't go.

Just go to them and apologize.

Diem needs you.

Kenna, no. Kenna.

-Ke-- Stay. -Please get...

Please don't go.

Please. Please.

Okay?

No.

I can't stay here.

Please don't hate them.

They're giving her a good life.

When Diem asks about her mom,

I'm gonna make sure she knows how incredible you are.

And how much you love her.

Goodbye.

You should go.

This won't take long.

I've given the last five years of my life to that little girl.

You owe me this.

This is Kenna's.

I bookmarked the letter I need you to read.

The rest is private.

I don't want you to read this letter because...

because I love Kenna.

I want you to read this letter because Scotty loved Kenna.

He really loved her.

Here.

What do you think, Ivy?

You want to come with me?

Can we talk?

You can come in.

Um...

I read what you wrote about that night.

I guess...

...I do believe...

...Scotty...

...would have wanted you to meet...

...his daughter.

I can't promise anything beyond that.

I invited Kenna to dinner.

Would you like to join?

She's out back.

Can you come with me?

Ledger!

Hey. Come here.

Whoa.

I missed you so much.

I want you to meet somebody.

This is my friend Kenna.

Hi, Kenna.

Do you want to see my pet turtle?

I would love to.

What's his name?

Ledger. It looks just like him.

Hey.

Oh, wow.

Do you want to see my jungle gym?

I'm really nearly six, and it's my gift,

so it's not a very good surprise

'cause it's too big to wrap.

Ledger, can you put Ledger in his tank

so he doesn't get lost?

All right.

Oh. You handsome beast.

This used to be my daddy's.

You know, I-I used to know your daddy.

Were you his friend?

I was his girlfriend.

I didn't know my daddy had a girlfriend.

Yeah, I loved him very much.

Why are you sad?

Do you miss him?

Um...

Well, I miss... I miss him a lot.

But it's not why I'm crying.

I'm crying because I'm so happy to be here with you.

Why?

Can you come here?

I want to tell you something.

I know that you just met me, but...

W-Well, I'm your mama.

Really?

Yeah, you, um...

you grew inside my belly,

and then, um, Nana and Grandpa, they...

Not Grandpa. NoNo.

Oh. NoNo.

NoNo and Nana...

they took care of you when I couldn't.

Did you get a bigger car?

Um...

Right. Um...

Well, I'm working on it.

What drink do you want?

Can I ha-- I'd like a purple one, please.

It's purple-lavender.

I'm gonna get you a piece of toast.

Thank you.

Mmm!

I forgot your name.

Um, Kenna.

Can you push me on the swings, please, Kenna?

Yes.

Whee!

Hey.

Uh, she's looking for some juice.

Mm, in the fridge.

Okay.

Can I help with anything?

No, that's okay.

You play with your daughter.

Uh, G-Grace.

It's...

We go forward.

--She thought that she had to wear a cast

for the rest of her life.

No one thought to tell her...

And she was only three.

I've known you since you were Diem's age, Ledge.

And not one time in all those years

did you ever give me a single reason to doubt you.

So if you're telling me Kenna's worthy of Diem...

...then I believe you.

Are you kidding me?

Is that a freakin' pigeon?

That's a freakin' pigeon!

Wow.

Look.

You sure you don't want me to help?

-We got this. -Yeah, we've got this.

Gonna stick it in right here.

Why are we putting this here?

Well, it'll make your nana really happy

to know that it's here if she ever drives by.

Will it make my daddy happy?

It'll... it'll make him so happy that we're together.

Can I hit it?

Yeah, hit it right here.

Good job.

Dear Scotty:

I used to write to you when I was lonely.

I know it's been a while.

Maybe that's because I'm not alone anymore.

I have Ledger...

...and your parents

and Diem.

Now the reminders of you only make me smile.

Love, Kenna.

Come here.

Whoa!

All right, who wants snow cones?

FofanaLemonana!

I think we need music.

Yes!