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Previously on The Five Star Weekend:

She is not my friend. You are my friend.

I'm a close friend of Hollis's.

You just told me you weren't friends anymore.

You lied.

I'm never enough, I'm never in on the joke...

I didn't know you felt that way.

But you did.

- Are you gonna get married? - I don't know.

Sometimes I think I'm with him

because it's what my parents want.

It's a very small incision. It should heal quickly.

I'm just calling to discuss the results of your biopsy.

All right, look, Dru, I'm getting calls

from clients looking to drop you.

- Dru-Ann: Is that the one... - My favorite.

Dru-Ann: Is that the one on the postcard?

You knew Matthew.

Tell her, don't tell her, do what you want.

If Hollis finds out the truth, I want her to hear it from me.

Today, we're making biscuit chicken potpie, because why not?

You only live once.

This is chicken potpie

with buttermilk biscuits as the crust.

I know. The pie itself, it's pretty simple.

You need chicken breast, onion, carrots, celery,

and heavy cream, white wine, a little fresh thyme,

and maybe some parsley if you're partial.

And as for the biscuits, look, it's up to you.

If you wanna make homemade biscuits,

you go for it, if that's your journey.

Look, if I have time, or a little aggression to work out,

I love grating frozen butter as much as the next guy.

But the premade frozen biscuits

from the grocery store will work just as well...

- Fan 1: You're an inspiration. - Fan 2: I love you, Hollis.

Fan 3: Your recipes are the best.

Okay, let's see how we did. Watch.

Now, we're in luck.

Because today we have a professional

taste tester, your fav--

- Hi, Chels. - Oh, hi!

I'm so glad I caught you. I just wanted to call

and say I am loving your stories.

Oh, my God, that cheese board was stunning.

I mean, Nancy Meyers wishes.

Seriously, this is exactly

the kind of content I want right now.

It's gorgeous, it's accessible, it's cute.

It's funny, not too funny...

- Oh, good. Yay. - Are you okay?

I can hear your frown lines.

I'm okay, I'm just

taking a moment, lying here

in a state of undress avoiding my real life,

looking at comments on old posts,

which usually makes me feel better.

- Okay, what's going on? - I did some weed.

- I'm sorry, you did weed? - I ate some weed earlier,

and I am kind of in a bad place with everyone except Henry.

And Gigi, but I barely know Gigi, so...

I thought this weekend was gonna make me feel better,

but I don't know, I don't know.

Hollis, I think you're feeling very vulnerable right now,

which is completely understandable,

but everyone loves you, okay?

Sure.

You have a dinner at Cru tonight, right?

Just have a low-key night with your friends

and maybe put on some clothes.

Chill night, clothes, you got it. Okay, thanks, Chels.

Bye, hon.

I'm telling her tonight. It's the right thing to do.

- Oh, my God. - It's just gone too far.

I'm wearing her top for crying out loud.

- Is it soft? - Yeah, of course it's soft.

It feels like I'm wearing a baby.

Aw, that's cute. No, wait, that's gross.

Yeah, gross.

Look, I know I said I wasn't gonna tell her,

but now I'm here and she just has to know the whole story.

Gigi, there is a 4:55 Cape Air flight that you need to get on

before you destroy this woman's life.

Thank you for worrying about me, but I can't run away from this.

Oh, God...

- Hi. - Thank God!

- I was worried about you. - Why?

You haven't called me back all day.

I can't call you every ten seconds, Charlie.

Oh, what's going on with that dress?

- You look super hot. - No, I don't.

I look like a sad panda at a bankrupt zoo.

- Oh, God... - Hey, what's going on with you?

Hollis is still friends with Electra.

This whole time, she made me feel like she chose me?

And she's been lying to me.

Is she even really your friend?

- Yeah. - You can't trust her, babe.

- Yeah. - Why don't you just come home?

- Are you lying to me? - What?

Did you do what they said you did? Did you... Did you...

Did you touch that intern?

Honey...

Yeah.

Come on.

- Okay, don't call me again. - No, no--

Fuck.

Fuck your fucking dress code, Hollis!

God.

Ugh!

Oh, you look beautiful. Our ride should be here soon.

- Hollis, I need to talk to you. - Okay.

What's up?

I...

- I don't want you to hate me. - Why would I hate you?

Gigi, what?

- I spilled coffee on my sheets. - Oh, my God. You are fine.

You are so fine.

Wow, look at you!

Oh, black and white.

- Look at us. - Thank you.

Okay, what is this mystery ride to dinner tonight?

Oh, it'll be here soon. Ha-ha-ha!

Okay, everybody say, "Forced dress code."

Forced dress code.

Can we cool it with the photoshoots

and obligatory group moments just for tonight?

Tonight is chill, I promise.

Hey, are you sure you don't wanna come to dinner with us?

No, yeah, I'm good actually.

I think I'm gonna hang out with Aubrey.

- Aw. - Sweet.

Wow.

And who is this lady?

I wasn't really feeling the dress code.

I got this earlier.

Wow, this is so much better.

I didn't know lime could be this hot.

It's chartreuse.

- Hollis, you didn't. - Okay.

- I did. - You look great.

- Hi! - Hello, ladies.

- Tuk-tuks. - Nan-tuk-tuks.

- Looks like a big tricycle. - I'm not riding with you.

Could we ride together? I am so sorry. I feel terrible.

Please forgive me.

Dru-Ann: I don't wanna go far on a bike.

I'm not really ready to make you feel better about this.

- Okay. Okay. - I need a little space.

You can buy me dinner, but I just...

I need my own tuk-tuk right now.

Actually, you can't have your own tuk-tuk.

There aren't enough tuk-tuks.

- You know what I mean. - Brooke! You're with me.

I can't be seen in this thing alone.

If anyone looks, all they'll see is that shirt.

Gigi, you have to get in the middle because you're skinny.

Skinny people sit in the middle, that's how it goes.

Okay, come on.

Can we get this over with already?

Okay, hang on!

- Here we go. - Dream come true.

What are you doing, Caroline?

You're a mess.

Dru-Ann: This is fun!

You know, I really think all of your clothes

should be in this color.

Well, I don't need advice from you, but thanks.

Ooh.

What is going on between you two,

and whose fault is it?

Um...

Did something happen?

Uh... Actually, Hollis,

there's something I've been trying to tell you.

Okay.

- I-- - We kissed. I kissed Gigi.

- What? - This Gigi?

- This Gigi. - Wasn't expecting that.

- Yeah. While we were shopping. - Yeah.

- It wasn't a big deal. - Right.

- It was sweet. - Yeah.

- So, people just kiss you? - Ah...

Sometimes, but it usually doesn't mean anything.

It doesn't really matter if it means something.

I shouldn't have kissed you.

I'm married. That was wrong, okay?

I forgive you.

So, why did you kiss Gigi, Brooke?

I don't know. I don't know.

I mean, I obviously think women are beautiful, obviously,

but it's not like I'm, you know?

- Why not? - Dru-Ann: Mm.

I'm a little old to suddenly just be...

No, it doesn't matter how old you are. Life is change.

- It doesn't have to be. - I think Dru's right.

I read somewhere that grief changes you

on a cellular level, and I feel that.

And since Matthew, I don't know who I am or what I am. I...

- Sorry, never mind. - No, please, keep going.

I guess I worry that I'm never gonna feel normal again.

Like I've lost something that I--

That I can never get back.

Hollis, I'm Lucy the chef.

I just wanted to come and say hi.

- Hi! - I don't mean to interrupt.

- Well, you are... - No, it's fine. Hi!

This is all so beautiful. Thank you so much for having us.

You know what would be so great is

if we could get a quick picture with you

with our staff for our Instagram?

- Would that be okay? - Of course.

Thank you.

Two seconds. Excuse me.

So sorry.

Could we get some more bread...

I thought this was supposed to be a chill dinner.

Excuse me.

Come on, Dru, pick up. Pick up.

Dru-Ann: I know. I'm done.

I'm calling the moving company to deal with my office,

if you could give me till the end of next week, all right?

Oh, you're not done. Posey's done.

I'm at MSG watching the Knicks warm up.

Posey's here. She's partying in a suite.

Wait. Wait, what? Are-- J.B., are you sure?

Parker's injured, which means Maddox is coming off the bench.

You were right, she was lying.

She didn't need a break, she just

wanted to watch her boyfriend play.

She's out there dancing,

she's drinking champagne, she's even wearing a hat

like that makes her invisible, which it doesn't.

I'm telling you right now,

this is gonna sink her and absolve you,

because it's only a matter of time

before the paps get a picture.

All right, J.B., come on.

Would you calm down? She's just a kid.

Dru, do you hear what I'm telling you?

It's over. All right, I gotta run.

Hi.

- Can I help you? - Yeah.

Sorry, I'm here looking for one of your servers. Dylan.

He was supposed to meet me outside like an hour ago.

Is he still here?

Let me check.

Dad, it's so weird.

Everyone here is eating the same thing.

Okay, seriously, why are they all eating soup?

This is the best mediocre clam chowder on Nantucket.

I feel like I'm at church with Grandma.

It's the fanciest restaurant on the island

and your mom wanted us to celebrate. So...

Yeah, but she bailed to go to her podcast thing.

She's still very proud of you, even if she's busy.

You got into Amherst. It's a big deal.

- Thanks, Dad. - I'm so proud of you.

You're a hard worker. Just like your mom.

Okay, please don't equate my getting into college

with Mom making brownies.

Your mom's brownies are top notch.

They are. But it has totally gone to her head.

It really has.

I'm sorry. My section got a little crazy.

I'm gonna need an hour, tops.

Um...

Are you mad?

- No, no. I'm fine. - Cool.

I can just sit at the bar.

- Yeah, just-- Just an hour. - Okay.

I'm sorry, you actually can't wait at the bar.

I have a strict no-jorts policy.

Maybe you'd be comfortable waiting in your car.

- Okay. - Hi.

- Is it Johnson? Party of two? - Hi. Yes.

Perfect.

I think I'm just attracted to

the same women we're all attracted to.

Kristen Stewart, Princess Diana...

Maybe you're bi.

- Hey, everyone is a bit. - I'm not bi, I'm a mom.

Oh, shit.

Are you watching the Knicks game? In Massachusetts?

It's not against the law.

I've always been drawn to women, especially confident women,

but I don't know if it's because I wanna be them or if I wanna--

You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm married.

To an asshole. He just got MeToo'd!

Excuse me, didn't you get canceled?

- Not anymore, apparently. - Sorry!

How was your networking sesh?

Sorry. It turned into a whole thing.

She wants to do a collab.

Maybe something for the Christmas Stroll.

It's okay to say no. You don't have to do it.

No, I can't, actually. I need that relationship.

I mean, I need to work. Work is all I have.

There you are. Enjoy, Doctor Ramiro.

So, where are we going drinking after?

More drinking? Fuck.

It's been such a long day,

I think I'm gonna head home after dinner.

Well, I wanna go out.

Or your shirt wants to go out.

That's for sure.

Come and have a real Nantucket moment with us.

It's '80s night at the Box.

Oh, '80s night at...

Oh...

- Okay, you got me. - Is that a gay bar?

Look at you. Just come out already, Brooke.

Five shots of nail polish remover, please!

Oh, can you turn the Knicks game on?

Yeah, that's not a request I can entertain.

Fine, a hundred bucks.

Come on.

- Anything for you. - Yes.

- All the way to the top, please. - Got yours right here.

- It's not a cup of hot tea, Hollis. - Okay.

Come on, Hollis, remember college days? That's it!

- This is fun. - Oh, look. There's Kyle.

What a coincidence.

Wow, can you seriously not go 24 hours

without seeing your husband?

Just a minute.

Did you know she's been holding a grudge for...

I don't know, about something I said to her

at your wedding for 26 years?

- Yeah, that tracks. - Oh.

Go easy on her tonight, okay?

- She's going through something. - Oh. Oh.

Something medical.

I shouldn't have said that.

Pretend I didn't. Just forget it.

- Please, I should not-- - Honestly, no, it's fine.

I already did.

All right. Look at us.

This is good. This is fun.

- We're out. - Hm.

You really do look beautiful.

Thanks.

Jesus, Charlie, leave me alone.

- Are you okay? - No, I...

Gosh, what else did you and Brooke do?

- Oh, no, not that. - Hey! Gigi! Hey.

Sorry. Can you h--

- Can you hang on a sec? - Yeah, of course.

- Hi. What are you doing here? - Hey.

Saving you from making one of the biggest mistakes...

- Who's this? Hi. - Hi. Oh, my God, you're Hollis.

- Yeah. - I'm such a huge fan.

Your pickle juice vinegarette

completely changed my salad game.

I'm loving this. Who are you?

- My co-worker, John Mark. - Her emergency contact.

It's so nice to meet you. Are you from here?

Oh, no, no, no. My flight at Logan got canceled

so I hopped on the puddle jumper to see this lady.

She told me you guys were heading here,

and this guy I've been seeing completely ripped my heart out,

so I just really needed to be with my best friend right now.

Of course. That's what friends are for.

And, boy, did you luck out. She's the best.

- So great to meet you. - You too.

Orlando guy broke up with you?

Oh, God no. He's still obsessed with me. Let's go.

I'm not going to let you destroy this woman's life.

- Look. - What?

It's really you.

You're here.

- Hi. - Hi.

I sold you fish. Remember?

- You don't? - Oh, right. Bartlett's.

And we're her college best friends.

We don't work in fish, but we love fish.

- Oh. Great. - I can't believe we're just

running into you. This wasn't on the itinerary.

- You saw the itinerary? - Your friend Electra posted it.

I have to tell you, your videos and the comfort food series,

it's just about the only thing

that I could watch after my miscarriage.

They really reminded me to take care of myself.

I'm so sorry. And I'm glad they helped.

They did.

- Good. - Thank you.

- Yeah. - So, how are you doing?

Is this like a high-stakes sports game or something?

Uh, no, my client Posey is there and she's not supposed to be.

And she's not picking up her phone.

Yeah, totally.

- You okay? - Sorry. I'm...

I'm sort of overanalyzing every friendship

I've had with a woman, wondering if I actually

had feelings for her, so, um...

Oh, well, just trust your instincts

and listen to your body.

I barely know that I have a body?

- Really? - No, no, like, I'm not in... it.

Even during sex?

No, God, definitely not when I'm having sex.

I'm always wondering if I'm making the right face

or if I'm making a weird sound.

No, I just sort of...

No, Brooke, you gotta get out of your head.

Okay, is this sports talk? Give it to me.

No. It's just the truth.

Okay. Yeah.

- Out of my head. - Out of your head.

- Dru. - Hm?

Oh, my God, it's the tour guide from earlier.

- Which one is she? - There, with the plaid.

- With the buttons and the... - She's cute.

- Yeah. - Look at you.

- You should go talk to her. - No.

Just walk up there, say hello. With your body.

Yeah. Okay. Here goes my body.

- Mm-hm. - Thank you.

Thank you.

- What kind of weird look, babe? - Weird, like...

He's your doctor. Why didn't you talk to him?

He was about to eat some scallops with his wife and...

I just wanna know already. It's driving me crazy.

My mind keeps doing this thing, like,

if we make all the green lights, I don't have cancer.

And if we catch all reds, I'm fucked!

Or if I see two birds out the window, then I'm good.

But if there's only one damn bird, then I'm a goner.

Jesus.

Honey, with all the love in my heart,

I think you need to chill out and wait till Monday.

Well, easy for you to say.

You get to marry someone else after I die.

What?

I need another drink.

And you need to pick a second wife.

What the fuck?

Patrick!

Shot of whiskey. Make it two.

You sure you should be double fisting?

Yes, I'm sure. Why?

No reason. Just...

- She told you. - No, not explicitly.

Tatum, honest, it's none of my business, and I'm sorry.

- I shouldn't have-- - I'm not mad at you, okay?

Yeah, okay. I just-- Tatum...

Oh, fuck.

Hi. I'm not talking to you.

Posey, I see you. I see you at the game.

- I'm at the gym. - Posey, you're not at the gym.

Okay, whatever. I'm here because they pulled Maddox

off the bench to play and he's crushing.

I fucking knew this was about him.

Posey, listen to me, okay?

You cannot be photographed at that game.

Do you understand me? I can have someone there in ten minutes,

but you cannot be photographed at the game.

- Go, baby! You got it! - No. No. Posey!

I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go!

Let's go, Maddox!

Thank God. You have to save me.

These Hollibabes are sweet, but kind of a lot.

- What? - Did you tell Dru-Ann

about my biopsy?

I was trying to get her to take it easy on you.

Can't believe I thought I could trust you again.

That's not fair. I was trying to support you.

Why don't you focus on your own shit?

Oh, and hey, Aubrey told me that Caroline

is failing out of college.

Maybe you should support her through that.

God, look at these ceilings. Gigi. This is so insane.

Oh, my God, please don't tell me

you're writing her a letter like a Little Woman.

And in the adorable journal she had personalized for you?

- What is wrong with you? - I couldn't say it to her face.

I tried, I just...

- couldn't do it. - Mm-hm.

- Okay, girl. - No, please.

All right, "I know I hurt you." Duh.

Please, don't read it out loud...

"But back then, I didn't know you.

Now I can see the depth of pain

I have caused.

But I also know all that's left for us both

is the memory of this man we both loved.

I hope one day you can forgive me."

I think it's better in a letter.

She'll have the privacy to process.

Can I just say one more thing

and then I'll let you get back to your life choices?

What you want is impossible.

You wanna free yourself of this lie

so you can feel better about yourself.

You're not a bad person, Gigi, but you did do a bad thing.

And you have to live with that.

You will never be actual friends with this woman.

Oh, sweetie, I know you loved him.

Oh, my God.

She has a wooden-bowl KitchenAid?

I just have to touch it.

Oh, my-- Oh, my God.

What is taking so long?

Are you guys learning how to play your instruments?

- Ugh! - Babe, come on.

You're right. That's not the way to get someone's attention.

Whoo!

- What are you doing? - Come on.

Might be your last good look.

I don't wanna joke about you dying.

It's not funny. I'm terrified!

Way to make it about you, bro.

I can't.

I'm still trying to find my voice,

you know, which is a little bit tricky,

because it's a whole process

of getting to know the right people.

Yeah, it's hard, though, because

the historical-tour industrial complex...

- What? - Yeah, big deal.

They, like, you know, they live and die on the Yelp reviews.

And these people really like the jokey-joke stuff.

- Which I get, but it's not me. - Yeah.

Well, I've been on, like, one million walking tours, truly,

and you are very good at what you do.

Wow, really?

Because you can tell you're a history genius,

not just someone that memorized a bunch of facts.

- Thank you. - Oh.

Cool. Band.

- Yeah, they're cool. - Cool.

Anyway, I think history's so cool, you know?

It's like, it makes me feel really connected

to the past in this way that's like both cozy and humbling

at the same time, and it just sort of makes me...

- Am I talking too much? - Are you kidding?

No, I love what you're saying.

I just would love for you to keep talking.

- Really? - Yeah.

Okay. Um...

Like, okay, this necklace that I'm wearing.

My great grandmother was wearing this

when she immigrated here from Greece.

- Really? No way. - Yeah.

I, like, kinda glanced earlier,

and I was like, "That's neo-Hellenistic."

Yeah, that's...

Mm-hm.

That's beautiful.

It looks really nice on you.

Thanks.

I love this song...

I love it. It's one of my faves.

Yeah. Yeah, it's cool.

- Do you wanna dance? - Um...

- I, um... - No?

I don't really contemporary dance.

Yeah. Right.

- That makes sense. - It does?

- Okay, great. Yeah, cool. - Yeah.

Um...

Of course.

Just two left feet kind of thing.

Okay, well, I think I'm going to.

Okay! I'm gonna be here.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Okay, bye.

♪ And I ran ♪

♪ I ran so far away ♪

♪ I just ran ♪

♪ I ran all night and day ♪

♪ I couldn't get away ♪

♪ Couldn't get away Couldn't get away ♪

♪ I couldn't I couldn't ♪

♪ I couldn't get away ♪

Okay. Ahem.

The mailbox is full and cannot accept

any messages at this time.

Dru-Ann: Damn it, Posey.

Now those pictures are gonna be every-fucking-where...

- Oh, God. - Posey just screwed herself.

What is wrong with these kids?

I don't know.

Tatum just told me that Caroline is failing out of college.

Sure. Take a sip.

Wait, what do you mean... Failing out?

I thought she was just taking off a semester?

You knew?

Okay, look, I tried to get her to talk to you about it. I did.

- How long have you known? - I didn't know everything.

I mean, Hollis, look, it...

We have been talking a lot

- since Matthew died. - Oh, my God.

- You didn't tell-- - I mean, she needed someone.

I am her someone. I'm her mother!

I don't know what to tell you.

I mean, she calls me.

- Then call her right now. - She calls me-- No.

- I... - She just ignored me. Call her.

Please don't ask me to do this!

Dru-Ann, get my daughter on the phone!

- Hey. - Hold on, your mom wants

- to talk to you about school. - Oh, my God.

Shit.

- Give me the phone. - No, I didn't tell her.

I guess Aubrey must have mentioned it to her mom.

I did not say anything.

- Give me the phone. - Are you really failing...?

Caroline.

Honey, why would you lie to me about this?

School's just too much.

- I can't do it. - Okay.

You could've told me. I can handle it.

- You can tell me things. - I didn't wanna disappoint you.

Honey, that's what moms are for.

I don't care if you're a doctor, you know that.

But I do. And Dad did.

Honey...

Believe me, Caroline...

- I get it. - No, you don't.

You don't get it. You're moving on.

- You're gonna get married again! - What?

I'm never gonna get my dad back!

- He's gone and I have nothing! - Honey--

Caroline--

- I'm sorry, Hollis... - The next time she calls you,

you tell her to talk to me.

Oh, no.

Nope. I am nobody's mom.

Patrick, can I have another one?

Hey. Hey, I'm sorry.

I had a ten-top full of a bunch of wasted 80-year-olds and...

it was pretty metal.

Screw it.

Whoa.

Hey, wait, are you sure?

Take me somewhere.

- Hey! - Huh?

Is that Hungry with Hollis?

Hollis is dead. I ate her.

Get in the truck, Holly.

Are you sure you wanna do this here?

I mean, this lighthouse is mad haunted.

- I-- No-- What about the ghosts? - I don't wanna talk.

Okay, yeah.

Okay.

Officer : Yes, trespassing complaint...

- Oh, fuck! - Oh, shit! Shit! Shit!

I got a fornication on public property.

Oh, it's the cops...

Come on, man...

Dylan LeClaire and one of the Five Stars.

A mini one.

- Oh, God. - I'm bringing them in.

Shit.

Let's go, little ones. I got juice boxes in the car.

- Really? - No.

Thanks for the ride.

I'm not gonna let you walk the mean streets

of Nantucket by yourself.

I'm failing at everything.

You're not failing.

You've just got crazy expectations for yourself

and you're shit at taking criticism.

I'm not shit at taking...

- Oh. Damn it. - Mm.

You're a good man.

I mean, I always knew you were,

but you were a boy and I didn't know if you'd grow up.

But you did. You're a really, really good man.

I forgot how earnest you get when you drink.

You're like a dollar-store greeting card.

Oh, my gosh! You want me to be mean instead? I can be mean.

Is that what you're looking for?

I'd love to see you mean.

If you're gonna wear a Canadian tuxedo,

iron your shirt.

It's wrinkly. Not that it's a woman's job,

but what happened to Mindy?

Uh... We broke up like three years ago.

How do you know about Mindy?

I know about Mindy. She makes beautiful quilts.

I know. I know about her Facebook quilts.

Why didn't you write me back?

- I messaged you like a year ago. - I never got a message from you.

- What did it say? - Nothing.

It doesn't matter.

- You never looked me up. - My mom follows you.

- Cynthia, yes! - She baked me

your biscuit potpie last Thanksgiving.

Love you, Cynthia.

- How is she? - She's good.

Still waiting to get picked up to go on Jeopardy.

She still asks about you.

You're still very much a presence.

Did you call the radio station and ask them

- to play our couples skate song? - When would I have called?

- It's just on the radio! - It's just spooky.

♪ Saying "I love you" ♪

All right. Come on. We've never not danced to this song.

Come on.

Uh...

Jack.

♪ It would be to show me How you feel ♪

♪ More than words ♪

♪ Is all you have to do ♪

♪ To make it real ♪

♪ Then you wouldn't Have to say ♪

♪ That you love me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'd already know ♪

♪ What would you do ♪

♪ If my heart was torn in two ♪

♪ More than words To show you feel ♪

How are you still such a great kisser?

Lots of practice.

- But, you know... - Stop talking.

♪ What would you say ♪

♪ Then you couldn't Make things new... ♪

What's wrong?

- I can't do this. - I'm sorry. It's my fault.

- No, it's not your fault. - No, no, no...

No, I just, I'm sorry.

Holly, come on.

♪ More than words-- ♪

Fan 1: Can I alter this recipe to be vegetarian?

- Fan 2: Genius. - Fan 3: My mouth is watering.

Fan 4: I made this, it was incredible.

- I'm so making this tonight. - Recipe, please.

- You're an inspiration. - How do you do it?

- I love you, Hollis. - She's so pretty.

I wish I was her.

- She's so put together. - I wish I was her.

Incredible!

You care more about your followers

than you do about anything real.

You make everything sunny and happy,

so you don't actually have to deal with anything.

I wish I was her.

You don't get it. You're moving on,

and I'm never gonna get my dad back.

We were broken, weren't we?

Just because I don't grieve the way you do,

doesn't mean I'm not in pain.

Stop! Stop!

Hollis?

Oh, Hollis.

Hey.

Hey. Hey.

I'm here. I'm here.