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Your guitar teacher had you wear
a swimsuit and he filmed it?

Previously on
"A Million Little Things"...

Did he touch you?

No. He just touched himself.

We want to foster you.

Like, have me live here?

I would really like that.

- I can't do this.
- Soph, this is okay.

I'm sure they'll let
you try again tomorrow.

I was never gonna get into MMI.
He was just using me.

I just need to get out
of Boston for a while.

I should have gotten
involved a long time ago.

The important thing
is that you're here now.

My wife got hurt in the protests.

I need to see my wife!

I think we should go to counseling.

Not because I want
us to fix our marriage...

but because I want us to talk
about how we're gonna end it.

Hey. Danny.

Did you know that when
they do kidney transplants,

they leave the bad ones in

and they put the new one
right up your pelvis?

Look it up.

What is all this?

Oh, hey.

This is for Sophie's Welcome Home party.

But she got home a week ago.

Nine days, to be exact.

Which means for nine days,

we have been waiting
on her hand and foot.

Danny, it's a little hot in here.

Can you turn up the AC?

This morning, it was too cold.

Coming right up, Goldilocks. Over.

Any updates?

Yesterday, Soph brought up
going to the police.

Or not going, actually.

She said after having
a cathartic time in France,

she just wants to put
what happened behind her

and focus on the future.

And what did you say?

I said, "I support that.

And I support you, Sophie."

And then I said... Check this out...

nothing else.

I know that was incredibly
difficult for you.

Ha ha. Nah.

I mean, am I stewing obsessively
about what happened to her?

Possibly.

Am I doing nightly Internet deep dives

on the bacteria masquerading
as a human named Peter?

You betcha.

Does it eat me alive

that that guy is still
out there teaching kids

and she hasn't touched her
guitar since her MMI audition?

- She hasn't?
- Dee said she didn't even

take it out of the case
the whole time she was in France.

Hey, Soph, it's me.

Maggie. I didn't know you
were coming by tonight.

Yeah. This time, I was smart.

This door will protect my
high-risk immune system,

and this pillow is
protecting my bony butt.

Alright.

Shall we?
I've been thinking about adjectives.

Ooh, are they...

splashy, unfathomable,
and high-falutin'?

We got Mad Libs, yo.

Oh. Hold on.

Let me just tell Tennille
I'll call her back later.

Okay.

Hi!

Frenchie! You're my first call.

I got into Harvard! Eee!

Oh, my God! Well, congratulations!

My dad would be so proud of you.

Thanks! I'm... I'm so excited.

Well, how about you?
A-Any word from MMI?

Uh... Uh...

Well, actually...

I haven't heard yet.

Oh, well, you will.
I know you're getting in.

- Tennille, get off the phone.
- Okay!

You got to call Grandma.

Uh, I need to call my grandma
before she goes to bed.

But call me as soon as you hear, okay?

Okay, I will. Congrats again.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Soph?

You okay?

Oh, no, no. You... You can't be in here.

I'm not done with quarantine.
It's not safe.

I can't not hug you right now.

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- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, sweetheart!

I was just getting my steps
in with a friend of mine.

- Bye, honey.
- You remember Sharon.

Slept with her chiropractor.

I mean, sh... Oh, my God.
They were together...

Babe, is it bad if the
daily morning wake-up call

to make sure you're
okay after a concussion

is the thing giving you the headache?

I usually treat a case of
"the Shellys" with bourbon,

but I will get you some aspirin.

Ugh. She's doing that thing
where she reduces the person

she's talking about
to the lowest moral act

they've ever done.

It has nothing to do with the story.

"You remember my friend Eileen?

She stole a cutting board
from Bed Bath & Beyond?

Oh, yeah, she's doing a juice cleanse!"

Gina? You okay?

Oh. Uh, yes. Hi. I'm fine, Mom.

Well, great! Because my afternoon
just miraculously freed up,

and I'm guessing things are
still slow at the restaurant,

so you and I are going for a picnic.

Oh, I'm so sorry, but I have plans.

Walter's new friend Florence...

Met her new lover at his wife's grave?

- That one?
- Yes.

Uh, she's coming to the restaurant

to teach me some
of her family's recipes.

Her great-great-grandmother was enslaved

and wasn't allowed to read or write,

so they've been passed
down person-to-person

for generations.

And now she's gonna
pass them down to me.

Well! Sounds fun.

Well, I guess I will picnic on my own.

I haven't seen my daughter
in three weeks.

- What's one more day?
- Mom.

No, I will talk to you later.

Oka...

Hey.

Mom-induced headache aside,
how are you feeling?

Same as the last five
times you've asked.

I'm fine. But thank you.

These will do the trick.

Good.

Oh, baby, uh, will you also

change the light bulb in the hallway?

Already did, woman!

Don't you remember?

Last night, I was doing the robot

to the strobe-light effect, right?

Right, right, right.

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.

Unh! I'm out.

He's awake.

Who's making breakfast? Not it!

I feel like we're lying to him.

It's not for much longer.

Just until we get
back from his therapist.

Hey, Gary.

Liam! My man! Double elbow.

Just like they do it in Europe.

Hey, before we go,
why don't you run upstairs

and grab Danny's
"Dungeons & Dragons" stuff?

Theo's never played, which means we can

totally elf him up.

Cool. I'll go get it.

- Hi.
- Ooh!

Oh. I thought we'd double
elbow bump, but okay.

Sorry we're late.

Steven insisted on
checking my tire pressure.

I hope that's not a euphemism.

It's not, but you should know

that he also looked under my hood.

Steven.

So, you ready for today?

Ready to babysit our friend's kid

while they go see his therapist
to figure out the best way

to tell him they're getting a divorce?

No. Not really.

You remember the day that
your parents told you?

Yeah. One of the worst days of my life.

Till Steven and I had to tell
Liam we were getting divorced.

Well, that's why we're gonna make today

as smooth as possible
for all three of them.

Which is why I gotta get this now.

- Mm.
- Oh, my God.

Just ignore me. I'm not here.

Hi, Maggie. Starting a garage band?

Ah, never too late
to pursue your dreams.

Sure isn't.

She's here to keep an eye
on Sophie while we're gone.

You got a refrigerator
fully stocked with food.

Uh, oh, and over there is
a machine from the future.

You put food in, you press a button...

30 seconds later,
you've got pizza rolls.

Or I could use some of that
green stuff called spinach

and make a... salad.

Yeah, get weird.

Just did. Okay.

♪ My name is Maggie Bloom and I'm... ♪

Ugh. Oh, that's so rough.

Oh!

Hey! Miss Out-Of-Quarantine!

Congratulations.

Thank you, thank you.

And if you're trying to
earn some money busking,

you should know the living room
doesn't get much foot traffic.

Actually, I am trying to write
a new theme song

for my podcast because
Danny told me mine sucks.

Actually, what he said
was it would be fine

for an ASMR podcast because
it makes his skin crawl.

- Ouch.
- Yeah.

I feel like he's meaner
since his voice changed.

Um, this is what I have so far.

♪ Thank you for calling in ♪

♪ Maggie Bloom is back again ♪

♪ She's qualified to give advice ♪

♪ If you wanna hear ♪

- Wow.
- ♪ And if you've got a problem ♪

♪ And you called everyone you knew-ew ♪

♪ You would see your best
advice would be from me ♪

Yeah. ♪ This is as far as I got ♪

♪ Thank you for calling in ♪

Isn't that just an old TV theme song?

Yeah, that's what hooks you in.

You got anything original?

Um, no.

If only I had a skilled
singer-songwriter

I could talk to about this.

Ah, alright. Look.

I know what you're doing,
and it's not subtle.

But is it effective?

As I told my mom and Gary,
I'm taking an artistic break.

Okay. That's fair enough.

Um, but I actually...
I do need a new theme song.

So would you at least be my audience?

Listen, Walter's my father-in-law,

so I don't want to know
how it was or what it was

or any of the wases except if it was.

Oh, it was.

And let's just say one
condom wasn't gonna cut it.

Mnh! Mnh-mnh!

Now, this is the way
my Great-Aunt Olive used to do it.

One time, she lost her onyx earring,

and we turned that whole house
upside down trying to find it.

It wasn't until hours later
when we tucked into her biscuits

that Uncle Myron bit into it.

So now we hide a single black
bean in the biscuit dough,

and whoever gets it doesn't
have to do the dishes.

I love that.

- I have some right over here.
- Hmm.

And I hate doing dishes.

No, no, no. Honey,
the biscuit dough is over here.

Of course. Sorry.

I just thought we could
channel Great-Aunt Olive

in the pot pies, as well.

Like I said, I hate doing dishes.

Gina! I'm here!

Who's that?

It's, uh, my mom.

- Did you know she was coming?
- Mnh-mnh, no.

But I should have.

Okay. I'll be right back.

- Hi, Mom.
- Oh!

Hi! What are you doing here?

Can't a worried mother
check in on her daughter?

And, sweetheart, I admire your courage,

but do you really think
that's a good idea?

- What?
- Well, you remember Marisha Powell...

Only tips in change?

She had a BLM poster in
the window of her salon,

and someone smashed it.

Well, I worry,
especially after you got hurt.

It's like putting a target on your back.

- I already have a target on my back...
- Well...

which is why it needs to stay up.

Mom, I told you I had plans today.

I-I know, but I just thought that I...

Uh... Hi.

I'm Florence. You must be,
uh, Gina's mom.

- Oh.
- Yes. Oh. Shelly.

You must be Walter's... special friend.

Oh, sorry.

Regina's told me all about your recipes

and this little cooking
class you're doing.

I just... It is so neat.

W-Well, i-it's not really a class

so much as a chance for me to spill tea

about my family members

with an audience endeared only to me.

Okay. Gossip.

Now you are talking my game.

- Oh!
- Yeah, Mom.

Oh!

But, actually, our dough
is just about ready,

- so...
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah.
- Oh, oh!

Okay. I'm... I'm...
I'm... You know what?

I would just be in the way.

No, no, no!
We're just getting to the good part.

Shelly, how skilled are you
at cutting biscuits?

As good as I am at gossip, so...

Okay! Well, then...
come with me, young lady.

- We'll do this. Let's just do this.
- So we're breaking the rules.

Yes, we are.

Where you going?

Downtown Crossing.

Black Lives Matter protestors
are getting together,

and I want to be there.

It's Wednesday.
Aren't you supposed to be in class?

They can't make that mandatory

because not everyone has Internet.

Well, your history teacher
sure seems to have a connection

'cause he just sent me an e-mail saying
that you skipped a test last week.

You care to explain?

That test is based on a history book

that whitewashes this country,

ignoring all the terrible
things it's responsible for.

Not taking it is my own act of protest.

I don't think he got the message.

He's dropping your grade
from an A to a B.

Whatever. Teach us some real history,

and I'll pass that thing
with flying colors.

Look, Tyrell, I know
you care about the movement.

So do I. But schoolwork first.

And then someday maybe you
get to write the textbook.

- But...
- Ah! My house, my rules.

And I just became my dad.

The side of him that was right.

Thanks again for doing this.

Alright. Theo and Liam are all set.

Tried to get them to play video games,

but they insisted on
discussing the ongoing tensions

in the Middle East.

Boys'll be boys, huh?

Now, remember,
Theo thinks we're going to the doctor.

Which is technically
true. Susan is a PhD.

Right. And if he asks why
you're going to the doctor,

I'll just say, "Hey,
Dad needs another butt lift."

You two go to your session.

And, uh, don't worry
about anything, okay?

We've got this.

Okay. We'll be a couple hours.

It was funny.
It was just not the right time.

I understand.

You two have fun.

Is what an idiot would say.

♪ It's Maggie Bloom ♪

♪ Here to chat ♪

♪ She's a licensed therapist ♪

♪ Who's... ♪

♪ Phat, like a P-H and
then a D, degree ♪

Oh, my God. Okay, alright, fine!

You... I cannot stand this anymore.

You're literally killing me, so...

Uh, what, your podcast is
called "Living Bloom," right?

I take it you're not a subscriber.

Okay.

♪ It's Maggie Bloom, here to chat ♪

♪ Advice for all, how 'bout that? ♪

♪ So call in and
she'll talk it through ♪

♪ She's a licensed therapist ♪

♪ It's "Living Bloom" ♪

♪ "Living Bloom" ♪

♪ It's "Living Bloom" ♪

♪ "Living Bloom" ♪

I don't know how you do it!
It's so good!

You have "Pokémon Sword"
and"Pokémon Shield"?

Yeah. You can borrow them if you want.

Really? Thanks.

Aw, man, you have so many
more games than I do.

Don't worry. You'll catch up.

- What do you mean?
- You'll see.

Two Christmases, two birthdays.

Parents feel bad,
so they try to make it up to you.

Why would they feel bad?

I, uh, heard my mom and Gary talking.

Talking about what?

Alright, we got grilled cheese,
Theo's favorite.

We're gonna wash it down
with triple chocolate fudge milkshakes.

Kid'll be in a sugar coma by
the time Mom and Dad get home.

It'll soften the blow.

What are you laughing at?

Oh, Steven sent me a Google Memory.

Oh, really? You two have
been talking a lot.

It was from the first time we
took Liam to the petting zoo.

He was a little guy, maybe 5.

I really wanted to get a shot
of him petting this goat,

and he was terrified,
but I talked him into it.

And no sooner did I get
the shot perfectly framed

when Mr. Goat hip-checks
the poor kid and he goes flying.

- Whoa!
- So I run after him,

and he's got dirt all over
and hay in his hair.

And I go to scoop him up,
and he says, "Not you! Daddy."

Ouch.

But everybody loves Steven.

What does that mean?

Nothing.

Alright. He's been
coming up a lot lately.

Where you guys at?

Where are we at?

We're at a place where we're
raising a kid together.

Uh-huh. Is that it?

Wait. Okay.

So your ex-girlfriend can
pop by whenever she wants,

like the wacky neighbor
on a '70s sitcom,

and you're the one who's jealous?

- Well, when you put it like that...
- Uncle Gary?

Are my mom and dad getting divorced?

When you tell Theo,
try your best to be a united front.

He needs to know that even
though his mom and dad

are getting divorced,
he's still protected,

that you both think
he's worth protecting.

That's exactly what I want,
to protect my son.

That's what we both want.

Your marriage may be ending,

but your relationship is not over.

You're still going to be Theo's parents

and you're still going
to have to work together.

I'm sorry. It's, uh...
It's my friend who's watching Theo.

Uh...

Hey, Darce. Is everything okay?

So, why does your family
call it weeping walnut cake?

Well, my granddaddy had a hard life,

but I never heard him complain

and I never saw him cry except once...

When he took a bite of that cake.

It was so damn good,
it brought a tear to his eye.

You know,
we have our own family recipes.

I-I mean, they don't have
such an interesting history,

- coming from slaves.
- It's "the enslaved," Mom.

- That's what I said.
- No, what you said was...

That's wonderful, Shelly.

Recipes that bond generations
are always a gift.

Now, please, pass me that whisk.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Here you go.

Oh, uh, what if we add, like,
a little hi-hat underneath?

Like a "ts-ts-ts-ts-ts-ts-ts."

Yeah! Oh, that's genius!

Okay, uh, let's, uh, do this take,

and then we'll do it on the next one.

- Okay.
- So, from the top.

Got it.

♪ It's Maggie Bloom, here to chat ♪

♪ Advice for all, how 'bout that? ♪

♪ So call in ♪

- ♪ And we'll... ♪
- Oh, I-I got it.

Here, you just record
that beat to layer under.

Okay. Beats. Makin' dope beats.

Hi.

J-Jake. Hi. Uh...

Uh, no, these... these aren't,
like, those kind of flowers.

Um, I'm actually seeing someone.

Oh! Okay.

I just came by because
I felt bad about what happened.

You mean with us?

N-No.

Danny told me about your guitar teacher.

I'm so sorry. I... I didn't realize.

Oh, you noticed that?

You told Jake what happened?!

Milo, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Jake was just here.
With... friendship flowers.

What, you told him about Peter?!

I didn't really. I just...
I went to get your favorite soup

at Someday and I ran into him.

And he seemed upset
at you for ghosting him,

and that wasn't fair,
so I was just defending you.

But I didn't...
I-I didn't get into the details.

I just told him something happened

and that Peter was a bad guy.

And you didn't think he could
maybe put that together?

Hearing it now, I do.

Hey. Is everything okay?

Not anymore.

Hey. There's some salad downstairs.

Or pizza rolls, if you prefer
to order off the Gary menu.

Not hungry.

What's this?

Look, it was a mistake
coming back from France.

I mean, t-the only time I've
felt anything close to normal

since being home was
playing music with you.

But then Jake showed up,
and it just brought everything back.

You know, Danny feels terrible.

He knows that it's your story
to tell, not his.

Yeah, but that's the thing.

I mean, what's upsetting me
most is that I haven't been able

to tell any of my friends what happened.

I ghosted Jake. I lied to Tennille.

Why do you think that is?

Because I don't even
know what to tell them.

I ran off to France because
my guitar teacher... what?

I mean, he didn't...
He didn't touch me that way.

He didn't... physically hurt me.

But he did hurt you.

But I don't even know what to call it.

What do I call it?
None of the labels fit.

Well, that doesn't make what
happened to you any less real.

Okay? Nobody else gets
to define this for you.

Only you can define it for yourself.

And you will know what
to say when you're ready.

Thank you.

I am so sorry.

- Where is he?
- He's in his room.

He won't talk to me,
and he won't come down.

Katherine, wait. Let's...

Well, so much for a united front.

Okay. Come on.

What? What are you doing?

You're not missing this.

- Do you need my help?
- No, we got it.

How can I help?

Honestly?

You could lay off the waffles

in case we ever have to do this again.

Two more.

Ready?

Ah!

Hey, T.

Mom.

Is Dad here?

- Yes. He's downstairs...
- I'm right here, bud.

Dad.

Oh, buddy. It's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah.

- I love you.
- Love you, too.

We both do.

Okay.

- Let's talk.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Hello?

Hi. This is the attendance
office at Elmdale High.

We're calling because Tyrell Epps

didn't log in to his Zoom classes today.

He didn't?

Mr. Howard, we pride ourselves

on meeting our students'
individual needs,

but if they don't attend,

there's very little
we can do about that.

I appreciate you letting me know.

I'll be sure to talk to him.

Thank you.

- This is so much fun.
- Aww!

Regina, we should add
this to our own family recipes.

Yeah, we should.

So... It would be this and
milk over flakes of corn.

Oh. We have recipes.

My famous lasagna.

The one from the box of noodles?

That you accidentally put salsa in

instead of tomato sauce that one time?

Clearly, Regina doesn't get
her skills from me.

Mnh. Mom, I'm just kidding.

Never in a million years
did I think that Regina

would try to make
a career out of cooking.

And it's been so hard.

I mean, even without a pandemic.

But you know what
industry is taking off?

California Closets.

Oh, everyone wants one.

Oh, my... Honey,
you would be great at that.

- Great at what?
- Selling closets.

You know my friend
Janice... No eyelashes?

She's been selling them for a year
and just bought a Lexus.

What are you trying to say?

Smells like the corn
pudding's almost done.

Just saying that with everything

that is going on in the world right now,

there's no shame in facing reality.

Someday has been struggling for a while,

and this virus isn't
going away anytime soon.

Just saying, it's good to have a plan B.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

I am not gonna give up my actual
lifelong dream for closets.

I am not gonna take the BLM
poster out of the window,

and I am not gonna do any of
the things that you want me to do.

I wish you would stop criticizing me

and just be supportive of me
for once the way Florence...

Okay!

Time for some corn pudding!

Oh. Oh, no.

Ooh.

I think somebody put baking
soda in this by mistake.

Well... I guess I
can't do anything right.

You know what? Um, I...

will leave you two pros to it.

Mom.

I'm sorry about all of that.

This is not the afternoon I had in mind.

It's just my mom is so...

She's your mother.

That's what she is.

These recipes are important
because of family.

They're not more important than family.

Nothing is.

Mom, wait. Please don't go.

No, I-I'm just in the way.

I'm sorry for snapping at you.

No. Florence seems like she has
everything you want in a mother.

She's smart, she loves cooking,
has this history, and she's...

You can say it.

- She's Black.
- Yeah.

Which means I-I can't compete.

It's not a competition.

You know, there was a time
when I was the "woke" one.

If only by virtue of
who I fell in love with.

But now it seems like
everything I say or do is wrong.

When all I've ever wanted

was for you to love who
you are and to be safe.

Sometimes you wanting me to be safe

keeps me from loving who I am.

Does that make sense?

I just wish that
you were still that little...

enthusiastic 6-year-old
little girl in French braids.

You needed me.

And believe it or not,
we made a great team.

You know that lasagna recipe on...
on the side of the box?

I first made that at a time

when you would only eat plain toast.

And I was like, "Hallelujah!"

I finally found something you loved.

I just wanted to be
the best mom I could be for you.

Honey, it is all I have ever wanted.

I didn't know that story.

You know what?

I think we can be a great team again.

We just both need to...

give each other more
freedom to be ourselves.

To make mistakes.

I would love that.

Will you please stay?

We got a lot of food in there.

We're gonna need help eating it.

Now, that is something I can help with.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How was the protest?

You said "go to class."
I never said I would.

Hey, don't play me like that.

My job is to take care of you,
and in order to do that,

I have to know that you're gonna be
where you say you're going to be.

- You mean where you say I'm gonna be.
- Damn straight.

Well, I'm sorry,
but what's going on in class right now

isn't as important as
what's going on out there.

Okay, well, let's talk about
what's going on right here.

You're disrespecting me.
And now I have to ground you.

Ground me? Who cares?
The whole world's been grounded.

Well, then I'll come up
with something else.

And you're not gonna like it.
Trust me on that.

Do what you gotta do.

But just so you know...

I wasn't there to protest.

I was there to film what was happening.

I saw Regina's head hit
the pavement that day.

I saw the cop that shoved her.

It all happened right in front of me,

and I did nothing
because I was too scared.

Hey. You did exactly
what I asked you to do.

You got home.

And you made sure that she got home.

No, but that's not enough.

People are saying the
protestors are the problem,

but, no, it's the cops!

I'm not gonna let
them rewrite the story.

This is what happened today.

It was gonna be a rough day
no matter what happened.

Yeah.

You're right.

Divorce sucks.

Yes, it does.

I'm sorry about being weird earlier.

About you and Steven. That was dumb.

He's always gonna be in my life.

But as the father of my son.
And that's all that is.

Right.

Would it help if I told you

all the things that
annoyed me about him?

Yes, please. And don't make it
like an interview

where they ask about
your weaknesses and you say,

"Oh, I work too much."

- No, give me the real stuff.
- Okay.

Okay. Let's talk back hair.

I had to clean that drain twice a week.

- No.
- Yep.

Seriously,
it was like a built-in sweater.

This is what I'm talking about.

And Steven would not have
had the upper-body strength

to pull his friend up the stairs.

Yeah. That was pretty... damn sexy.

Thank you for saying that.

I may require an extensive
back rub later.

Ahh!

Once I've had time to wax, of course.

Of course.

Mm.

I don't understand.

I thought you loved each other.

T, remember when
we took you to see Susan?

And we talked about how
you deserve to be happy?

I realized that I hadn't done a good job

of showing you how to do that.

Well, your dad and I

have tried to be happy together

for a long time.

But we realized that we might
be happier not being married.

Well...

I want you to be happy.

And even though some things
are gonna be different...

your mom is always gonna be your mom...

and I am always gonna be your dad.

Nothing can change that.

Who am I gonna live with?

Well, you're gonna live part
of the time with your mom

and you're gonna live part-time...

Give us a chance to talk about it.

We'll let you know what we figure out.

So... what are we gonna do now?

What do you want to do?

Can we just cuddle?

Of course we can.

Yeah.

Yes?

Hi, Dr. Reeves.

I'm Sophie Dixon.
I don't know if you remember me.

Yes, I remember.

You walked out of your own audition.

Yeah.

I actually came to apologize.

I worked really hard to prepare for it,

and bailing out like
that was not who I am.

There was just...

There were other things going on,
and I just...

Well, I, uh... I didn't know

if it might be possible
to audition again.

Well, here's the thing.

At MMI, that saying
"the show must go on"...

It actually means something.

But thank you for coming by.
Have a good day.

The truth is...

I was assaulted.

Just two days before my audition.

And I tried to push through.

I was trying to have the show go on,
but I just couldn't.

So I understand that you
can't let me audition again,

but I can't leave with you thinking

that music just isn't important to me,
because it's...

It's everything.

Sophie, wait.

I am very sorry to hear
what happened to you.

Keep practicing.

I hope to see you audition next year.

You know, I remember
when Peter called me

to give you a glowing recommendation.

Every year, there's a student
that stands out to him.

Last year, it was Layla Gregory.

She studied with him for years.

One of our finest.
Brilliant on the cello.

Well, that title goes to Gregory.

He's a prodigy, really.
So brilliant on the cello.

No, no, no, no, no, no. No apologies.

This is all part of the exercise.

It was the exact same way with Gregory.

Layla Gregory.

Um, is... is she at MMI now?
I'd love to talk to her.

Oh.

Sweetie, unfortunately,
she died six months ago.

That's terrible.

Yeah.

We were all shocked.

She always seemed so happy.

Katherine.

Wait.

What you said in there...

When Theo wanted to know
where he was gonna live,

what did you mean by
"we'll figure that out"?

Eddie, we just told
our son we're getting divorced.

Can we not do this right now?

I'll tell Gary that
you're ready for him.

What's all this?

Oh, I figured out your punishment.

You're gonna be my A.D.

Yeah, I don't know what that is,

but I'm pretty sure
I'd rather be grounded.

It's Assistant Director.

That video you shot...

Your camera work is shoddy.
Your angles are a mess.

You have no sense of how
to use the natural light.

But you are right about one thing...

There is a story that needs to be told.

I got your history teacher to
agree to an independent study

for extra credit, so what do you say?

You want to make a documentary?

You were wrong about my punishment.

You said I wasn't gonna like it.

Wait till you see what
you've got to carry around.

I know what you're gonna say,

and you have every right to be mad.

No. I'm just...

I just never wanted to be the one

to break Theo's heart.

Oh, honey, come here.

Okay. That's one.

This could be a... a good side
hustle on the weekends.

- Yeah?
- Maybe I could hit... ugh!

All the nursing homes...
and, after a couple months...

I'll have those big
Popeye-size forearms.

Ah!

Whew! Huh?

That was the hardest
thing I've ever done.

I know, man. I know.

I'm so sorry. I, uh...

I didn't make it any easier on you.

No. It's not just that.

I don't think Katherine's
gonna give me joint custody.

Here, wait. At the bottom.

I found the bean!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, my goodness!

- Shelly!
- I can't believe I got the bean!

And, Gina, I should probably tell you

that I don't do dishes.

I wouldn't even think of it.

Thank you.

We need more wine.

I think that Florence is about to, uh,

dish about her sexcapades with Walter.

What is it?

I'm the one who put baking soda

in the corn pudding instead of the salt.

Oh, honey, I get it.

You're trying to make me feel better.
But it's okay.

No, the... the can is right here.
I was here.

It was me.

And it's not just that.

A lot of things have
been happening lately.

Mom.

Something's wrong with me.

It's okay. Come here. Oh, honey.

We will figure this out.

I promise.

Hey.

Um, I came to say
I'm really sorry, Sophie.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not.

I realize now how wrong that was.

I guess it's just...

what that guy did to you...

What's going on?

I...

I don't think I'm the only one.

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