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So, my family's lived in
Wendover for almost 300 years.

The town was settled in
1629 as a fishing village.

Clamming and
shipbuilding followed.

Of course, those
industries are long gone.

But we still have the beaches
and the breezes and the salt air.

Wendover has never
lost its appeal.

Because we've got the best damn
views on the North Shore of Boston.

It's so beautiful.

I feel like I'm cheating...

showing you this house with
this view on a day like today.

I wouldn't change a thing.

Except for the price.

Wait till you see the
root cellar, Robert.

It's gonna knock your socks off.

"Root cellar"? I've always
wanted one of those.

You have?

The Sandersons are living
in a two-bedroom condo

in Swampscott.

They can't afford this place.

I know it, they know it.

But I'm giving
them an education,

and this is how
it always begins.

With denial.

- I don't want to bug her.
- Ask her to call back.

I don"t think they'll come
down much on the asking price.

The good news is it's not the
only house for sale in Wendover.

So, this is Wendover Crossing,

our version of downtown.

I love it here.

We will find you
the right house.

Buying a house that's out of
reach is a recipe for misery.

I should know.

I bought a house I
could almost afford.

And if everything had gone
according to plan, I'd be fine.

That's not what happened.

That's the Dwight house.

Just two miles from
Hathaway Elementary,

which is an excellent
public school.

It's so adorable.

Well, I can't get
you in there today,

but I think it could
be a really good fit.

It wouldn't be the full tour

without showing
you Wendover Rise.

You can see the tidal marshes.

Excellent clamming still.

What is that house?

I sold that a year ago
to the McAllisters.

Lovely couple from Boston.

He runs a hedge fund.

Gorgeous property. 20 acres.

They did a big renovation
and just recently moved in.

It looks pricey.

- It was.
- Mmm.

Is that Rebecca?

Hi, Rebecca!

Hope we didn't startle you.

Oh.

Rebecca, Lisa and Rob Sanderson.

They're thinking of
moving from Swampscott.

Oh. Well, Wendover
is a special place.

I ride my horse every day. There
are so many beautiful trails.

I'm dying to see what
you've done with the house.

I'll bring a casserole.

I would really,
really love that.

It"s chilly outside, dear.

Do me a favor and
put on a sweater.

- Oh.
- And a hat.

- Some leggings.
- Yes.

Sometimes I get carried away. I
don't really think things through.

- All right.
- Take care, Rebecca.

Hello, Kendall.

Any calls?

No, and I've texted
him, like, 20 times.

I meant, did I get any calls?

I don't think so.

It's a yes or no question, dear.

No.

Okay.

Oh, I forgot, um,
your daughter called.

Which one? Tess or Emily?

Um...

I'll figure it out.

Yikes, Mom, is everything
okay with your new assistant?

I'm doing her mother a favor.

Kendall's on a gap year.

She didn't get into
any of her top schools,

and her boyfriend's at Cornell.

Poor thing. Have
some sympathy.

Oh, please.

I worked my way through UMass,

and I'm the top broker
on the North Shore.

Or at least I was until...

So, I'm calling because my bummer
landlord is raising the rent.

Your apartment is criminally
overpriced as it is.

I know, but it's a
good deal for Brooklyn.

All right. Email
me the amount.

Just make sure they
fix the toilet, okay?

You're the best, Mom. I
really, really appreciate it.

I'm happy I can help,

and I'm hoping I won't
have to help forever.

Me too. But I'm trying to
build a career as an artist,

and I need to be in New York.

Do you think I'm excited
to ask you for money?

No. I'm sure it's very hard.

It is hard. It's embarrassing.

But I hope you know, all my roommates
get help from their parents too,

and we all feel like
losers. I mean...

Well, chin up, sweetheart,
and let's talk soon, okay?

Bye.

God.

I need a good year.

- Tess.
- Hi, Mom.

How are you?

I'm so sorry, but
Lottie is sick.

We don't need you
to babysit tomorrow.

Poor baby. What's
wrong with her?

Hand, foot and mouth.

My tongue hurts, Mommy.

Well, I'm not afraid of
any hand, foot and mouth.

It seems pretty miserable.
Thank God for Popsicles.

Oh. I gotta go, Tess.

Let me know if you change your
mind, okay? I'm here if you need me.

-Thanks, Mom. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye.
-Bye.

Frank, I've been
calling you for days.

Hey, Hildy.

Remember this one?

♪ ...name? Who's your daddy? ♪

Do you ever answer your phone?

No.

Well, there's a
lawyer from Boston

who's very interested
in your waterfront lot.

- What for?
- What do you think he wants it for?

It's one of the best
lots left in Wendover.

I could get you a wicked
good price for it.

"Wicked"?

You're talking townie to me.

You're a businessman, Frank.
Don't you wanna make money?

Not as much as you do.

Don't you wanna find out
what he's willing to pay?

You'll lose your access
to Getchell Cove.

I have plenty of coastline
to avail myself of.

"Avail." Where you
heading in that getup?

I'm going to Wendy
Heatherton's party,

not that it's any
of your business.

The butcher's daughter's
gone fancy-pants.

Yeah, and Frankie Getchell
still can't carry a tune.

Never could, never will.

Let me know if you
change your mind.

I answer my phone.

♪ Hildy answers her phone! ♪

I used to love going to parties.

But that was before the ambush.

So many cars out
there, I had to park...

I should have turned
around and run.

Where"s my little Lottie-Lou?

- In here, Mom.
- I want my Lottie time

before Grandma Nancy swoops in.

What's going on?

- Is Lottie all right?
- Yeah, she's fine, Mom.

- She's right here.
- Oh.

Is it my birthday?

Mom, come sit down.

Yes, dear.

Let me introduce everyone first.

This is my eldest
daughter, Tess,

and her husband, Michael.

This is Lottie,

my granddaughter, my imp.

Yes, I know.

I babysit her whenever I
can. Don't I, sweetheart?

This is their lovely
house in Beverly,

which I happily financed.

This is my younger
daughter, Emily.

She's a little dramatic.

Emily drove all the way up
from New York City for this.

Isn't that thoughtful?

This is my ex-husband Scott,
to whom I pay alimony,

even though he left me for a
man after 22 years of marriage.

That's Wendy Heatherton.

This is 18 months ago when
she still worked for me,

before raiding my Rolodex
and stealing all my clients.

And I didn't know
who this person was.

I'm Joyce, Hildy.

Would you like to have a seat?

We have people here who love you

and have some things they'd like
to say to you if you'll listen.

I"m gonna go put Lottie to bed.

Okay.

What a good girl.

Well, if we're really gonna
do this, I need a drink.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- Mom!
- You've hit the whole point.

Kidding.

It was my graduation.
It was my party.

And I spent the whole night

terrified that you'd drink too much
and dance with all of my friends,

which is exactly what you did.

Well, since when
is dancing a crime?

If it were, your father and I would
have been thrown in jail in college.

We drank too much in college.

Last Thanksgiving, you passed out
in front of Michael's parents.

It's called napping.

You know I was going,
going, going all week.

I had to make two dozen little
pumpkins stuffed with corn pudding.

Then there was the DUI.

I tapped the car.

I tapped it. There was no
damage, no one was hurt.

It just happened to be
that idiot state trooper.

You were drinking and driving.

Sweetheart, do you
think I was the only one

who drove home from
Mamie's that night?

Are you gonna go off to all
their houses after this?

Hildy,

the first step is admitting
you have a problem.

I was one of the top 50 business
owners in all of Massachusetts.

Does that sound like
a problem to you?

Stop, Mom. Just stop!

The clients are
asking questions.

I'm sorry, Mom,

but if you don't get help, Michael and I
can't leave you alone with Lottie anymore.

I can take you tonight, Hildy.

So I let them send me away.

All I could think was it was too
bad the girls never met my mother,

because then they'd know what
a real alcoholic looks like.

Hildy Good!

- Peter.
- Hey.

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

And, Elise, we haven't
seen you in a while.

Well, I do what I can to
avoid these kinds of things.

Love the new glasses.

They're not new.

Rebecca McAllister,
Peter and Elise Newbold.

- Peter grew up here, but now they're in Cambridge.
- Hi.

Yeah, we come up every weekend.

Rebecca's from Boston.

Via Brazil. I grew up all
over the world, actually.

I met my husband on a plane.

- Here he is.
- Hey there, Hildy.

- Brian, how are you?
- Thirsty as shit.

Hildy and I used to
babysit Dr. Newbold.

Mamie Lang, one of
my oldest friends.

We haven't been seeing
much of each other lately.

You should have seen him skipping
around in these little short pants.

- Good grief!
- I was eight.

Peter is our resident
psychiatrist.

Well, I spend most of
the week at McLean,

and then I practice up
here a couple days a week.

Wendover keeps him very busy.

The worried well.

Hildy, Carl and I are so glad

you could join us at
our little soiree.

Uh-oh!

Got the two real
estate queens here.

This town big enough
for the both of them?

Shall we say, uh,
pistols at dawn?

I like to sleep in.

Aren't the McAllisters a
wonderful addition to Wendover?

- Delightful.
- Mmm.

How are you doing?

I think I'm doing just fine.

Carl, the servers
aren't circulating.

Say something.

I'm just so proud of you, Hildy.

So, so proud.

I get a bit too much
of that these days.

It's true! Brian thinks I can
destroy things with my mind.

No, it's her body chemistry

or static electricity
or something,

but every time I buy her a
watch, the thing stops working.

Rolex, Cartier, doesn't matter.

Brian thinks I'm a witch.

I think maybe your wife just
has bad luck with watches.

You know who's a witch?

- Oh.
- I knew I liked you for a reason.

Her great-great-great...

Eight generations.

My ancestor, Sarah Good,

was one of the first
accused witches in Salem.

Hildy can read minds.

Can you please
read Brian's mind?

I'm sure there's more in
there than just numbers.

I think she gives
me too much credit.

Do it, Hildy.

All right, but only if you
promise not to hang me.

Brian,

give me your hand.

Mmm.

Now...

I'm gonna ask you to think about something
that happened in your past, a memory.

I'll present you
with a few questions.

Just try not to nod or give
anything away with your eyes.

Oh, I got a killer poker face.

Now just look at me,

try not to blink, don't nod,

and think about...

Oh.

It's a happy memory.
It's from your childhood.

No.

- Don't nod.
- I didn't nod.

- I didn't see him nod.
- He nodded with his eyes.

It wasn't a regular day.

It was a special day.
It was Christmas.

No, it wasn't
Christmas. It was...

It was your birthday.

You're good.

Stop helping me.

It was when you
were still a child.

You were nine?

No.

I believe you were ten.

It was something you
were given, a gift.

Try to remember where you
were when you first saw it.

You weren't in the house.

You were outside.

You were led outside and you saw

the yellow bicycle your parents
gave you for your tenth birthday.

Holy crap.

It happens every time.
It gives me chills.

That is... That is freaky.

That's not even a
major memory for me.

She told you to think of it.

Didn't you, Hildy?

Brilliantly, by the way.

Do you mind if I try to
deconstruct what you just did?

Be my guest.

Okay, so,

first thing I noticed was
some suggestive things.

You said, um, "I'm going to
present you with some questions."

Present.

Uh, and then you
said several times,

"Don't give anything
away." "Give me your hand."

So, you suggested that he recall
a memory of a present or a gift.

I must be very clever.

And then it was a classic
cold reading from there.

There's more to it.

I've seen it too many times.

Well, cheers to you, Hildy Good.

To the witches of Wendover.

To Hildy!

Hello, girls.

Hello, my beautiful
bitches. How are you?

♪ Many sights to see ♪

♪ And when I look
in my window ♪

♪ So many different
people To be ♪

♪ You've got to pick
up Every stitch ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Must be the season
Of the witch ♪

My daughters know perfectly well that
I have never had a drink before 5:00.

Never.

Alcoholics drink during the day.

They binge drink.

They drink alone.

I never drank alone...

before rehab.

I was born three drinks
short of comfortable.

That's all.

Girls, this merlot is divine.

Scott always said I should
stop after my third drink.

That's when you start
to get out of control.

What are you talking about?

Three drinks is when I
start to feel in control.

♪ You've got to pick
up Every stitch, yeah ♪

Who wants to go for a swim?

Do you want to go? Do
you want to go, huh?

Yes, yes, we're gonna go.

Go, go, go. Come on.

♪ Must be the season
Of the witch, yeah ♪

They'd think this was
sad, my daughters.

But I'm happy.

All right. Come on.

Yes. What a good puppy.

No, no, no!

-Come on, Jake. Jake, it's okay, honey.
-No, no, no!

No, no, no!

- Patch!
- No, no, no!

- Jake, honey.
- Jake.

- Jake, Jake. Jake.
- He's having a total meltdown.

- No! No! No!
- No, Jake, Jake, Jake. Stop.

It's okay.

It's okay. Okay?

Wanna go watch a show?

Yeah?

I saw this and thought of Jake.

- Hey, Hildy.
- Hey, Patch.

Hey, Cassie.

Thank you.

God.

We, uh...

We had to move the
locks up last week

because Jake got out.

Took us two hours to find him.

Turns out he was in Bob Crandall's
yard just staring at a backhoe.

- I have good news.
- Yeah?

I have some potential buyers.

The fixer-upper
angle isn't working.

House has great curb appeal,

but inside we need some TLC.

Well, I'd love to, but Patch
is already working three jobs.

- He doesn't have the time.
- That's why I wanna call Frank Getchell.

Getchell? We can't afford
one of Frank's crews.

I would pay Frankie myself.

No, Hildy, I'm not
taking your money.

Cassie, I need to sell this
house as much as you do.

You can pay me
back when we close.

Now,

what do you think is
under that carpet?

Disgusting stains.
I don't know, Hildy.

Huh.

Oh and two the count.
Swing and a miss.

Lambert notches another K.

A good slider,
and it's one away.

- The Sox's season is...
- Hey, Hildy.

What happened, did you
take the wrong driveway?

I would've called, but we've
established you don't answer your phone.

Recovered from last night?

Last night...

Whoo-hoo!

Pretty cold for a midnight dip.

Good night, Hil.

Oh, Frank. You scared
the shit out of me.

What are you doing here?

Fishing. Or trying to.

You were spying on me.

I came here for peace and quiet.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

Instead, I got an eyeful.

Bring back any happy memories?

- You look good, Hil.
- Oh, Frankie.

Thanks for the show.

Whoo!

Water's warmest this time of
year, Frank. You know that.

- Water was 58 last night.
- Listen,

I need work done
at the Dwights'.

Drywall needs patching,

whole place needs paint,
pull up the old carpet.

I got all my guys on a job
over in Manchester this week.

All your guys?

Yep. Big job.

Some hotshot biotech guy

decided he wanted to
move his swimming pool.

The Dwights are
moving to Newton.

They found a good school there for Jake,
but they have to sell their house first.

Sorry. Bad timing.

Forget I asked.

I'll see who else I can get.

Hildy.

I'll drive over there
later, see what they need.

I can probably spare
one or two guys.

Well, that would be wonderful.

Patch and Cassie can
really use the help.

Biotech guy's a real jackass.

Swimming pool looked
fine where it was.

Must be nice to be that rich.

Look like you're doing
all right, Hildy.

So, I'll see you on the beach?

I'll be the guy in the parka.

Come on. Those are my clients.

- Hey, Kendall. Is Hildy around?
- I don't, uh...

Uh, Peter Newbold
is here to see you.

Do you want me to
get rid of him?

Uh, no, Kendall. Thank you.

Peter, come in.

Is now a bad time?

Not at all. What
can I do for you?

Well... you might need
a new tenant upstairs.

I'm up for a big job
in San Francisco.

Long way from Wendover.

Could be nice to practice
medicine somewhere

where no one's ever
seen me in lederhosen.

Your legs were like
two little toothpicks.

Um, does that mean you and Elise
would be selling the house?

Um, yeah, if I got the position.

Yeah. Well, I'm
happy to take a look.

Give you an idea
of what it's worth.

I remember your father sitting
right up here. His perch.

He could be pretty intimidating.

Hmm.

- Yeah, his patients loved him.
- Mmm.

I can walk through a house once

and know more
about its occupants

than a psychiatrist like Peter
could in a year of sessions.

I like a house that
looks lived in.

General wear and tear
is a healthy sign.

A house that's too clean speaks
as much to me of domestic discord

as a house in complete disarray.

Alcoholics, hoarders, binge
eaters, depressives. You name it.

I could see it all in the
worn edges of their nests.

I'll run some comps.

Okay. Just so you know, I'm not
really talking about this to anyone.

I won't tell a soul.
Not even the ghosts.

Thanks, Hildy.

It's one of the sad truths
about being a Realtor.

Divorce is good for business.

Look at this, though.

I'm gonna put all
kinds of strange things

in the cup.

- There you go.
- I wish your mom

had been around to play
with us when we were little.

My mom didn't do this stuff.

Well, she was obviously
clinically depressed.

No one ever used those words
when we were growing up.

Come on, Mom. Why do you
refuse to talk about it?

I'm talking about it.

You know, it's just what it was.

If Mom was in a mood,
we went outside.

That's what kids did back then.

Right. The good old days.

Well, I turned out fine.

Hey. So, uh,

what's she doing here and not
at the Anhawan Beach Club, huh?

Oh.

I"m sure she wants
to meet some people.

Well, she didn't come say hello.

The dinosaurs can.

Rebecca.

Hi.

Have you met Cassie Dwight?

No.

Hey. I'm, uh, Patch
Dwight's wife.

He did all the
plumbing for your reno.

- Oh, yeah.
- Patch did a great job for us.

And who's this handsome boy?

- Uh, this is my son Jake.
- Hi.

We're here almost every
afternoon if it's not raining.

- You should join us.
- Oh, we would love that.

Thank you so much.

- Jake. Jake, honey. Jake.
- My truck! Mine!

-My truck!
-I'm sorry. He loves trucks.

It's okay. Why don't
we just take turns?

- No, Rebecca, don't touch...
- No, no, no...

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

♪ The wheels on the truck
Go round and round ♪

Jake is autistic.

-I didn't know. He doesn't look...
-Doesn't look what?

- Cassie, Rebecca's meeting Jake for the very first time.
- Doesn't look what?

- ♪ Round and round... ♪
- Mom, that's my truck.

I know, baby.

Mom, I want my truck.

Rebecca, I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault,
Hildy. It's not your fault.

Cassie's under a
lot of pressure.

I'm happy to come back
here with you any day.

That was awful.

- Hey!
- Hey, yourself.

Oh, sorry, Hildy.

It's coming along.
What do you think?

I think we should've
talked budget.

The sink was free.

Had a little scratch in it, so
the builders didn't want it.

It's gonna fit perfectly, and
Patch can do all the plumbing.

Fixtures will be here
tomorrow. It's gonna be good.

And the fridge?

The dishwasher?

I've always got
stuff lying around.

I thought you had all
your guys on another job.

I figured it out. No big deal.

Guess I asked the
right guy, huh?

Wait till you see the bill.

Thank you, Frank.

Yeah.

There was a time in my life I was
quite in love with Frankie Getchell.

You would've been too,
if you could've seen him.

All my friends were.

It was the summer
before college.

He taught me to sail.

He rebuilt this whole
boat by himself.

Named it after my
notorious ancestor.

Which, for him, was
pretty romantic.

Frankie was my first.

I cried all the way
to UMass that fall.

Frank went into the army,

and I met Scott.

He was oh-so dapper.

Introduced me to the world
of high-thread-count linens

and good wine.

I do miss sailing.

Seriously? A cup
of coffee is 4.50?

You know what? I'm good.

What a racket.

Hildy. How are ya?

I'm experiencing a little
bit of sticker shock

over what they're charging
for a cup of coffee.

Wicked good coffee though.

Fair trade. Organic microlots.

You can really taste
the vanilla notes.

Where'd you get four
dollars for coffee, Henry?

I drink it real slow.

Okay, Henry. Have a good one.

You too, Hildy. Take it easy.

Maybe I'll see you at
a meeting sometime.

-You know me, Henry. Never been much of a joiner.
-Hmm.

We got here early. Did a
little window-shopping.

Yeah, this place is great.

Does a top-notch chai latte.

Great foam art.

- I got the cutest owl.
- And I got a panda.

Have you read about the panda that
was born in the Providence zoo?

Terrific addition
to our town, right?

Shall we head over
to the Dwight house?

Don't work too hard, Hildy.

I won't, Henry. And I
know you won't either.

♪ The changing ♪

♪ Of sunlight to moonlight ♪

♪ Reflections of my life ♪

Screw the mug.
Tonight's special.

Tonight's a celebration.

Cheers.

♪ The greetings of people ♪

♪ In trouble ♪

♪ Reflections of my life ♪

♪ Oh, how they fill my eyes ♪

Damn it, Kendall.

This is the wrong property.

Sold that four years ago.

Now, girls, I know when
I got back from rehab

I promised I would
never ever drive

if I had even one drop
of alcohol in my system.

But I have barely had anything.

I'm totally fine,

and I will be extra careful.

So, we're good, right?

All right. High five.

See you in 20.

♪ Take me back ♪

♪ Take me back ♪

Um...

- Hildy Good.
- Hildy, Andy over at North Shore Range Rover.

- Hi, Andy.
- Yeah, hi.

I heard from Judy at the bank,

and I don't know if there's
like a snafu, maybe.

Something with your
lease payments and such?

Are you serious? My
assistant is so hopeless.

I will take care
of this right away.

Okay, good. I thought it
was something like that.

Anyway, come in soon.
The 2023s are beautiful.

Will do. See you soon.

I want your life.

I've been meaning
to have you over

since that terrible
day at the beach,

but after, I just
went in a spiral.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm better now.

I started seeing Peter Newbold.

Oh. Peter's a good man.

I'm sure he's a very
good psychiatrist.

It was always my secret plan to
convert the boathouse into a studio.

Huh.

Have you always painted?

I went to the Royal
College of Art.

Picture me with purple hair,
bangs covering my face,

smoking a cigarette, brooding.

Got a bottle of red open, but I'm
happy to open some white if you prefer.

Uh, I'm getting over a cold.

They're beautiful.
I'm so glad.

- I was afraid you might be
another rich lady with a hobby.

You're honest.

I paint from photographs.

I know that... I know that spot.

That's the... the Newbold dock.

Yes.

I've always liked you, Hildy.

- I'm so glad you came over.
- Me too.

I was really looking forward
to moving to Wendover,

then I just plummeted.

I felt so lonely. I just
couldn't find my footing.

Coming into a small
town can be hard

and I'm sure the incident with
Cassie didn't help anything.

Well, it got me to get
some help, so here I am.

Here you are.

Mmm. Hildy Good looking good!

Henry Barlow, always
in the same chair.

So, you come around
on the coffee?

- I'm meeting clients.
- Oh.

I don't know how I ever
sold a house in this town

- before overpriced soy lattes.
- Yeah.

Did you see the house

the Santorelli brothers are
building out on Gray's Point?

It's a real showplace.

- Is it close to being done?
- Oh, it's very close.

This is why you should
come to meetings.

People really spill the beans.

Hildy! I heard you
sold the Dwight place.

Yes, I did.

Good for you.

That was a tricky sale.

Excuse me, I'm meeting
clients from California.

Isn't that fun?

Hey, uh, uh, uh.

Hey, careful there, Hildy.

You'll never get away with
it. Too many witnesses.

But you'll help me dispose of
the body, won't you, Henry?

Oh, right on, you know it.

Us OG Wendovers, we
gotta stick together.

Brian and I had a huge fight.
I didn't know where else to go.

I'm glad you came here.

Oh.

Your house is so cozy.

Well, my ex-husband, Scott,

chose nearly everything you see.

He left me for a man.

That must have been devastating.

I'm surprised you
didn't know, actually.

Secrets are hard to
keep in this town,

although we do all
try our damnedest.

Maybe you also haven't heard

that I went to rehab a
little bit ago for drinking.

- A gay husband
will do that to you.

I can't tell you how many of
my friends have been to rehab.

They're all fine,
meaning they all drink.

Cheers to that. They never
tell you that in rehab.

Mm-mmm.

So, tell me. What's going on?

Oh, well, Brian just
announces tonight

we're going to
Zurich for Christmas.

Doesn't even ask me.

Zurich? Poor baby.

Okay, I know how
that must sound,

but I moved around a
lot when I was a kid.

I just wanted to spend
Christmas at home,

not some soulless resort,

wondering which of the many women I
can see out of the corner of my eye

is my husband's mistress.

That's happening?

I made it so easy for him.

I'm up here, he's
in Boston all week.

What was I thinking?

- He's an idiot.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

I feel like I should
clear something up. Um...

I may have led you to believe
that Peter was my psychiatrist,

but I've only consulted
with him once or twice.

He's not my doctor.

Rebecca, I know you
and Peter are involved.

Okay.

Okay.

Uh...

What else do you know?

You went to see him.

It was more than just
a session or two.

You started thinking Peter was
attractive during those sessions.

He's so smart. And
he makes me laugh.

Then you started running
into him all over town.

The gas station, the beach.

You'd think of him
and he'd be there.

It felt like fate.

Yes.

Peter started telling
you about his life.

His marriage had
been dead for years.

He wants to escape this
tiny corner of the world.

He feels trapped here.

Stifled.

How do you know all this?

Well...

it's true of most men
in midlife, Rebecca.

And most women too.

Truth is we're all
pretty much the same.

Be careful.

I need a drink.

- Do you want some apple?
- No.

Okay.

I have to stop making
snacks for Lottie

and face the fact that I'm
just making snacks for myself.

How does Grandma Nancy have time to
put together these inane scrapbooks?

Be nice, Mom. She
really cares about them.

She insisted I get
that to you ASAP.

She picks the worst
pictures of me.

God.

So, I'm back in therapy.

You are? What for?

Anxiety.

Feel like I'm not doing
a good job at work,

like I'm not doing
a good job with...

I'm kind of a mess.

Welcome to motherhood.

Have you tried a martini?

Very funny.

Good news.

I can help pay,

uh, for Lottie's preschool
tuition after all.

I thought business was slow.

I turned it around
like I always do.

Mom, you don't have to help us.

I want to.

I know you're hug-averse, but...

Oh, I love that
you're doing so well.

Come for dinner tonight.
Michael's making lemon chicken.

Oh, that's so nice, dear.

Another time. I have plans.

Ah.

My daughters would freak if
they could see me right now.

Oh. Don't they want
you to be happy?

No,

they want me to be easy.

You know,

I can't tell you how nice
these last weeks have been.

I just feel like I'm
part of the world again.

Cheers to that.

Cheers!

Peter showed me this
amazing photo of you.

You were in cutoffs
and a yellow bikini top

leaping off the ferry dock.

Oh.

Well, Peter was always running
around with his little camera.

- Mmm.
- He was like the town photojournalist.

- He was good at it too.
- Hmm.

Well, his father
put an end to that.

Doctor Newbold. He sounds
like he was pretty severe.

The town loved him,

but he was hard on Peter.

And I... I felt for
the little Peanut.

I still do.

Please don't call him Peanut.

No? No?

What? It's not sexy?

No, it's not sexy at all.

I don't call him
Peanut to his face.

I call him Dr. Peanut.

In rehab, a lot of people
talked about having a drink

to brace themselves
for an occasion.

I'm not like that. I like a
drink, I don't need a drink.

Still, Thanksgiving is a lot
to ask of a sober person.

Is the turkey dry?

I don't like dry.

Hildy, what would you
like to drink with dinner?

I'll have a Bloody Mary.

Hold the vodka.

You're wicked, Hildy.

Wicked pissah.

It's either that or
a juice box, right?

Don"t skimp on the Tabasco.

Happy Thanksgiving, darling.

Happy Thanksgiving.

I haven't been
there for a while.

Tess, have you shown your mother
my latest Lottie scrapbook?

There are some terrific
photos of you in it, Hildy.

Can't wait to see it.

Oh, gosh, I forgot to
put the pies in the oven.

- I'll do it.
- Get a spoon in this.

All right. Let's eat,
please. Everyone altogether.

Perhaps wait till Mom's back.

This looks fantastic.

God, this is great!

Gravy's good.

I haven't had anything but wine

since I started drinking again.

In my mind, somehow, wine
is not really drinking.

Vodka definitely is.

Very good.

Nancy,

I'm gonna go pull those pies
out of the oven for you.

Still can't believe
you gave her a carrot.

She'll eat vegetables
if I give them to her.

Nancy, the pies look incredible.

Such beautiful latticework.

I mean, you're a real artist.

Mom, your cranberry
sauce is the best.

I always double the orange zest.

I can't get full of it.

I look forward to
this every year. Mmm.

- Fantastic.
- I'm so full.

I think she's got a
natural gift for music.

I do.

Doesn't take after our
side of the family.

She gets it from you and Mom.

They used to sing.

It's a very
difficult profession.

Musicians die younger,

on average, than the
general population.

Thanks, Dad.

It's just something we used
to do for fun in college.

Well, no, we made some money.

We played in coffeehouses.

People knew who we were in...

In Northampton.

In Northampton.

Me want Grammy and
Grandpa to sing, right?

- Yes! Michael, go get my guitar.
- No.

All right.

Lightfoot?

Yes-foot.

♪ That's what you
get For lovin' me ♪

♪ That's what you
get For lovin' me ♪

♪ Every thing
you had is gone ♪

♪ As you can see ♪

♪ That's what you
get For lovin' me ♪

♪ I ain't the kind
To hang around ♪

♪ With any new
love I have found ♪

♪ Movin' is my stock-in-trade ♪

♪ I'm movin' on ♪

♪ I won"t think of
you When I'm gone ♪

♪ So don't you shed
a tear For me ♪

♪ I ain't the love
You thought I'd be ♪

- ♪ Someday When
your poor heart... ♪

I think, that is.

- ♪ Is on the mend... ♪
- Well done.

♪ I just might pass
This way again ♪

One more time.

♪ That's what you
get For lovin' me ♪

Haven't forgot a thing.

You were delightful tonight.

I was, wasn't I?

I left my broomstick at home.

Why'd you have to
be so fucking gay?

God, I think I
better call a taxi.

The girls are on me to
cut back on the booze too.

Thank you. Get home safe.

Oh, thank you, sweetheart.

- Oh, wow, Mom. A real hug!

I'll be back home in
a couple of weeks.

- I can't wait.
- It's so late, Mom.

- Why don't you just spend the night?
- Oh, I wish I could, dear.

But I have the dogs,

I have clients in the morning.

Oh. You have to work the
day after Thanksgiving?

My mortgage doesn't
pay itself, Nancy.

Oh.

♪ For your love ♪

Whoops!

♪ For your love ♪

♪ I give you
everything And more ♪

- ♪ And that's for sure ♪
- ♪ For your love ♪

♪ I bring you diamond rings
And things right to your door ♪

- ♪ For your love ♪ - ♪ To
thrill you with delight ♪

♪ I give you diamonds bright ♪

♪ There'll be days
That will excite ♪

You know, in rehab, everyone had
to talk about their "jackpots."

That's when you get wicked drunk

and embarrass yourself in a
way you wish you could forget.

Now, I've had my
share of jackpots.

Who hasn't?

But I never told anyone anywhere
about my Frankie Getchell jackpot.

It was nine years ago,

right before Scott left me.

Frankie. I thought it
would be one of your guys.

No, me.

I just have a flat.

Yeah, I'm gonna take care of it,

but I wanna get you home first.

- Okay?
- Wait!

Wait, wait.

I have to ask you a
very serious question.

What?

Why do you wear that little
tablecloth on top of your head?

Gee, Hil.

Why don't you tell me what
you're really thinking?

I just did. I hate
your bandanna.

- Well, ju...
- You have such pretty hair.

Where's Scott at?

Mmm. He's, uh...

Uh, he's in Upstate New York.

He's, um, antiquing.

It's just me. I'm all alone.

Uh, okay.

But... I'm alone
even when he's home.

What does that mean?

He doesn't even look at me.
He doesn't even come near me.

You serious?

Yes.

- This... No.
- Oh...

Let's not go there, okay?

- Hildy, no.
- What, what, what?

No, no, no.

No.

You think I'm unattractive.

I think you're
married, and hammered.

You sleep it off.

You're gonna feel
different in the morning.

You used to be fun.

Where are blackouts
when you need them?

Anyway, I'm not about to
start having jackpots now.

Not when everything is
starting to look up, up, up.

Happy Thanksgiving, Frankie.

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your love ♪

♪ For your love,
for your love ♪

♪ I would give
the stars above ♪

♪ For your love,
for your love ♪

♪ I would give
you all I could ♪

Hildy, thank God!

I've been looking for
you. Are you okay?

Uh, I'm fine, Rebecca. How are
you? How was your Thanksgiving?

Wait, what? Hildy, I've
been trying to reach you.

Last night really scared me.

You don't remember.

Of course I remember.

You came to the house
at 2:00 in the morning.

You woke Ben up.

You tried to convince me to
egg Wendy Heatherton's house.

Brian was gonna drive you
home, but you just took off.

You're sweet to check on me.

I'm sorry if I disturbed Ben.

Are you really gonna
lose your house?

If you need to, Brian might be
able to loan you some money.

I have clients coming from
Connecticut any moment,

so I have to go
prepare for them.

You really shouldn't be
driving around like that.

I certainly don't
make a habit of it.

I hope you haven't told
anybody about me and Peter.

Jesus.

What's going on between you and
Peter is none of my business.

Because he could
lose his license,

which is ridiculous because I
barely even saw him professionally.

I have told no one.

That you remember.

You know, Rebecca, I don't have a rich
husband. I have to work for a living.

And I wouldn't be
this successful

if I was in the habit
of running around town

blabbing about matters
that don't concern me.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna
get ready for my fucking clients!

Obviously Rebecca
is a tad unstable.

Should probably
keep my distance.

Maybe I did have a little
too much last night.

Needless to say, it
won't happen again.

You don't think the
Sandersons could push?

I know they can't.

They have to be out of
their condo February 1.

Right, it's just...

that school in Newton said they
were holding a spot for Jake,

and now they can't
take him until fall.

We were just wondering, what
would happen if we back out?

We'll lose the Sandersons.

I know this sucks, Hildy.

We're sorry. You've done
so much to help us out.

We'll sell in the summer.

We all want what's
best for Jake.

Right?

Hildy, Andy over at
North Shore Range Rover.

And this is awkward,
but your assistant

still hasn't dealt with
your payment situation,

- but apropos of
our discussion...

Hey, lady, wake up! Hey!

You gotta... You gotta
be careful, Hildy.

You're gonna end up roadkill.

I hope you can wait a little
longer for me to pay you.

The Dwights just
backed out of the sale.

Ah... Oh, I thought of you.

I was out fishing with
Manny Briggs the other day,

and I saw that spread the
Santorellis are putting up.

Is it huge? Is it ugly?

They got a chain over the
drive. I can't get in to see it.

It's mighty. Takes
up the whole point.

You think Manny would take me
out to get a look sometime?

Why don't you come out
with us some morning?

You're gonna have to
haul traps though.

Go around me, you asshole!

People.

I'd like that, Frankie.

Where's your hat? It's
freezing out there.

I look terrible in hats.

I like that you didn't
clean up for me.

- I did.
- Really?

Hey, Manny.

Hiya, Hildy.

Hi, Bill.

She baked, uh, muffins.

They got bran in them?
I'm pretty clogged up.

See what you've been missing?

♪ Call me the sea ♪

♪ Call me the stream ♪

All right. You're
gonna borrow this.

I told you I look
terrible in hats.

Nah.

Cute as a button.

Go Pats.

Go Pats.

- Frank, coming up.
- Oh.

You all set?

- Yep. Ready to go.
- Okay.

♪ Call me the air ♪

♪ Call me the grass ♪

Okay.

♪ The silence of the hare ♪

♪ Hear my call ♪

♪ Hello, lo, lo,
lo Lo, lo, lo, lo ♪

I'm ready.

You do the honors.

Look at them.

♪ Call me the bark ♪

♪ Call me the stone ♪

♪ Call me the lark ♪

- ♪ Call ♪
- ♪ Hear the sound ♪

♪ Hello, lo, lo,
lo Lo, lo, lo, lo ♪

Yep.

Know anyone working on it?

Uh, Bill Rudolph's
doing the tiling.

I hear it's got a upstairs
laundry and a downstairs laundry.

And a movie theater
with a popcorn machine.

Gotta get this listing
ahead of Wendy Heatherton.

Um...

Uh, Frank.

You wanna come over for dinner?

Help me eat these?

- Dinner?
- Yeah.

It's this meal people eat
at the end of the day.

It's pretty popular.

Sure.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Dinner.

What?

I know it looks bad,
but really, it's fine.

We're supposed to have
our first freeze tonight,

and I don't want all these bottles
exploding and making a mess.

I mean, come on. I'm just gonna
tuck them away in the cellar.

I'm not gonna sneak them
under my bed or anything.

It's a really...

- I got this recipe...
- great kitchen.

I got this recipe
out of the Globe.

You got a good...
It's a great kitchen.

You really lucked out
with this house, Hildy.

"Lucked out"?

Didn't exactly win
it in the lottery.

You've done real good for yourself.
That's what I meant to say.

You haven't done so
badly yourself, Frankie.

You should let me sell
that lot next door for you.

You really want some Boston lawyer
to build some McMonster there

that you have to
look at every day?

I don't think so.

Why are you so
protective of my view?

I've seen you make some
pretty big mistakes.

You have?

Name one.

Taking Wendy Heatherton
under your wing.

Agreed.

Driving that stupid car.

Well, I needed to
project success.

Marrying a gay guy.

Okay. Clearly you're on
top of my many mistakes.

Whoa.

Should I get another bottle?

I don't know. Should you?

♪ If you ever
change your mind ♪

- Do you mind if I, uh...
- Be my guest.

♪ About leavin'
Leavin' me behind ♪

♪ Baby, bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

Why don't you put that jazz
cabbage down and come over here?

Ja... "Jazz cabbage"?

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I know I laughed
When you left ♪

Hmm.

♪ But now I know I
only hurt myself ♪

♪ Baby, bring it to me ♪

♪ Bring your sweet lovin' ♪

♪ Bring it on home to me ♪

Mmm.

- ♪ Yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'll give you jewelry ♪

♪ And money too ♪

Oh...

♪ That ain't all That
ain't all I'd do for you ♪

Yes.

You're really throwing me off.

Molly, lie down.

Yes.

Mom? Are you in there?

- Oh. No, no, no.
- Are you with somebody?

Emily.

As a matter of fact, I am.

Did you forget I was
coming home tonight?

Can I help you?

Are there any toothbrushes? I
left my toothbrush in New York.

- Oh, God.
- Uh...

Have you tried under the
sink in the guest bath?

I did. Those are all
medium. I like soft.

Just use a medium
and brush soft!

- Oh. Uh, I guess I could floss.
- There you go.

And maybe rinse my
mouth out with...

- Good night, Emily.
- Oh. Okay, bye.

Is this a new rug?

- Frank.
- Yeah?

Did we... Did we leave
a bottle downstairs?

Uh... Probably, yeah.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

I'm supposed to be in recovery.

My daughters think I go to AA.

Oh, come on.

They're gonna send
me back there again.

Hildy. You're the mom. You
can do whatever you want.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

- Frank, I...
- What?

Will you please,
please, please go?

Hmm?

I'm sorry. I just have to...

Yeah. No. Sure. Yeah.

- It's just that...
- Okay.

No, no. I understand.
I understand.

Oh, God. The snow
already started.

I gotta get my guys out
with their plows anyways.

So, I'll, uh...

I'll see you around, Hil.

- Take this bottle.
- Yeah.

And then, uh, take the one
downstairs... Take it out.

Yeah. Wow, it's coming
down. I gotta go.

Is there anything else?

Yeah, I've got everything.

Okay.

Oh. Pants on.

In case I run into
your daughter.

Don't want her coming after me
like your old man did. Remember?

Frankie.

Give me a kiss before you go.

Okay, sure.

Okay.

Thanks for the lobsters.
They were perfectly cooked.

Morning, Emily.

Can you turn the heat up?
It's freezing in here.

It's winter, kiddo.

Put on a sweater and some socks.

I told you I'd be
home on the 17th.

Well, it's been
very busy at work.

Was that Frank Getchell's truck
in the driveway last night?

It was, yes.

Were you in bed
with Frank Getchell?

What if I was?

Are you dating Frank Getchell?

Maybe.

He's the garbageman.

He owns a maintenance company

that happens to handle
garbage removal.

One of his many
lucrative businesses.

He happens to be one of the
wealthiest people in town, Emily.

He wears a do-rag.

Well, that was a bad look. And
he got rid of that years ago.

Were you drinking last night?

I found a bottle of
wine in the trash.

And it smelled like
somebody was smoking weed.

Frank drinks. And he smokes.

All of my friends drink.
As do my daughters.

But you weren't?

No, Emily. Of course not.

The relief on Emily's face,

you'd think she and Tess had
spent their entire childhoods

carrying me out of bars.

Now, look, I know it must seem awful
to blatantly lie to one's own daughter,

but it's for Emily's own good.

Her peace of mind.

Does he smell like garbage?

He smells like a man.

Ew!

Kendall, have you seen my tape
measure? I thought I left...

I can't talk right now.

Who else was there?

Okay.

I can't believe she said that.

Hildy, what happened
to the Range Rover?

Is it in the shop?

No, Wendy. This is my new car.

I can't believe that you can
fold yourself into that thing

with those amazing,
long legs of yours.

I'm a grandmother now. I wanted
to do something for the planet.

My clients seem to really
appreciate the gesture.

Of course. We all
need to do our part.

We do.

You know Lisa and Robert.

Hi.

Good to see you, Hildy.

Hey, Hildy. You
left me a message?

Oh. Uh, yes,
Peter. Uh, come in.

Um...

So, I was just wondering what
was happening with the house.

Um... No decisions yet.

Elise and Sam coming
up for the weekend?

No, Elise has a faculty thing,

and Sam's got a
soccer tournament.

Oh. You're on your own
quite a bit these days.

Yeah. Uh, well...

I'm working on my book.

How"s Rebecca? I haven't
seen her for a while.

Hildy, this isn't my place,

but Rebecca mentioned that
you'd been drinking again.

Is everything okay?

I drink with my friends
from time to time.

It's a social
thing. No big deal.

Well, we all self-medicate
in our own ways.

I know you were very young when
your mother committed suicide.

And they didn't have anything
like grief counseling back then.

So some of your...

I don't think anybody...

in all the many years
since my mother's death

had ever actually stated the
fact of it so plainly to me.

People talked about my
mother's "tragic passing"

and her "untimely death",

but never ever did anyone
say the word "suicide."

She drank, of course.

But everyone did back then.

Nobody was an "alcoholic."

Ma, is it okay if I
have supper at Mamie's?

Ma?

Emily?

Em?

Hey, pups.

Hey, girls.

How are you? Yes.

Who wants to come down
to the cellar with me

and get a little
bottle of merlot?

That yummy merlot. Huh?

I don't blame you.
It's pretty creepy.

I'm just gonna get
a little something.

Take the edge off.

Mom?

Hello?

I'm here with Hailey.

Hi, Ms. Good.

Mom?

Maybe she's at her boyfriend's.

Do you think they have
sex? Aren't they too old?

No, because I heard them.

Oh.

You can do this.

You can stop.

You can stop right now.

You don't need it.

You don't need it.

You just...

You just have to stop now.

Hey, Hil.

You answered your phone.

Well, it's you.

May Santa come early.

And often.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- Emily.
- Merry Christmas.

Darling. Merry Christmas. Mmm.

You don't wanna have the
whole ocean in front of you,

because the ocean in front of
you can be very threatening.

Okay.

These sheets are great.

My girls really like you.

Well, they're good girls.

Which one is older?
Is it Tess or...

I was talking about my dogs.

- Oh.
- Bottom line is,

none of the four has bitten you,

and that's a good sign.

Of what?

You know, that I'm happy.

- Hmm.
- I feel like myself with you.

Usually I only feel like myself
when I have a drink in my hand.

I like when you're not drinking,

because then I
know that you're...

you know, where you wanna be,

and you're with who
you wanna be with.

And I'm not just some...

Piece of meat?

Yeah.

Some... tough old pot roast.

Tough old pot roast.

It's a little late.

Who could that be?

Rebecca.

- Rebecca?
- I know it's late,

and we haven't been talking,
but I'm really freaking out.

What's going on?

Peter and I were supposed to
spend Valentine's Day together,

but now I can't reach him.

He's not answering his phone,
and I have a terrible feeling

- that something bad is gonna happen.
- Hang up. It's late.

It's late, Rebecca.
Let's talk tomorrow.

He wants to change his
life, but he's panicking.

He thinks he'll lose everything.
Will you please call him?

No, I won't call him.

I can't get involved in this.

Peter warned me
not to trust you.

He said you were a manipulative
old drunk feeding on gossip,

but I know you care about him.

Go to bed, you fruitcake.

Is that what people think of me?

Oh, Hildy. I don't give
a care what people think.

Neither should you.

I do. I care what
people think.

Women who don't care
what people think

end up hanged in
the public square.

Oh. Not anymore.

Cash offer, at asking...

You're shitting me.

Closing to be
mutually determined.

Jake can finish out
the school year.

We haven't told him yet.

It sounds fishy.

Would you sit down?
You're being rude.

I called the bank.
It all checks out.

But who are these people? We
haven't had a showing in weeks.

It's this couple from New York.

They saw the pictures on my
website and fell in love.

Sign the papers.

Henry!

Let me buy you a
hundred-dollar cup of coffee.

You're in a good mood.

Well, springtime,
business is picking up.

Not to mention what's picking up
between you and Frankie Garbage.

Henry, you would have
made a great Realtor.

Yeah.

What did they ask for the Newbold
place? I thought they'd never sell.

- They're not selling.
- Oh, yeah?

Linda Barlow is up there
now going through the attic,

packing and pitching stuff.

I figured you'd be
the agent on that one.

You used to babysit
Peter Peanut.

See, now? This is why you
need to come to meetings.

Hey, Hildy.

I heard you and Elise
are selling the house.

Yeah. I was just coming
to talk to you about that.

You gave the listing
to Wendy Heatherton.

It's not personal.

It's extremely personal.

I'm a manipulative old
drunk who feeds on gossip?

I was feeling backed into
a corner when I said that.

You got the job
in San Francisco.

Rebecca wants to go with you.

Look, Brian McAllister knows
that Rebecca was my patient.

The second he finds out about us,
he'll destroy me and my career.

We can't be together, but I
don't know how to tell her.

Peter, I'm not interested in telling
your secrets or ruining your career,

but you have to list
your house with me.

You're threatening me?

I'm the local Realtor.

I've known you your whole life.

If you don't stick
with me, nobody will.

You're gonna call
Wendy Heatherton

and tell her you are
listing your house with me.

What is it?

- I got into Dartmouth!
- You did?

- Can I go meet my mom for lunch?
- Yes, absolutely.

Oh! Mmm!

Thank you!

- Whoo-hoo!
- Oh! Hi.

Okay.

I've never seen
her happy before.

She just got into an
Ivy, so, you know,

she thinks the rest of her
life's gonna be a cakewalk.

Hildy, I wanted to apologize
for dragging you into my drama.

You were my only
friend in Wendover.

This is for you.

My house.

I finally convinced Peter

that we have to tell
Brian and Elise.

No more sneaking around.

And I really wanna
introduce Peter to Ben.

Not my business.

We're moving to San Francisco.

Starting over.

You think Brian is gonna let
you take Ben to San Francisco?

Well, I think there are definitely
gonna be some fireworks,

but I think, in the end,

Brian will do
what's best for Ben.

I wish you both well,
Rebecca. I really do.

I wish everybody well.

Oh.

It was on the strength
of the Newbold listing,

and my snazzy presentation,

that I landed the Santorelli
brothers and their premium property.

I gave it a name:
"Clementine's Cove."

Oh, yeah.

Hildy. To Clementine's Cove.

Uh, you know, I
can't. I'm being good.

Oh, come on, Hildy. You
can't leave us hanging here.

Yeah, deal's not
closed till we toast.

Okay, if you
insist. Just a sip.

All right. Chindon.

Clementine's Cove.

Clementine's Cove.

Oh, my God. Mamie?

- Mamie Lang!
- Oh, my God.

Mamie Lang!

- Hildy Good!
- Oh.

Oh!

Looks like you're having fun.

You guys know Mamie Lang?

- Uh, no.
- Mamie Lang!

Get in here, Mamie.

- We're celebrating.
- I love a party.

What are we celebrating?

- A new partnership.
- Hildy is good.

- Whoo!
- Cheers!

- Mamie.
- Yes?

I got my mojo back.

You have the best mojo.

- Mmm.
- Oh, God.

- Oh, boy, I've missed you.
- Oh.

I've missed me too.

The king of the cove, the
Santorelli brothers...

Killing it, Hildy!

- Thirteen mill.
- Whoa!

Where you going? That's it?

I'm going... somewhere.

We'll wait.

Sorry.

Hildy, I'm so glad
I ran into you.

What you said about the
environment really stuck with me.

I bought Carl an
electric bicycle,

and I bought myself a Tesla.

Good for you, Wendy.

Good for you.

And I got the Santorellis.

Make sure you bring over some of
those clients you stole from me, okay?

Don't forget to
wear a helmet, Carl.

- What the...
- Hiya, Frankie.

Hey, Hildy.

What's going on?

Oh, I'm just having a hard time

dealing with my
fabulousness, that's all.

Been doing a little
drinking, huh?

A little.

Uh-huh.

Thought you gave that up.

No.

What idiot let you drive
here like this, hmm?

This one.

Can I have your keys?

Are you gonna invite
me in or what?

Uh...

- I'm a little tired.
- Yes!

- Nah, come on, Let me get you home.
- No, no, no.

Come on. Come on.

No, I'll... I'll drive you home.

Go to bed. You
need to go to bed.

Don't judge me.

Give me my keys.

I'll drive you.

I will walk, thank you.

Go to bed.

That's why I came here.

I thought you'd wanna sleep with
the top broker on the North Shore.

Go to bed, Hildy.

Don't tell me what
to do, garbageman.

Hildy. Hildy!

Oh.

- Wake up. Wake up, Hil.
- No. No, no, no, no!

- What did you do?
- Frank, what's wrong?

Come here.

Can't believe I let you
walk away. Come here.

- I don't know...
- Come.

- Why are you so angry?
- Come here. Come here!

- I wanna show you something.
- What?

Come here.

- Do you remember
how that happened?

No, I... I gave you my keys.

Yeah. And then you snuck
back and got your spare keys

- and you went out again...
- No, no...

and you hit
something or someone.

I don't remember.

Hildy, Jake Dwight is missing.

He's missing.

Half the town's out
looking for him.

- What?
- And that's what your car looks like.

No, I would remember that.

No, you don't remember
shit. You were wasted.

I... I... I...

I will call the police.

- No, no, no. No.
- I took...

What are you gonna say? Huh?

Where are you going?

I'm gonna pull your
car around the back.

Then I'm gonna go out and
I'm gonna look for that kid.

Don't do anything.

Don't drink anything!

Shit!

No.

I'm just gonna have one
glass to calm my nerves.

Don't you judge me too.

Oh!

We need to talk.

Peter.

Is it raining?

Suicide runs in families, Hildy.

Have you considered suicide?

No. I never wanted to die.

I...

My problem is I
always wanted to live.

I thought we hid it from
Brian, but he found out.

Didn't take it well.

Oh, I didn't say anything.

You don't know that, do you?

You don't know what you've done.

Hildy.

Hildy.

Oh, Peter, I've done
a terrible thing.

Don't worry. Jake
Dwight is okay.

- He is?
- Yes, he's okay.

He'll be home soon.

Oh, thank God.

It would be highly irregular

for a doctor to suggest that
you take a drink right now,

but what the hell?

I'm not gonna be a
doctor much longer.

What about San Francisco?

That's not gonna work out.

Oh, well.

Onward.

Don't you get tired, Hildy?

Maintaining that
Yankee stiff upper lip?

It takes a toll.

- It's worked for
me my whole life.

Just stuff it all down and
pour some alcohol over it?

Oh, dear. Is Dr. Newbold
here to analyze me?

No. I'm here to tell you
that it's okay to be angry

and lonely

and scared and sad.

I'm here to tell you that
it's okay to ask for help.

I don't need help.

Hildy, you didn't kill anyone.

But next time, you
might not be so lucky.

I just... I just don't think...

whining to other people is...

Mom?

Mom!

I've been calling and
calling. Are you okay?

I'm driving into town. I
wanna help find Jake Dwight.

Oh, they found him,
dear. He's fine.

What? No, Mom.

It's all over the news. I passed
search parties on the way here.

Be careful not to approach him.

Don't touch him.

Instructions on how to
approach Jake if you find him.

He loves balloons.

- Thanks.
- Of course.

We're gonna find him.

Hildy, I... I told
him we were moving.

Hildy, Patch said that I shouldn't
have, but I did and I'm so stupid.

No, no. He's okay.

You don't know that.

- We will find him.
- Oh, God.

I don't know why Peter would tell
me that he was okay if he wasn't.

I don't know, Mom.

What makes you think
he might be here?

This is where Cassie used to
bring him when he was little

to look for mushrooms.

And sometimes I'd go with them.

You did?

That's weird.

Why is that weird?
Cassie needed the help.

I just don't think of you
as maternal like that.

Kind of you to say.

I mean...

you were always
so into your work,

and then after work,
you'd be out drinking.

I supported this
family for decades,

I put two girls through college,

I continue to pay rents,
mortgages, tuitions.

All anyone can remember
is my drinking!

Because it was really bad and
you don't wanna deal with that.

And depression
runs in our family,

and I would like to be able
to talk to my mother about it.

I'm tired of sweeping
everything under the rug.

I didn't realize
I was doing that.

No.

Oh, God. They've
found something.

Oh, poor Cassie.

Bring it around the port side.
- No.

There you go. Hold it there.

Shore 6, Shore 4.

Shore 4, go.

Uh, Shore 1 is transporting
DB at this time.

Shore 2 will notify local
PD, Sergeant Wynnan.

They found him?

Not Jake.

It's Peter Newbold.

Peter? No.

That can't be. I just saw him.

No, it's... it's...
It's Peter. Trust me.

No, I talked to him
just this morning.

He... He came to see me.

The coroner said he's been
dead for over 24 hours.

Mom said they had a
whole conversation.

He sat with me and he told
me Jake Dwight was okay.

I don't know what to tell you,
Hil. It's just not possible.

Mom? Mom?

Cheers.

Next time, you might
not be so lucky.

We drank too much in college.

Is it okay if I have
supper at Mamie's?

Oh, wow, Mom. A real hug!

I love that you're
doing so well.

To the witches of Wendover.

Help me.

Mom.

Will you help me?

While my daughter was scraping
me up and getting me home,

Rebecca was in Longfellow Woods.

She'd been out
riding all morning.

She didn't even know
Jake was missing.

She didn't know Peter was gone.

I'm grateful Rebecca found Jake.

She was too.

She got to be part
of a happy ending.

We need to move him quickly.
- Yeah.

Peter's death was
ruled an accident.

But I knew better.

My mother didn't leave
a suicide note either.

Peter and I were never
taught to ask for help.

My facade finally
crumbled on that dock.

And poor Peter, he couldn't
imagine his life without one.

Hi, Frank.

Hildy.

I, uh... I think this is what I owe
you for fixing up the Dwight house.

Never did get a bill.

Yeah, I've been
meaning to get to that.

I also know it was you
that bought the house.

Yeah, well, I figured the Dwights
were due for some good luck.

I'll flip it.

I also want you to know
I'm going into rehab.

And, uh, I'll probably
be gone for a while.

I, uh, got something I
wanna show you. Come here.

Where'd you find her?

Well, I lost track of her,
um, when I went into the army.

And then I... came across her

in a salvage yard
around 20 years ago.

- You've had her all this time?
- Yeah.

Well, I mean, she was
in rough shape. I, uh...

I took care of
her, fixed her up.

Why throw her away?

No reason for that. She's
always been perfectly good.

Frankie.

Do what you need to do, Hildy.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'll be right here.

Waited this long.

Mmm.

Mmm.

I went back to rehab.

This time by choice.

Uh, well...

by necessity.

And, uh...

all I ever wanted
was what we all want,

which is meet a friend
after work for drinks

and have a couple of
glasses of vino at a party.

Beer at a barbecue.

Of course, I wanted
more than that.

I wanted to get hammered
out of my mind and...

that's where I felt
most comfortable.

Uh, now I know I can't do that.

I can't have a sip
or a nip or a taste.

I'm not special. I'm...

I'm your garden-variety
alcoholic.

And I've gotta stop trying
to convince the world

that I don't have a problem.

Because I do. And
that's why I'm here.

It's hard... giving up the
old version of yourself.

Hmm.

Hildy Good 2.0.

Even better than the original.

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