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Hey. You okay? It's fine. Okay?

You're fine. Come on.

Hey, look who it is. Miracle Boy!

Leave him alone, Slutzky.

Coming through. Hey, yo, dude.

Come on, people. We get it. It's Miracle Boy.

Whoo-hoo.

Welcome to Riverview. You're not in homeschool anymore, Toto.

Representative.

No... Representative!

Oh, my...

Hello. Hi.

I was just on with somebody, and we got disconnected,

and I'm just... I'm trying to cancel my cable and my Internet service.

No, I provided that information already...

It was not. Uh, it was in my husband's name.

Well, no, you can't talk to him, because he is dead.

Can you just listen, please?

I've been stuck in this godforsaken place for two weeks,

and I simply need to cancel my service.

But you can't...

I just told you, you can't talk to him because he's dead!

- Cong cong. - Oh, my God! What the fuck?

What are you doing? No. Excuse me.

- This is a private residence. Get out! - It's all good.

- I just have to get my toiletries. - No! What are you doing here?

You can't just let yourself... How'd you walk in...

- I... I live here. My God. - You do not live here.

God, I used to anyhow.

- Who are you? - T.

T? Your name is T? What are you doing here?

Noelle texted Mika, who group chatted us, saying,

"Anybody staying at Charlie's gotta grab their shit."

Are you moving in?

This is my husband's apartment.

Oh.

What's up, Dee Dee?

How do you know my name?

What are you doing here?

I have toiletries up here.

Charlie got me a Sonicare toothbrush, and it's expensive.

You left your toothbrush?

Oh, my God. You're a child. How old are you?

Sixteen and a half.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Okay. Uh...

Can you just tell me, why were you living here?

I had to get out of my house.

Um, I couldn't deal.

Charlie said that I could live here

until I found a... a better situation.

Like, five months.

He was a really great guy.

I'm sorry.

- So, can... What was your name again? - T.

T, can you, um, just... Can you hold on? Wait. One sec. Just...

Do you know who that man is?

- Evan. - Evan.

Um, and is he...

Who is he?

He's cool, I guess.

Um...

Were Evan and Charles... Ch-Charlie,

uh, romantically...

I'm trying to figure out if my husband was gay.

I never asked.

He had nice linens though, so... could be an indicator.

Right.

But as far as you know, though,

Charles and Evan were not...

All I know... uh,

is that they helped me get an interview

at Bollywood Bites, which is my job.

So... ... I'm late.

Oh.

- Bye. - Bye.

After I got to 200, I lost count.

They just keep coming.

We should open them.

- We can't do that. - Why not?

'Cause, um... it's against the law?

We're his guardians. These are fucked-up.

- I already opened, like, five already. - And that was wrong.

One of them had a lock of a woman's hair, John.

One of them told Edward he was gonna burn in hell.

We can't let him open these. He'll be traumatized.

The kid has enough going on already.

- Another one came through the door. - What?

I was s... I was on the computer and I heard this sound,

and I looked over and s... and one slid through the mail slot.

- And you didn't go see who it was? - Yes!

I went out the front door.

By the time I got out there, they were driving off.

I don't like this.

This is invasive. We should get one of those doorbell cameras.

Yeah. I'm with you there.

- I think we should burn them. - We can't do that.

- Why not? - What if there's something important?

What if there's a letter from one of his friends?

Okay, so we let him open them?

No! All of the crazies.

Okay, so then we open them.

You know, which, I'll remind you, is a federal crime.

So is fucking burning them.

Well... I think we're gonna need a bigger bag.

Can we just put a pin in this for now?

Look, we won't give them to Edward and we won't open them.

Okay.

I wanna make sure he never collects the mail and finds one.

Right. And he hasn't so far, so...

We shouldn't keep these here.

- Can you take them to work? - My work?

Yes, John. You work in a boiler room.

You... Can you put them in a box there? Can you do that?

Can you do that?

Yeah.

All right.

Listen, we're both doing the best we can here, Lace.

Why is everyone writing to him?

Because he survived.

Excuse me. Who are you?

Becks.

Okay, Becks. And you are... Who are you exactly?

- Who are you? - My name is Natalie.

I'm Adriana's campaign manager.

Are you her boss?

Yes, I am, Becks. I like you.

- But wait, there's more. - Becks, sweetie.

Come on. Let's go. We are late for school. Come on.

- Ah, good day, madam. - Bye!

Where's your bag? Okay, good.

Sorry, that call took forever.

Apparently, New York One thinks I'm a joke.

Adriana, did you get married and have a child since we last spoke?

Oh. Uh, you met my housemates.

Housemates?

Yeah, Kojo and Becks. We met in a group therapy thing.

And they live here now?

Well, they needed a place. Plus, he's fixing my toilet.

Mm-hmm.

- What? - Nothing.

- Just be aware of optics. - Optics?

As it pertains to Candidate Washington.

This day forward, everything people see, they get an opinion about.

Okay, well, optics-wise, helping people in need seems fine.

Mister Man from Ghana seems fine too.

Becks...

In Ghana, we have different funerals than they have here in America.

One of the traditions we have is, we will decorate the casket.

Do you know what is the casket?

It's the box in which your mother will rest.

Yeah. We decorate the casket in interesting ways

to reflect the person who has passed.

So, what I'm saying, honey, is, do you think you have any ideas

on how you want to decorate Akua's...

your mother's casket?

I don't know.

Can I tell you a secret?

Becks, you knew your mommy better than anyone.

So who better than Becks to dream up what it should be?

Hmm?

You think about it.

You think how you want to decorate your mother's casket,

and I will see to it.

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay. Be good in school.

If I had words for this, I would share them.

I promise you, I would. But I don't... I don't have any.

And it's like...

... without words or some kind of vocabulary,

I don't really know how to feel.

I haven't cried yet.

It's like every time I feel it creep in,

the shock of it, the loneliness of it...

I twist this knob in my chest...

or my brain...

and I don't feel anything at all.

It just goes away.

Yeah.

What the fuck?

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

Is this the, um... the grief group for flight 1483?

What? No, no, no. You can't be here.

This place is for me. This space is for me, not for you.

Do I know you? Am I in the wrong place?

Okay.

Hi.

Hi, honey. How was your day?

He's a little shell-shocked.

- Oh. - I'm fine.

All right.

Ooh, Ms. Curtis, this car is fit.

- With leather interior? Ooh. - Why, thank you, Shay.

Uh, so, how were your classes?

Oh, I didn't... I didn't have classes.

Yeah, I had to go through a whole orientation today.

And then, tomorrow, I have to take a placement exam.

- Oh. - And then I get to go to classes.

Oh. So, what are we doing, Edward?

- Do you want to come to the shop with me? - Can I... Can I go to Shay's?

Of course. Just no unsanctioned field trips.

Okay, you guys? Shay?

- Cross our hearts. Hope to die. - All right.

I mean, obviously not that.

- All right. - Bye. Thank you, Ms. Curtis.

You're welcome, Shay.

Hey, hey. Hold on a sec.

Um, I just wanted to tell you...

Edward, can you look at me?

I don't need to look at you to hear you.

I'd like you to look at me all the same.

No, thank you.

Why not?

Because sometimes you look like my mom.

Okay? And I'd rather not see her face every time I'm around you.

Last name and date, please.

Thank you.

- Hi. - Hi. How are you?

- Good. How are you? - Good. I am looking for Noelle.

Yes. She's just in there.

- Oh, okay. Thank you very much. - Yeah. No problem.

Go ahead, and I will catch up. I'll be right there.

- Hi. Remember me? - Hi.

I'm sorry about what I said about kombucha.

Okay, so this is a safe space. Can we be safe?

Absolutely. Yes.

- Come in. - Thank you.

Have a seat.

Thank you so much. I just, um...

Oh, I met T.

He came to the apartment to get his toothbrush.

Their toothbrush.

Their toothbrush. Oh, yes.

Uh, yes. I got that. Sorry, sorry.

It's okay. Um, you'll... you'll get used to it.

So...

Charles was putting people up in his condo.

W... w -... why? Why was he doing that?

I mean, he helped, like, a dozen kids get solid footing, I'd say.

I mean, homeless, abused, abandoned kids without a hope in the world.

You should know that your husband was doing incredible work.

I'll be sure to mention it when I tell my daughter

she has to drop out of college.

- I can't imagine what you're going through... - Was he gay?

I mean, it's a simple fucking question. I think I'm entitled to know.

I don't really know.

Really? How do you not know? You run the LGBTQ Center.

He didn't talk about that.

But yes, I-I believe he was exploring his sexual identity.

Was he exploring with Evan?

Um...

Well, I'm selling that condo.

So, if anyone else needs to pick up

their toothbrush, they better do it fast.

Thank you so much, Noelle.

Pop the collar.

Good. Nice.

Now, listen, stupid.

You gotta tank that placement exam.

Yeah, don't test into 9th grade like some gigantic nerd.

Stick to your own kind.

Be a normal kid for once.

And remember, people don't care if you're smart.

People care if you're cool.

Hey. Hey!

You need to stop coming here.

- I mean it. - Oh, my God. I don't know who you are.

- You don't know who I am. What does it... - You're Steve.

You're Brent's brother.

I'm Amanda. I was his fiancée.

I didn't know he was engaged.

Of course you didn't. You didn't know anything about him.

And so you don't get to grieve him.

At least not here.

All right? So, go cry in some other corner.

You're not the only one who's grieving him.

- You can't make me not... - This is not a fucking joke.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You are so cool.

You okay?

I don't even know.

My sister knew how to hot-wire a car.

She did.

And she knew CPR. She was a lifeguard.

When she was 19, she saved a woman's life,

and they gave her the Key to the City.

My entire life, the governing emotion I had towards my sister was...

... jealousy.

She sounds like a...

like an incredible person.

Your sister, she sounds amazing.

She was. Thank you.

Like a once-in-a-lifetime type.

Like...

Like one of those people who drops into your life and...

... there's nothing quite like them.

Yeah.

But you recognized it.

And-And thank God that you did, right?

Like, what if you...

Like, what if you hadn't?

Like, what if, like, she was gone

and you never re... recognized her

for everything that she was?

Mmm.

Sam.

Thank you. Uh...

It was... it was nice hearing your thoughts today.

Very good.

You blew the exam on purpose?

Why would you do that?

I wanted to stay with my own kind.

Well, yeah, but wouldn't you get to graduate sooner?

I don't know.

God, if I were as smart as you, I would test outta school ASAP.

People don't care if you're smart. People care if you're cool.

Yeah. Well, I hate to break it to you, boy wonder, but you're not cool.

Whoa!

Damn, you got me. Oh, no. You okay?

Okay, sweetie. Time for bed. Did you brush your teeth?

- Yes. - Are you sure?

Show me.

Mmm. Okay, good.

So, um...

have you had any thoughts about

how we can decorate your mother's casket?

I have a very talented man who can make almost anything.

But I want you to like it.

She would love it.

Akua would love this.

I don't mean to disturb you.

Oh, no. Of course not. Um, come in. How's it going?

I would like to invite you.

We are having a funeral for Akua on Saturday.

And although I know you are very busy with your campaign...

Oh, Kojo, what? Oh, my gosh.

I'll absolutely be there.

It was only just determined we'd do this.

You know, in Ghana, our funerals are very festive.

- Yeah. - Everyone wears specific clothing,

uh, there's dancing, there's music, we have a party,

- and the whole tribe and everybody comes... - Kojo. Thank you for inviting me.

Uh, where is it being held?

Uh, it will be at a center on 119th Street,

- uh, Starlight Party and Conference. - Oh. That place.

Oh, you've been there?

Um, Kojo, that place is... It's kind of, um...

- It's a trash heap. - It's a dump.

You see, the issue is many people will be there.

Even people that didn't know Akua, so we need the space.

And other options are just too expensive, so...

Well, look, if... I can't make any promises,

but if I could find another place, would that be okay?

No, no, no, no, no. I don't want to burden you.

No, it's not a burden. I mean, let me see,

I... I think I have a place that would be perfect.

- You are too kind, Adriana. - Oh, it's fine.

O-Okay, uh, so I will go to bed.

- Yeah, um, good night. - Okay.

- Good night, Adriana. - It's... It's that way.

- Oh, okay. - Yeah. Yeah.

- Good night. - Thank you. I mean, yes.

Good night. You too.

- Dude, what the F? - What?

You're a walking sweat lodge. Take the dumb jacket off.

- I'm fine. - You're making me hot just looking at you.

- Take it off. - I'm fine.

Check out Miracle Boy. He's melting.

Leave him alone, Slutzky.

He is though. Check him out. My boy's a puddle over here.

Hey, Miss Wheaton, I think Miracle Boy is "condensating" into gas form.

Brian, that's enough.

Edward, are you okay?

Yeah, I... I'm fine. As I have said. I'm fine.

You look very hot in that jacket. It's a humid day today...

Class, quiet. I mean it.

Edward, why don't you take off the jacket?

'Cause I don't want to.

We actually have a dress code

that states that coats and jackets

- aren't to be worn indoor... - God, Miss Wheaton, can you make an exception?

He likes the jacket. He wants to wear the jacket.

Why does everyone gotta be in his business?

Hasn't he been through enough?

Fuck you, Slutzky!

Brian, Shay. Detention.

And Edward, I'm sorry, but you have to take that jacket off now.

I'm afraid you're going to faint.

Take it off.

- Dude! - Edward.

Edward!

Gorgeous, isn't it?

Are you... Are you Evan?

Yes.

I'm... I'm Dee Dee. Charles's wife.

Why don't we talk in my office?

All right.

We met a little over a year ago

at this mansion in Beverly Hills.

It was after he lost his job

and was desperately trying to find a way to make money.

We were at this get-together with some billionaire...

... who had an inside track on this import deal

that was too good to be true.

And it was.

I lost a little.

Charlie lost everything he had left.

He was so devastated.

You were his princess, and he couldn't bear to fail you.

So then what happened?

I've had my own struggles with an eating disorder.

I was in rehab for a while.

He helped me.

I helped him. We propped each other up.

What do you mean you propped each other up?

Eventually, we had a sexual relationship.

The last thing I ever thought I would be is a home-wrecker.

I wouldn't give yourself so much credit.

It was a lot more than you that wrecked our home.

♪ But I just can't see ♪

♪ What a woman like you ♪

♪ Is doing with me ♪

♪ So tell me who I see ♪

♪ When I look in your eyes ♪

♪ Is that you, baby ♪

♪ Or just a brilliant disguise? ♪

♪ And now look at me, baby ♪

♪ I'm struggling to do everything right ♪

♪ And then it all falls apart ♪

Adriana.

Hello, Reverend.

I'm so sorry. I wanted to reach out more,

- but I figured you... - No, no. It's fine.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

She basically raised me.

I know.

Special woman.

Yeah.

And now you're doing it.

- I'm so happy you're running. - Thank you.

I knew you would enter the game at some point.

I mean, you always said as much.

Thought it'd be a little later down the line. But...

Life happens.

Always does.

You look good.

So do you.

Your eulogy was perfect.

I wanted to come up to you after, but you were...

No, I appreciate that you didn't.

I did not need all of that, that day.

I'm really glad you called.

Listen, I need a favor.

Oh. That's why you called.

- I should've mentioned it before. - But you didn't.

You waited until now.

You let me sit in the anticipation of seeing you all day. Nice move.

- I'm sorry. - Don't...

You're running for office, Dri. No more apologizing.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

Uh, well.

I'm in a therapy group for families

who lost people on the plane.

And one of the families lost their mother

and they need to have a funeral.

It's a lot of people and they need a church and a reception hall,

basically all day Saturday.

I don't know if there's anything you could do to help.

100%. Anything you need, it's yours.

It's... It's this Saturday.

I don't know if that gives you much time...

Saturday, it's yours.

All day, all night, until Sunday services. No charge.

Okay. Um, well, Eric, thank you.

That's really sweet of you.

I like what you've done with the place.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Thanks.

Yeah, I painted it.

- Marie Kondo'd some shit. - You do that now? That's good.

Let me walk you out.

Yeah, um... Hey, um, thank you.

I'm here for you. You know that, right?

Yeah, I know.

I shouldn't have done that.

- Oh, well. - Bye.

God.

What the fuck?

- Hi, Ms. Curtis. - Oh. Hey, Shay.

- Uh, is Edward home? - Uh, I don't know.

I just got home from work.

- So you haven't talked to him? - No. What's up?

He had a rough day.

Wanna come inside?

Uh, no. I don't think so.

But I think you should maybe talk to him.

Shay, what happened?

He bounced from Miss Wheaton's social studies class,

like, out the door, in the middle of class,

and he was all hot and bothered.

And he's not answering any of my texts which is, like, unusual.

Shit.

- Shit. - Um, Ms. Curtis?

Uh-huh?

Could you ask him to let me know he's okay?

Yes, I will. I will.

All right. Take care, Shay. I'll let you know.

Thank you.

Yeah?

Hey.

Hey.

Feel like talking?

What happened today?

I don't know.

Shay said that you, um, left class early.

I'm not mad. Seriously.

If school's not working out, we can figure something else out.

I just want you to be okay with whatever we decide to do.

I-I like this school. I just... I just got a bit hot.

Oh, honey. You have a... Do you have a fever?

No, I don't have a fever.

Okay. Okay.

What can I do for you, hon?

Nothing. I'm fine. Really.

I'll come down later.

Okay. All right.

You don't need to worry about me.

It's funny, the things that I've been remembering about your mom.

Little things from, like, years ago.

I had this one memory from when I was, like, six,

which must have made her nine.

It was Halloween, and I was a panda bear...

... and she was this belly dancer.

And she had the most incredible sheer costume,

with the midriff showing and a veil.

I don't know, maybe it would be super politically incorrect today.

I'm not sure.

But she could even belly dance a little bit,

because of course she could.

She could do anything.

And there I was, this dumb little panda.

Your granddad was taking pictures of us

before we went trick-or-treating,

and suddenly I decided I wanted her costume so bad.

I wanted to be a belly dancer, and I was furious that she was.

Of course, her costume wouldn't even fit me, and our mom was like,

"Lacey, shut up, you're a panda. Let's go get some candy."

But I threw a fit, and our dad

had to take me upstairs until I finished crying.

But the next day, I walked into my room,

and Janey had left the costume on my bed.

I remember how nicely folded it was.

The red and yellow sheer material

with these little bells around the waist.

And it was mine now.

She had given it to me.

I loved how nicely folded it was. I never even put it on.

I just kept it in a drawer, and I would... I would pat it.

I loved how it felt. I loved how it felt having it.

I loved that she had thought to give it to me.

Your mother was fucking awesome, Edward.

That is the truth. That is the takeaway here.

And that is the truth

that will never, ever go away.

Hi.

T, right?

- Mm-hmm. - Dee Dee. How's your day going?

- It's all right. - Good.

Um...

so my husband, Charles... I know you knew him as Ch-Charlie.

Uh, I bought him a Rolex watch for his 50th birthday.

It's an... It's an Oyster Perpetual Rolex.

It cost $7,000, and I want you to take it.

You can keep it or pawn it. I don't care. It doesn't matter.

What?

Well, Charles helped you, right?

Yeah. Um, he did.

So, good. I'm glad.

And, you know, you can consider this his parting gift, you know?

Also, could I get a small chicken biryani?

I haven't eaten in three days. I'm fucking starving.

Yeah.

♪ How great thou art ♪

Thank you.

♪ When through the woods ♪

♪ And forest glades I wander ♪ ♪ And hear the birds ♪

♪ Sing sweetly in the trees ♪

♪ When I look down ♪

♪ From lofty mountain grandeur ♪

♪ And hear the brook ♪

♪ And feel the gentle breeze ♪

♪ Then sings my soul ♪ ♪ My savior God, to thee ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ Then sings my soul ♪

♪ My savior God, to thee ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

♪ How great thou art ♪

Hi.

Hey, you.

What do you think, hon?

Can you spin? Can you spin?

How'd you find me?

Uh... I remember a while back,

Brent mentioning that he had met a girl

who fixed pianos in Long Island City.

So, that narrowed it down.

Mmm.

Okay, well, you should go.

Okay, wait. Hey, I'm not a bad person.

I had issues with my brother, but he was an addict.

I know he was.

And he cleaned himself up. But you didn't care.

He stole from my parents.

He pushed my dad up against a wall.

He broke our mother's heart again and again.

I had to protect them. And so I had to cut him loose.

He tried to make peace with you.

You blew him off.

I know I did.

If I could go back and change things...

Look...

we can coexist in group therapy together if you want that.

I think it's a good thing.

Just know, if we're there together, I might distance myself from you.

'Cause seeing you is like seeing some bizarro Brent,

and it just freaks me out.

But if you wanna go, I think that you should.

We all gotta do what we gotta do.

What?

I... I was beginning to worry.

You okay?

So you finally shed your skin.

Yeah. I guess.

It doesn't fit me.

I don't think it ever will.

This was my brother's jacket.

Um...

I wanted you to have it.

What? Why?

I think it'd look better on you.

Maybe you could put it on your Derby dummy.

I think he needs a new coat.

Is it still drenched in your sweat?

No. My, uh... My aunt steamed it.

Thoroughly.

Of course.

Thanks.

I don't know who I am.

Join the club.

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