[psychedelic song playing]
[school bell rings]
[song continues, distorted]
[students chattering, laughing, distorted]
Hey. You okay? It's fine. Okay?
You're fine. Come on.
[student] Hey, look who it is. Miracle Boy! [chuckles]
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.
[chattering, laughing continue]
[distorted ticking]
[song ends]
[jet engine roaring]
Representative.
No-- Representative!
[groans] 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.
[stammers] 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.
[stammers] 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.
[inhales deeply]
Um, and is he…
Who is he?
He's cool, I guess.
Um… [stammers, sighs]
Were Evan and Charles-- Ch-Charlie,
uh, romantically…
[sighs]
I'm trying to figure out if my husband was gay.
[stammers] I never asked.
He had nice linens though, so… [chuckles] …could be an indicator.
Right.
[smacks lips] But as far as you know, though, Charles and Evan were not…
All I know… [chuckles] …uh,
is that they helped me get an interview at Bollywood Bites, which is my job.
So… [inhales sharply] …I'm late.
-[Dee Dee] Oh. -[chuckles]
-Bye. -[Dee Dee] Bye.
[sighs]
[Lacey] After I got to 200, I lost count.
[John] 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. [sighs]
-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. [chuckles]
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?
Yeah.
[Lacey] All right.
Listen, we're both doing the best we can here, Lace.
[exhales sharply]
[breathes deeply]
Why is everyone writing to him?
Because he survived.
[door closes]
-[tapping] -[muttering]
[message send notification]
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. -[Kojo] Becks, sweetie.
Come on. Let's go. We are late for school. Come on.
-Ah, good day, madam. -[Becks] Bye!
Where's your bag? Okay, good. [breathing heavily]
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. [chuckles] Uh, you met my housemates.
[Natalie] 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.
[Natalie] 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.
-[students chattering] -Becks… [breathes deeply]
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? [inhales sharply]
I don't know.
Can I tell you a secret?
[inhales sharply]
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.
[group member] If I had words for this, I would share them.
I promise you, I would. But I don't-- I don't have any.
[exhales sharply]
And it's like… [sighs]
…without words or some kind of vocabulary,
I don't really know how to feel.
I haven't cried yet.
[sighs, stammers]
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.
[Milo inhales deeply] Yeah.
What the fuck?
What are you doing here?
[stammers] 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? [stammers] Am I in the wrong place?
Okay.
[group member huffs]
["You Need Me" playing on car stereo]
[chattering]
-[door opens] -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.
[Lacey] 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. -[Lacey] All right.
I mean, obviously not that.
-[Lacey] All right. -[Shay] Bye. Thank you, Ms. Curtis.
You're welcome, Shay.
[grunts]
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.
[inhales sharply] 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.
[receptionist] 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? [chuckles] -Hi.
I'm sorry about what I said about kombucha.
Okay, so this is a safe space. Can we be safe?
[stammers] Absolutely. Yes.
-Come in. -[chuckles] 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.
[stammers] Uh, yes. I got that. Sorry, sorry.
[stammers] It's okay. Um, you'll-- you'll get used to it.
[inhales deeply] 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. [chuckles]
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.
[stammers]
But yes, I-I believe he was exploring his sexual identity.
Was he exploring with Evan?
Um…
[clicks tongue] 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.
[Jordan] Pop the collar.
Good. [inhales sharply] 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.
[sighs]
["Do My Thing" playing]
[song continues]
[song ends]
Hey. Hey!
-You need to stop coming here. -[sighs]
-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.
[sighs]
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. -[scoffs]
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.
[Amanda sighs]
-You are so cool. -[chuckles]
[Linda] You okay?
[Amanda] I don't even know.
[Lacey] My sister knew how to hot-wire a car.
-[grief group member chuckles] -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.
[support group members laugh]
My entire life, the governing emotion I had towards my sister was…
[swallows]
…jealousy.
[Lacey cries, sniffs]
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-- [chuckles]
Like one of those people who drops into your life and…
[Lacey exhales shakily]
…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?
[swallowing]
Mmm.
[Milo] Sam.
[Lacey sniffles]
Thank you. Uh…
It was-- it was nice hearing your thoughts today.
-[chuckles] -[Milo] Very good.
[Shay] 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.
[both chuckling]
-Whoa! -[both chuckling]
Damn, you got me. Oh, no. You okay? [squeals]
[breathing heavily]
Okay, sweetie. Time for bed. Did you brush your teeth?
-Yes. -Are you sure?
Show me.
Mmm. Okay, good. [chuckles]
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.
[chuckles]
She would love it.
Akua would love this.
[Kojo] 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.
[stammers] It was only just determined we'd do this.
You know, in Ghana, our funerals are very festive.
-[Adriana] 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.
[exhales sharply]
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?
[stammers] Um, Kojo, that place is-- It's kind of, um--
-It's a trash heap. -It's a dump.
[both laugh]
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… [inhales sharply] …I think I have a place that would be perfect.
[sighs, chuckles]
-You are too kind, Adriana. -Oh, it's fine.
O-Okay, uh, so I will go to bed.
-Yeah, um, good night. [chuckles] -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. -[whispers] 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. -[students laugh]
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--
-[students laugh] -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?
-[imitates cat meowing] -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.
[mouths] Take it off.
[breathing heavily]
-Dude! -Edward.
-[breathing heavily] -[Miss Wheaton] Edward!
Gorgeous, isn't it?
Are you-- Are you Evan?
Yes.
[chuckles]
I'm-- I'm Dee Dee. Charles's wife.
Why don't we talk in my office?
All right.
[Evan] 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… [inhales deeply]
…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.
[Dee Dee sighs]
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.
[clicks tongue] I was in rehab for a while.
He helped me.
I helped him. We propped each other up.
[inhales, exhales]
What do you mean you propped each other up?
Eventually, we had a sexual relationship.
[swallows]
[clears throat]
[chuckles] The last thing I ever thought I would be is a home-wrecker.
["Brilliant Disguise" playing]
I wouldn't give yourself so much credit.
It was a lot more than you that wrecked our home.
[song continues]
[Charles] ♪ 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? ♪
[strumming guitar]
♪ And now look at me, baby ♪
♪ I'm struggling to do everything right ♪
♪ And then it all falls apart ♪
-[grunts] -[glass shatters]
[exhales deeply]
Adriana.
-Hello, Reverend. [chuckles] -[chuckles]
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.
[Reverend] She basically raised me. [inhales sharply]
I know.
Special woman.
Yeah.
[Reverend sighs]
-And now you're doing it. -[chuckles]
-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. [chuckles]
Thought it'd be a little later down the line. But…
Life happens.
[inhales deeply] Always does. [sighs]
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. [inhales sharply]
-[Adriana sighs] -I'm really glad you called.
[inhales sharply] 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.
[stammers] Yeah. Yeah, you're right.
[inhales deeply] Uh, well. [clears throat]
[smacks lips] 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.
[chuckles] 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.
[sighs]
I like what you've done with the place.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Thanks. -[chuckles]
Yeah, I painted it.
-Marie Kondo'd some shit. [chuckles] -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. [inhales shakily]
[breathing heavily]
I shouldn't have done that. [sighs]
-Oh, well. -[chuckles] Bye.
[whispers] God.
[car horns honking]
[huffs]
What the fuck?
[Adriana sighs]
-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. [breathes deeply]
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?
[Lacey] 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.
[Shay] Thank you.
["Prayer" playing]
-[knock on door] -Yeah?
[Lacey] Hey.
[Edward] Hey.
[Lacey] Feel like talking?
What happened today?
[Edward] I don't know.
[Lacey sighs]
[inhales sharply] 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.
[stammers] 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.
[Lacey breathes heavily]
[inhales sharply] What can I do for you, hon?
Nothing. I'm fine. Really.
I'll come down later.
[Lacey] Okay. All right.
[inhales deeply]
[sighs, inhales deeply]
You don't need to worry about me.
[Lacey chuckles]
It's funny, the things that I've been remembering about your mom.
[inhales deeply] Little things from, like, years ago.
[chuckles]
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… [chuckles]
…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.
[chuckles, inhales deeply]
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.
[Dee Dee] Hi.
-[T chuckles] -T, right?
-Mm-hmm. -Dee Dee. How's your day going?
-It's all right. [chuckles] -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. [chuckles]
So, good. I'm glad.
And, you know, you can consider this his parting gift, you know?
[chuckles]
Also, could I get a small chicken biryani?
I haven't eaten in three days. I'm fucking starving.
Yeah. [chuckles]
[choir] ♪ How great thou art ♪
[Dee Dee] Thank you.
[choir] ♪ 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 ♪
♪ Then sings my soul ♪
♪ My savior God, to thee ♪
♪ How great thou art ♪
[church-goers sniffling, crying]
[Adriana sniffs]
[softly] Hi.
[Kojo sobs]
[drums beating]
[funeral attendees chattering]
["Alhaji" playing]
[Adriana] Hey, you.
What do you think, hon?
Can you spin? Can you spin?
[knocking]
How'd you find me?
Uh… [sighs] …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.
[Steve] 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.
["Astral Jacket" playing]
[knocking on door]
What?
[Shay] I-- I was beginning to worry.
You okay?
[sighs]
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.
[chuckles]
[inhales sharply] Is it still drenched in your sweat?
No. My, uh-- My aunt steamed it.
Thoroughly.
[chuckles] Of course.
[inhales sharply]
Thanks.
[Edward sighs]
I don't know who I am.
Join the club.