We can sit here all day if you like.
Why did you do it, Edward?
It's not rhetorical. I need an answer.
Why did you push a piano down the stairs?
I wanted to hear what it sounded like.
- Is this a joke to you? - No.
Good, because it's not funny.
We have protocols at this school,
to safeguard against the likes of an active shooter,
terrorism, the outbreak of a virus.
Things I never thought I'd have to prepare for as an administrator.
But what I don't have a protocol for is a student shoving a piano down a stairwell.
I'll pay for a new piano.
- This isn't about that. - What is it about then?
It's not about a piano.
Look at me.
You've been through a lot.
Nobody's gonna hold this against you.
But that's only because you got lucky, and nobody was hurt.
You could have killed someone.
But I didn't.
I didn't kill or hurt anyone.
In fact, I made sure no one was on the stairs when I pushed it.
Why did you push it?
Edward, you're probably the smartest student at this school,
which is why I feel I can be forthright with you.
We're going to work together with your family and our school psychologist,
and we're going to find the right educational environment for you.
But you won't be attending Riverview any longer.
I'm sorry, okay?
I'm calling your aunt and Dr. Barlow, our school psychologist.
You're going to chat with her.
Edward.
It's Mrs. Foster's birthday. Someone brought in a sheet cake.
Do you want a piece?
Yes, please.
What is this, Sam?
It doesn't mean anything.
It doesn't mean anything? What the fuck is going on?
We just need to calm down--
- Are you gay? - No.
So, you're bi then?
Can you just tell me what the fuck is happening here?
Sam.
Who's gonna take me to the dentist?
I am, Geena-bean. Say goodbye to Daddy.
- Goodbye, Daddy. - Bye, sweetie.
- Sienna. - I'll talk to you later.
Linda.
Sweetie, we're late.
Knock, knock.
Are you up?
Honey.
We gotta roll.
I feel like shit.
Are you okay? Are you sick?
I don't know, but I don't think I can get out of bed.
- Is it physical or is it emotional? - I don't know.
Okay.
All right.
Well, if you're not physically ill,
sometimes it's better to just get up out of bed and get your day started.
I've been feeling super gutted lately.
And today, I got up very early, and I went to the river, and it--
Well, that is great for you, but not everyone's you.
What does that mean?
It means that sometimes I just wanna lay in bed and feel like shit
and play games on my phone, and it's actually not a crime.
I never said that it was. If that's what you think you wanna do--
- It is. - Okay.
- If that's okay. - It is-- Of course it's okay.
- Are you sure that you feel okay? - I'm fine.
Oh, God. Better-- It's Edward's school.
Hello.
Yes, this is Lacey. He did what?
So nice to meet you. I'm Adriana Washington.
So I say to you, get out and vote tomorrow.
Vote for this city. Vote for this district.
Vote for your own peace of mind.
Because the time is now for real,
sustainable changes in housing, affordable rent.
And I am here to tell you
that I will be there for you every step of the way.
- You got somewhere to be? - Maybe.
- Ms. Washington? - Hi, I'm Adriana. Nice to meet you.
Tomorrow is the election. She's very busy.
She said she would say goodbye.
We can do a video chat from the airport.
What are you drawing?
I'm leaving this for her.
Oh, Becks. This is nice.
We will see her again, you know?
Maybe.
I can imagine they'll be--
There's gonna be an issue now--
Linda?
Call 911.
Okay.
Call 911!
Oh, God.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
- Bye. - Hey, hold my hand.
Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.
Eddie.
...brace position. Lean forward...
- Hi. What happened? - Ms. Curtis.
- Where is he? - So, we have a slight problem.
Okay.
Okay, just so I unders-- He disappeared?
What does that mean? Did he w-- Into thin air?
Did he walk through a wall?
We believe he went out the window.
He went out the window?
We're on the ground floor, of course.
So you're telling me that in the last hour,
Edward pushed a piano down the stairs,
and then he jumped out of a window?
What are you doing about that?
It's him. This is him. This is Edward. Right now.
Hello. Hi. Honey, where are you?
Is this Lacey Curtis?
Yes. Who is this?
I'm calling from All Saints Hospital on behalf of Linda Stollen.
Is this her next of kin?
Linda?
- Dee Dee. - Milo.
- What are you doing here? - I just need to speak to you very briefly.
You need to make an appointment.
- Oh, shoot. - Yeah.
Oh, no. Okay, two minutes? I mean, I came all the way over.
Do you mind? Real quick.
- Come on. Yeah. - Oh, thank you.
- This is nice. - Yeah, we try.
So, you see people one-on-one?
Yeah. That's my job.
I'd be happy to set up an appointment for you,
if that's something you'd like.
I thought we were your only clients.
The grief group? Nah. I have other people I see.
Dee Dee, what's this about?
Oh, well, our next session is our last session.
Yeah. I'm aware of that.
So we need to have a party.
That would be very unusual for a support group.
Listen, Milo, I'm no expert on mental health,
but what I do know is that when you bring a group of people together,
and they share something, and then they meet for one last time
there should be a party.
And what's that entail?
- Snacks. Punch. Cupcakes. Party stuff. - Okay. Yeah, that's fine.
- That's good. Yeah. - Yay. That's great.
Do you have discretionary funds or whatever,
you know, from, like, the airline?
- For snacks and punch? - Yeah.
No. But yeah.
- Here's $40, okay? - Thank you.
- Okay. Yeah. - Thank you.
I also-- I wanted to say that this group,
this experience, for me, has been very helpful.
So thank you.
Thank you. I mean, you're welcome.
I wish it didn't have to end.
- I know. - Why does it have to end?
Well-- I mean, you know, there are other avenues you can take
to continue your healing process, and...
Well, I don't want other avenues.
I mean, I want this group. I like this group.
This is our group,
and I think we share something pretty fucking unique, you know?
Yeah. You do.
- And yet it has to end. - Yeah.
Why? Because the airline stopped subsidizing it,
'cause they've already legally covered their fucking asses? Like--
That is a valid take.
What do you think about that?
I think it fucking sucks.
I think it's cruel what they're doing to you.
But...
I'm not allowed to say that, so...
Well, I appreciate your candor.
Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah.
It was that guy who was at the garage sale.
Yeah, that's who it is.
- His name is Vernon. - His name is Vernon? And?
Nothing happened.
So you didn't have sex with him?
- No. - Are you sure?
Sienna, I'm--
What about Ben?
Is there more to tell?
Sienna...
Just fucking tell me. Please.
You owe me that much.
Ben...
Ben was the first person that I ever loved.
Nothing much ever really happened.
We were young.
We flirted. We kissed a couple of times.
So you knew.
Y-- Before you even met me. You knew.
I love you. I chose you.
You got to make a choice, Sam. I didn't.
Because you didn't give me the dignity of letting me make that choice with you.
Sienna, I love you more than--
No. Fuck you, Sam! Fuck you!
Still no word.
Do you wanna tell me about what happened at school today?
I pushed a piano down the stairs.
Yeah, you did.
Why did you do that, Edward?
I wanted to hear what it sounded like.
- This isn't a joke. - I'm not laughing.
I need something better than "you wanted to hear what it sounded like."
I don't know why I do anything.
I mean, I can't tell you why I did something if I don't--
if I don't know why I did it.
Why do you care anyway?
Why do I care?
I mean, Linda's dying. Her baby might die.
Nobody's dying.
- Everybody is going to be fine. - You don't know that.
Nobody knows that.
Nobody's just gonna be fine. We're all gonna die.
- You need some dinner? - I'm not hungry.
I'm gonna call your uncle John.
I'm gonna have him come pick you up.
- You guys are divorced. - We're not divorced.
We're separated. And he's still your uncle.
I mean, he's still my husband,
and for all intents and purposes, no matter how dysfunctional,
we are still a family.
And everything, Edward, everything is gonna be okay.
Everything is going to be okay.
I'm gonna call your uncle John.
Thank you for agreeing to do this with me.
Why are you so obsessed with these fucking dumplings anyway?
Well, our nainai made these for us when we stayed with her one winter,
and Brent and I were very happy there, so...
- So, you're recapturing the magic. - Exactly.
You know making dumplings is probably not gonna make you feel better.
Yeah, probably not.
It's Dee Dee. Hi, Dee Dee.
Hi.
Milo asked me to throw a party for our last grief group tomorrow.
You know, first I thought maybe I'd do something simple,
like, you know, punch and cupcakes.
And then I thought, maybe we should give it some variety.
You know, lean into it. So I'm making my
stuffed Roma tomato appetizer, which is unparalleled.
I think that we should do something that reflects
the cultural diversity of the group. Which is where you come in.
So, you want me to bring something ethnic?
Your word, not mine.
Right.
Well, for good or ill, I will bring soup dumplings.
- Okay, look, I gotta go. Bye-bye. - Wait. Steve? Wait--
What are we doing here?
- I came to make dumplings. - Don't be cute.
No, I'm not. I swear. I promise, I came to make dumplings.
- Why are you here? - To make these.
No.
No. Why are you here?
Look at me. Why?
I don't know.
I know why. It's the same reason why I let you come over here.
Why are you here?
I want to hear you say it.
- Are you hungry? - No.
I got more of that party mix.
You know, the big plastic barrel
with the Cheetos and the pretzels and shit.
This one's, like, bottomless.
You're not gonna ask me why I did it?
Look, dude, I did way stupider shit when I was a kid, you know?
So, I'm not really-- Or why?
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
No. I get it.
When I was 15 my folks split-up.
I used to steal lightbulbs from our house,
and I'd smash 'em up against the side of our garage.
And when my Dad found out where all the lightbulbs were going,
he made me go see this shrink.
And the shrink was, like, asking me, you know, "Why are you doing that?"
And I was like, "Dude, I don't know." And I didn't. And I don't.
I just liked breaking things.
I liked the way it sounded.
Yeah, exactly.
I wanted to hear it.
Right?
You know, I'm supposed to be dead.
Hey. No, you're not.
I was supposed to die on that plane.
Before we took off, Jordan had the window seat...
But I wanted it.
So we rock, paper, scissored for it, and he did rock, and I did paper.
So, I got his seat.
But it was his seat.
Jordan should have lived, not me.
I'm not supposed to be here.
The only reason I am is because paper covers rock.
You got no electricity and it's flooding? That's-- Yeah, no, I mean, that's--
I'm gonna have to look at it, but that sounds like
you got two separate issues hitting at once.
Yep. Perfect storm. All right.
All right.
My dude.
I am gonna have to run across campus and deal with an emergency.
You're probably gonna stay here.
I got, you know, Internet. Got video games.
Got the complete works of J.R.R. Tolkien in paperback, if that's your thing.
You good to chill here while I'm gone?
Yeah.
Sorry, man. Honestly, most nights, I sit here and I do jack shit.
It's, like, of course, the one night I got company,
I'm running around putting out fires.
Soda's in the fridge. You got snacks.
You're good.
Yeah. I'm good.
Edward, listen.
You know, for what it's worth,
rock, paper, scissors is a binding contract.
And anyone who plays understands that.
So, the minute you beat Jordan, that seat became yours.
You're supposed to be here.
...water rafting that we could also do. If it's--
How far is it? Like, an hour?
I think so.
- Hi, Lucy. - Mrs. Cameron. Hey.
- Mom, what the fuck? - Hi, girls. Hi, Zoe.
- How are you? - Hi.
- Do you want ramen? - No, she doesn't want ramen.
- What are you doing here? - What am I supposed to do?
You don't respond to any of my texts.
Well, maybe you should take that as an indication
that I don't want to communicate with you right now.
- Well, I do. - Well, of course you do.
It's all about Dee Dee, always.
- Can we speak privately? - No, we can't. But, can you go?
Fine. Then I'm gonna tell you what I need to tell you right here.
- Can you leave? - I failed you as a mother.
- Oh, shut up! - Because, listen.
- I was too focused on appearances. - Here?
On appearances and on looking like this perfect family,
instead of focusing on you and what you needed.
- You were such a fragile little girl. - Mom, not here, okay?
And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to tell you how sorry I am.
Will you just hear me out, please?
Okay.
Your father failed you too.
We failed each other.
He and I both. We just failed in every aspect of our stupid lives.
And he hurt me. He hurt us.
When he went to LA, Zoe, he met someone.
What?
A man who he cared about.
- Cared about how? - He-- It was a man that he loved.
- Mom, what are you saying? - He loved a man.
I know. I know it's hard. It's hard to hear.
I've been so angry. I've been so fucking raw and angry.
But here's the thing. He was underwater. He was just trying to survive.
What I need you to know is you and me, Zoe, honey,
we're still alive, and we can still change.
We don't have to keep making the same mistakes
over and over and over again.
Should we, like, go?
- Shut up, Lucy. - Sorry.
I've been doing this grief group, you know?
This group therapy. And it's been great.
- Yeah, Mom, it sounds like it. - No. It's great.
And our last session is tomorrow, and I'm throwing a party.
Because even though I may never see any of those people again,
which really scares me 'cause I've really grown to rely on them,
I know that I'm gonna change.
In a way, they kinda replaced your father for me.
Like, I-- They helped me to know who I am without him.
And so, even though I know it's gonna be hard,
I know that I can change.
I can change and be a better mother.
I can change and be a better person.
And I promise you that.
- Okay? - Okay.
I love you, sweetheart.
Bye, girls. Lucy, I'm sorry I snapped.
- Oh, hey. - I'm here.
Mama, ready to see your baby?
Sorry. In the NICU, I can only take the mother inside.
Okay. I'll be right out there.
- Hey. - Hey.
I love you, Sam. And I don't wanna fucking lose you.
But I need to know that you are one hundred percent in.
I don't want an open marriage. I don't wanna have to share you.
I don't wanna have to worry every single day
that maybe you might want someone else or something else.
So you need to decide, Sam.
You need to decide what you want your life to be.
I need your ID and boarding pass, please.
Boarding pass?
I think this is--
Sir, are you Kojo Ansah?
- Yes. - Come with me, please, sir.
- What is this about? - Come with me.
Next in line. I need your boarding pass, please.
My boarding pass is on my phone.
You can just show me.
Yep. That's fine.
What is the problem, please? All my papers are up to date.
- Adriana! - Hi, guys.
I'm so sorry. I just-- I had to see you.
You have this much power as a congressional candidate?
Nah, me and Ade when to grade school. I always got her back.
Thank you.
- I'll leave you alone. - Thank you.
I made you a drawing.
I know. And I love it so much.
I can make you another one.
Really? Okay. Go for it.
So, is this the part of the movie where you stop me at the gates
and declare your love and tell me to stay?
- Maybe. - Or...
is it the part where you join us on the flight,
and we go off to Ghana and live happily ever after?
I haven't seen that movie.
It's a good one.
The election is tomorrow.
- Are you going to win? - Natalie seems to think so.
Of course.
I will draw you a map. Give me your hand.
- Okay, so this is Accra, your hand. - Okay.
And where your palm ends here, is the ocean.
Here is our neighborhood of Labone.
And here is where we live. Our home.
My father and my uncle built this home slowly over several years.
They began before I was born.
I finally completed the southern wing myself after 20 years.
In this house, my mother lives with my sisters,
two nieces and four nephews. Some are here. Some are away.
Some are Becks's age.
Everyone has been following your campaign with great interest.
Here, this is where I raise pigeons.
You raise pigeons?
They are not like the pigeons here. They are exquisite.
And in this room here, this is where Becks will stay.
And this room, this is my room.
And should there come a day,
tomorrow or the day after or the year after,
where you desire to see this little corner of the world,
you come here.
Now I know where to find you.
I love you.
I love you too.
Medo wo.
Dear Edward, my wife was on the same flight as you.
I don't know how to go on.
I don't know how you're doing it.
I'm sorry for what happened to you.
I have three girls. Ellie, Emma and Eve.
My name is Jingyang Yao. I live in Tianjin, China.
I was sad when I heard about what happened to you,
and I would like to be your friend.
Dear Eddie,
I was wondering if you saw my daughter on the flight.
I hope you don't mind. I included a picture.
It is such a joy to learn of you.
Some might say that your story is one of sadness, but it is not sad at all.
It is an incredible example of God's grace and his mercy.
When I dropped her off at the airport,
I grabbed her face and I kissed her three times on the nose.
That's how we used to say goodbye.
For it is he who chose to save your life.
It is he who chose to spare you.
Ellie's just about a year and a half. She keeps asking for her mama.
She doesn't understand what it means to die.
They say ghosts linger when they have unfinished business.
Dear Edward, did you see my grandpa on the flight? He was seat 12C.
All I wanted to remember him by was his watch.
Dearest "Edward", aka Randall Timothy Wakeshire. LOL.
That's right. I know who you are. I've seen your real birth certificate.
I've seen the evidence. Watched the documentaries on YouTube.
I know the truth. We know who you really are.
Dear Eddie, I'm writing to you because I knew your brother, Jordan.
Well, more than knew.
I don't know if he ever told you about me. He said he never told anyone.
But maybe you weren't just anyone. Jordan was my boyfriend.
He was the first person I ever loved.
Endured apocalypse Inhaled in hell
When you take out all the E's and D's in Eddie Adler,
you're left with "liar"! You think we weren't gonna notice that?
Have you gotten my other letters? I'm worried.
I've been writing you every day now and still nothing.
I read that your seat was 15A.
She was just a few rows back in 20B.
Maybe you saw her on the way to the bathroom.
Dear Edward, I'm going to die today.
I'm going to run my parents' car in the garage until I suffocate.
Dear Edward
Do you have any pets?
If you could, tell Ellie her mother loved her so much.
You special boy.
Be faithful! Be glad.
It is in his name that you were granted this life.
I tried leaving a normal suicide note, but I couldn't do it.
I can't do anything normal. I can't do anything.
How come you got to live?
I know you don't mean to be selfish, but you are.
- I miss my wife. - I want my daughter back.
I didn't even know him.
Praise be unto the Lord our God.
Edward! Wake up!
- I'll love him till the day I die. - Edward!
Edward.