02x11 - First Person

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April: Previously on Chasing Life.

And that camp for kids with terminal illnesses is beautiful.

Did he tell you, it might become a chain?

No!

Well, that's a longer term plan.

Where's the book, George?

I got rid of it.

(Yelping)

Thomas did want to end his life, 'cause he was sick...

And he wanted all of you to be taken care of...

And all he needed was my help.

You helped him k*ll himself?

George, what you did was basically m*rder.

April, Natalie's gone.

I can't believe a tree came through this window...

And I didn't even catch it on camera.

Um, that's what you don't believe from the other night?

Not Dad hiding a secret disease for 14 months?

Not a secret from everyone. George knew.

You guys, Dad was really good at keeping secrets.

We shouldn't be so surprised that there's so many of them, okay?

Right. Well, I hope Natalie's really good at keeping secrets, too.

Neither of you have heard from her?

No. She hasn't called or texted me back, but...

I mean, come on, she's not gonna like, go tell the cops or anything.

Well, she's been quiet on the social media front.

Is a Natalie who hasn't instagrammed in four days a Natalie we can trust?

Brenna: Whatever.

I'm going to go video chat with grandma, if her webcam is finally setup.

(Door opens, closes)

Hello! Hey!

I had to pick up pastries for Jaclyn's morning meeting.

I'm giving the Carvers first dibs.

Also, it's a bribe. I need to borrow your necklace...

You know, the one with the teardrop pearl.

(Sighs) We needed a couple c.c.'S of sugar, and the necklace is yours.

Perfect. I would've borrowed Natalie's ruby pendant, but she took that with her when she went gone baby gone.

You haven't heard anything from her, have you?

No. But her note said that she needed some distance from Boston.

You guys don't know what got her so riled up, do you?

Hmm?

No.

No idea.

But you know Natalie.

Well, yeah, she's no stranger to drama, but...

To skip town and right before our rent is due...

I'm sure there's a good explanation.

Oh! Hey, your window's fixed.

Now I can go back to checking my reflection while the rest of you are talking.

We should be happy our house got off so easy.

Did you hear what happened to Dominic?

No. Is his house okay?

(Theme music playing)

♪ You bet your soul, honey ♪
♪ you bet your soul ♪
♪ just right ♪
♪ you could stay all night and never wanna go home ♪
♪ 'cause we can't stop ♪

And upstairs, part of the roof caved in under the weight.

I can't salvage any of it.

(Camera clicking)

Oh, my God, Dom, I'm so sorry.

Are you gonna put the insurance money back into the house?

I'm still figuring that out.

Well, I'm no contractor, but I think it still shows promise.

And you know, I read somewhere actually that walls are overrated.

I think that was Outside magazine.

(Chuckles) Well, it's your call...

But this place obviously means something to you and it just...

Doesn't seem right to give up on it.

How are you doing?

Hmm?

The last time I saw you, you were a little...

Off.

Well, clearly...

Grief manifests itself in unpredictable ways.

I think we've put studio-54 April to bed, so to speak.

Which April do we get next?

I think writer April.

I've written two more chapters and a 22-page book proposal...

Single-spaced and...

Drum roll, please.

I've been sending it out to lit agents.

I've already got one meeting.

Nice.

I like writer April.

Can we keep her?

Only if someone helps her get published.

Dear literary agent...

A secret family, marriage...

Widowhood, a battle with cancer.

My story is one of...

Life-shaking events told through a highly-personal lens.

(Grunts)

Feel good hit of the year.

(Knock on door)

Oh, Ruthie, hi!

Come in. How are you?

Good.

Oh, um, yeah, I'm just waving a syringe around.

Be careful with that stuff.

They'll take away your tour de France wins.

It's for a new clinical trial. Just...

Gotten way too comfortable using it around the house.

It's totally fine.

I'm here about one of Leo's projects.

The camp he was building.

Is everything okay with it?

Yeah, it's totally fine, actually...

We're having a preview event in a couple of days and...

We all thought if you want to and there is no pressure, but...

Maybe you'd like to cut the ribbon at the grand opening ceremony...

And say a little something about Leo?

I'd love to.

You would?

That's so great to hear.

Joaquin: It's bizarre.

Your life essentially stops, but everyone else's keeps going.

Listen, I am thrilled I am in remission...

And I could not be more grateful, but it also feels like...

My cancer tied a rope around my waist...

And can yank me back whenever it wants to.

I see a lot of people nodding.

I totally get it.

You never really feel in the clear.

As I got better, my mother got worse.

Non-Hodgkin's. I was told I was in remission the day after her funeral.

So how does that loss affect you in a day-to-day way?

Uh, well...

I started back up at work this week.

Super-cool graphic design firm. I love it.

But then someone will ask how I'm doing and I wonder...

"How much truth do you really want?

"Do you want to hear about my dead mother and my deep fears of getting sick again?"

Or do I just say, "it's all good, bro"?

I bet I can guess which one has worked best.

Yeah, no kidding.

But it also feels gross, you know? Dishonest.

People don't want to hear the truth though, even if they say they do.

Well, April, exactly what do you mean when you say "people don't want to hear the truth"?

I don't know, I just...

I feel like sometimes ignorance really can be bliss.

Wait, so you haven't read any of it?

I got caught up in family stuff.

What happened?

Um, just fill me in on the story.

Okay. Hamlet's uncle kills his dad and gets with his mom...

So Hamlet whines for a little while.

It's basically the lion king without Elton John and a happy ending.

Ow! That sounds totally insane.

I think that Hamlet should change his name and get the hell out of Denmark.

Shakespeare provokes strong feelings.

Brenna...

I know that you definitely want to buy a raffle ticket.

$5.

Thanks, but raffle tickets aren't on my vision board right now.

But don't you want to help Finn?

I'm raffling off my dad's court-side Celtics tickets...

To get him one of those cool blades like that inspirational runner.

I.e., the guy who m*rder*d his girlfriend?

He was only convicted on the lesser charge.

So do you want to buy a ticket to get Finn "back on track"?

I made that up.

Cute.

When were you gonna tell me?

Never, maybe?

I don't know. I don't love it.

Feels like Sydney's telling everyone to take pity on me.

Wearing the mask again doesn't really help.

You know, she's only doing this for her college applications.

Aw, I was your little pet project and now you have to share me.

I ran with William today...

And the only thing I could think to talk about was energy bars.

Well, I pumped Beth for clues about Natalie and couldn't tell her why.

Did you get anything from her?

Oh, she got in touch with Natalie's boss at the Charles...

And he said that she put her notice in via email the morning after the blizzard.

Did he know where she was going?

No.

Hey, stop acting like Natalie's trying to destroy us.

I mean, she's probably just blowing off some steam.

And there's a lot of steam, I'm sure, but if she talks to the wrong person...

She could do a lot of harm to this family.

And with April's trial going well...

There's still a part of me that needs to know where her donor is.

Even if I get to that step, there's still plenty of time.

And...

You know, it wasn't easy for us to hear what happened...

And I'm sure it was even harder for Natalie.

She was in Florida and had no idea George did what he did.

It was a messed up situation and George did the best he could.

I'm not sure it's that easy.

Well, if you have issues with him, fine.

Just don't let it interfere with my summer plans.

Brenna, I can't let you stay with George. I would assume you'd know that.

Of course.

Something goes wrong in the Carver family, so let's make Brenna suffer.

Why break the pattern now?

(Sighs)

I don't know what to do.

Honestly, I wish Brenna had not heard any of this.

She'll talk when she's ready.

(Door bangs shut)

Or...

Maybe she won't talk at all, like her father.

Dad knew what he was doing.

Sometimes when there's real pain, it's just...

Better to keep people at a distance.

April, I hate that. I hate hearing you accept what he did.

What other choice do I have?

When you were first diagnosed...

You kept it to yourself for as long as you could.

And now you're closing yourself off again. I saw it today.

We don't talk about therapy at home.

That was our agreement.

I can't let you deal with this fear alone.

Well, the fear is mine, Mom.

The pain is mine!

I'm trying to help you.

Well, I'm sorry, but you can't.

(Beth screaming)

Oh, my God!

Hey! (Gasping)

Why does my best friend sound like a Mariah Carey chorus?

Normally I find her quirks adorable, but this one's testing me.

I have this for you, too.

Whoa. Okay, thank you. Hi.

"Though many pieces felt like tired re-treads, this chic piece of vintage throwback...

"Proves that Jaclyn is still not only an artist, but an iconoclast."

But it's me! I'm an iconoclast!

A few weeks ago, Jaclyn said I could put one design in her show since it had 42 outfits...

And no one would ever notice, but they noticed!

They more than noticed, babe. They highlighted. They singled out.

My God! I am so damn proud of you.

(Device bleeps)

Oh, you just got an email from Jaclyn.

All it says is, "let's meet tomorrow to discuss your future at the company."

Oh, God. What if she saw that article?

What if she's angry and jealous and her blood sugar's low?

Or far more likely, she saw the write-up and wants to promote you.

Yeah, Beth, I think you're about to become a professional designer.

(Laughing excitedly)

Take that, project runway rejection letters.

Okay, look, just because she offers you something doesn't mean you have to take it.

Your design got the rave reviews. You have the leverage.

Right, she might just see you as an assistant who's grateful for any offer.

Exactly. It couldn't hurt to make her think that she's not your only option.

What do you mean, like, lie?

It's not lying. It's negotiating.

Speaking of, I've got to go convince a lit agent to sign me, and I'm going to use you...

As inspiration.

Good luck, honey.

Bye.

Negotiating's easy, babe.

It's like on that episode of Shark t*nk that we watched last week.

Yeah, we made out during that.

Right.

Thomas Carver's daughter. This is exciting.

And you've inherited his talents.

I was really grabbed by your story.

And before we dig in, I want to hear what your goals are for this book.

There are times during cancer and widowhood where you just feel so lost and I...

I really just hope my book can help people in similar circumstances...

Know they're not alone.

Exactly what I'd hope you'd say.

And for the millions that haven't gone through what you have...

This could generate some real understanding and empathy.

Should we discuss my notes?

Hmm?

I'd love to hear your... notes.

I'm worried about the second chapter.

The one about losing Leo.

I feel like your reporter voice is over-shadowing your memoirist voice.

I think you can dig deeper, and get more personal.

It is personal.

Not personal enough.

The reader needs to get under your skin, inside of your head.

I want to understand your pain, guilt, and anger in a first-person perspective.

Think Joan Didion, Mary Karr, or Cheryl Strayed.

Whose office is this?

(Sighs) Well, Valerie lets me borrow her office...

Because, technically, I'm still an assistant.

But the partners like me, and they said that if I sign a client and prove myself...

I'll move right up the ranks.

So you're not an actual agent?

Any day now, and I really would like to work with you.

I feel like we can learn a lot from each other.

Well, I'm still meeting with other people...

But this has been great, and I'll be in touch.

Look forward to hearing from you.

(Sighs)

Dominic: It's only your first meeting, you'll get others...

They'll be with real agents.

No one else has even gotten back to me yet.

It's 22 pages, single space. Give people time to read it.

Not really big on patience these days.

But, I am big on gifts.

I saw this on my way over...

And it seemed like good incentive not to give up on the house.

Wow! It's so official.

So adult.

Well, I figured since the inside doesn't look great...

At least the outside could be super-classy.

(Knocking on door)

April.

Danny.

Nice knocker.

Wow.

I needed someone to help me tear down a moldy drywall at the house.

So he called in the big g*ns.

Hmm. Small-to-medium sized g*ns.

We were thinking about hitting up trma night at the Charles tomorrow.

You should come... If you're still allowed inside.

Actually, I'll be in the Berkshires. I'm cutting the ribbon at Leo's camp.

That's opening already?

It's preview day.

Show prospective campers and their parents what they're in for.

Hey, why don't I volunteer write about it for The post?

It would be a story that actually inspires people...

Unlike all the other assignments I've gotten lately.

You're sick of writing concert reviews?

Raquel keeps making me check out bands with tumblr appeal.

They're all starting to blend together.

I mean, the more we can get word out about the camp, the better.

Guess it makes sense to carpool?

Yeah.

Pick you up around 8:00 A.M.?

I'll see you then.

Later, Gupta.

(Door shuts)

So you're gonna ditch trivia night for a fun, innocent day trip with your ex-girlfriend... to her dead husband's camp for sick kids.

That should be a totally normal experience.

(Kids playing)

Leo was very insistent there be a zip line. So we have three.

The man liked his heights and speeds.

Per his instructions, we also recreated the aggro crag on the east side of camp...

Although we had to disable the glitter explosions.

Environmental harm?

You're still good to say something?

It doesn't have to be anything long...

Just something from the heart about Leo.

Of course, no problem.

Hey, if you're not ready to speak, you don't have to.

Everyone would understand.

It's no big deal.

Everyone, please welcome April Carver.

(All cheering)

Thank you all for coming here today.

Leo wanted this camp to be something special...

And I think, if you look around you'll see his wish came true.

He believed in adventure, and I hope you all have a lot of them here.

If you only know one thing about Leo, it's...

It's...

I just want people to know that Leo...

Was a really good guy.

(Indistinct muttering)

Thanks.

Camp's open!

(All cheering)

Miss Carver, do you have an official statement on the mess hall?

I thought the neutropenic sundae bar was a nice touch.

How are you doing?

Being here in the land that Leo built?

I can't believe I just said he was a "really good guy."

I'll admit, it surprised me. Never has been your favorite meaningless phrase.

I was just...

I was looking out at those strangers' faces and...

They don't want my sincerity.

They don't want to hear how hard it is for me...

To swallow my pain and my secrets just to make it through the day.

You know, if I uncork everything that's going on in my head...

Everyone will end up just as miserable as I am.

Misery loves company.

I can handle it.

(Sighs)

I'm sorry, I just... I need to be alone right now.

Jaclyn: Yeah, I'll hold.

You know, I tried to do you a favor...

Putting your design in my show and you steal the spotlight?

You know, you make it all about you!

Oh, God, Jaclyn, I didn't mean to steal anything.

I am so grateful that you included my design. I mean, I can't thank you enough.

Okay, good. You're still humble.

Now, as you know, I find your design to be perfectly acceptable...

But the press, of course, it seems has found it just...

Transcendent.

So, investors love buzz, and you, for the moment, have created some for the label.

Well, anything for the label.

It's refreshing to hear you say that.

I want to reward your loyalty with a promotion...

To junior designer, what do you say?

I... I have to think about it.

You know? I mean, I do have some other offers on the table.

I need to get a sense of who values my talents.

Oh, really? Huh!

Who are these other offers?

Don't tell me Georgio, because I know he is in Ibiza till flag day.

Well, actually, I was just thinking I deserve a higher job title than junior designer.

Oh! Um...

Like associate executive...

Junior designer?

Well, yeah.

That job title doesn't exist.

So, no, you're out of your element here. What do you think about my original offer?

I think I want to be a junior designer.

Excellent. I will have the contract sent over to you by the end of the day.

Natalie: Lie, as the person whose existence he denied for years.

Sara: Hey!

(Knock on door)

Brenna: Well, technically, he didn't deny your existence.

No one asked him.

(Sighs) I know you've been avoiding me lately...

But I just wanted to show you these other summer film programs I found.

They're all just as good as Berkeley.

I'm going to Berkeley, and I'm staying with Uncle George.

April's loaded now. She can pay for it.

It's not about the money, Brenna, and you know it.

Look, we're all angry right now and after what you found out about your dad...

I wouldn't blame you for being mad.

I'm not mad.

I swear, I'm not. I'm just...

I don't know...

Confused.

Well, I understand that.

I mean, (Scoffs) I really do.

Yeah, like...

I've been reading about the symptoms of A.L.S.

How did you not notice any of them?

Well, I thought it was alcoholism, that's what it seemed like...

And that's what he wanted me to believe.

Well...

Maybe you should've been paying better attention.

I told that man...

That I would be with him in sickness and in health...

But he never gave me that chance.

He had no problem turning his back on me...

And on this whole family.

But if you need to blame me because I'm the one who's actually here...

Then I'll wear that target.

(Ducks quacking)

(Boy grunting)

Need a little help?

I had it under control, but if you insist.

Okay.

Here we go.

There we go.

How about you do the navigating while I row.

Teamwork. I like it.

You were married to the guy the camp's named after, right?

Leo Hendrie. Yeah.

Was he really a billionaire?

(Sighing) More or less.

So... he was like Batman?

Oh! Uh...

I guess there are some ways he was like Batman, I mean...

He didn't have a utility belt or anything...

But he was committed to truth, justice, and the American way.

That's Superman.

How can Superman be American? He's from another planet.

Batman's a good guy...

But sometimes he's kind of a mean good guy.

Leo wasn't a mean good guy.

He could be frustrating...

And he'd get angry for stupid reasons...

And jealous when he didn't need to be.

He would use sarcasm as a defense mechanism, all the time.

And he was a slob. Oh, my God.

So he wasn't a hero, then?

He was a man.

He was my man.

I'm sorry.

Sometimes, I only think about the annoying things...

Because it makes it hurt less...

(Voice breaking) And I just end up missing the annoying things as much as the good things.

And then I get angry...

Because every morning, for a few seconds...

(Sighing) I think that life's okay.

(Sniffles)

Then I remember I'm alone.

You're not alone. I'm here.

(Chuckles)

Thank you for that.

You are a good conversationalist.

Can't row a boat alone.

Did you see this? Clause 36-H?

Uh, I saw it.

Did I also read it and process it? Not entirely.

It's one of those extreme ownership...

And exclusivity clauses that they use in Silicon Valley.

Basically, any design that you create...

While working for Jaclyn is owned by Jaclyn.

Oh, well, I guess that seems fair, right?

No, but even if you design it for a friend or yourself, Jaclyn still owns it.

You have metric tons of creatmty in that mind of yours...

And Jaclyn gets to put her name on all of it, for the next five years.

No, wait, why do you even care so much?

We've only been dating for a month.

You don't have to read the fine-print on my paperwork.

If you want me to back off, I will.

But you're so amazing and you're so talented...

And I don't want you to come home from work five years from now...

To tell me that Jaclyn appropriated all your best ideas.

So, you, uh...

You picture us together in five years?

(Scoffs)

You make me so happy.

More than anyone I've ever met.

I want to be happy five years from now, too.

Let's tell Jaclyn what the next five years should look like.

All right.

(Sighs)

(Playing harmonica)

Girl's got lungs.

Hey! Oh!

And you've got, if I'm seeing it in the light correctly, something resembling a smile.

I just needed to be alone...

And then not alone...

Then even less alone.

You don't know this, but my dad he didn't talk about a lot. He kept a lot of secrets.

No, I do know.

I dated one of them.

I used to think that he was just doing it for us...

And maybe to some degree he was, but I think...

I think we would've all been happier if he'd have just let us into his life.

Like maybe you would've been...

When you were diagnosed?

Maybe.

I can't change what I did back then, that doesn't mean I have to repeat it.

Leo believed in living openly and I shouldn't give up on that just because he's gone.

I don't know what happened to you in the last few hours, but...

You should bottle it and sell it.

I went boating with a new friend.

It gave me some perspective.

Let me know if you have any leftover.

I could use some for my own life...

Big decision on the house, uninspired at my job.

I'd love a good life-coaching session.

Well, you know how I feel about the house.

As far as The post goes...

How many shows have you reviewed this year?

I don't know. Probably a hundred.

You want perspective?

Try experiencing it from the musician's point of view.

I've heard you mess around on the guitar. You're good.

(Laughs) I... come on, I...

I don't even have my guitar here.

Oh, my God! It's camp! Somebody has a guitar.

Come on, what have you got to lose?

Every day is supposed to be an adventure here.

Just don't play free fallin'.

Deal.

(All applauding)

Here's a guitar. Thank you.

Hello, everyone.

(All responding)

I don't normally do this, but a friend convinced me to.

So, this song is for that friend.

♪ Talking like we used to do ♪
♪ it was always me and you ♪
♪ shaping up and shipping out ♪
♪ check me in and check me out ♪
♪ do you like walking in the rain? ♪
♪ When you think of love, do you think of pain? ♪
♪ You will tell me what you see ♪
♪ but I will choose what I believe ♪
♪ well, hold on, darling ♪
♪ this body is yours, this body is yours and mine ♪
♪ well, hold on, my darling ♪
♪ this mess was yours, now your mess is mine ♪

(Vocalizing)

♪ Your mess is mine ♪

(All applauding)

Sydney: We've reached our halfway point!

Continue to donate and Finn Madill will be back on track in no time!

(Sighs) Okay. This stupid humiliation game has got to end.

I'm talking to her.

No. Please don't.

She's just trying to be nice, and I really do want that running blade.

Brenna! You want to double down on your donation?

Listen, Sydney, if you need community service to get into Middlebury...

Go read your magazines at a nursing home.

Stop turning my friend into a charity case.

Middlebury? What are you talking about, you psycho?

We all know that you're only doing this for your college apps.

This is not about my college applications.

So just what? Out of nowhere, you suddenly care about Finn?

I've known Finn for years. I've always liked him, okay?

Junior ball's coming up and... (Sighs) I want to be on his radar.

Wait, you like him?

Like, you like-like him?

Why do you care?

Wait... are you jealous?

(Laughs) Wow.

I mean, it makes sense you'd be into him.

You're probably into me, too.

You're like, bi or something, right?

(Students murmuring)

You bitch!

Natalie: You've reached Natalie. Learn how to text or leave me a message.

(Bleeps)

Hey, Natalie, it's Sara again, um...

I know you're probably getting sick of seeing my name on your phone...

But there's just a lot at stake here and...

I really want to protect this family.

I don't know what kind of mother would I be if I didn't?

Um, it seems like April's trial is working.

(Sighs) You know what? You can hate us...

That's fine.

But, at the end of the day, I'm just hoping that...

We all want the same things here.

(Sighs) Believe it or not, we do love you, Natalie.

Okay. Um...

(Phone ringing)

Natalie?

Wait, she... what?

With Shakespeare?

(Banging on door)

(Sighing) God, I swear, the pizza guy is getting more and more aggressive.

What the hell is this?

Uh, those are certain addendums and alterations I would like made...

Before I sign any dotted lines.

You know this is a classic millennial move.

It's all about entitlement with your generation, isn't it?

You said the investors crave buzz.

Well, I'm your beehive.

I think you need me more than I need you.

I suppose that perhaps, I could make a couple of concessions.

Exclusivity and idea ownership?

I guess I can take that down from five years to two.

And I want a... $500 weekly raise.

(Scoffs) $200.

$400.

$325, final offer.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Oh, God, look at those lines.

Ha! This is absolutely going to be a Jaclyn exclusive.

Okay, I will see you in the morning and now that the weather is a little warmer...

I will need some fresh melon, but please no honey dew this time.

Do it.

Jaclyn, I can't work for you.

(Laughing)

Oh, Beth...

You're just a regular Ashton Kutcher.

I am so thankful for everything that you've taught me...

But I think you'll always just see me as an assistant and...

I'm ready to move on and try succeeding in this business on my own name.

I'm in my 20's...

It's the perfect time to start blazing my own trail.

Okay. Well, I think you know not to use me as a reference.

(Door shuts)

I always wanted to do that.

I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised to see you again.

I was starting to think you brushed me off last time.

I did.

But I couldn't stop thinking about the notes you gave me, and you were right...

Nobody's going to care about my story if it's all fact and no feeling, so...

I wrote another chapter...

And I think you'll see, it digs into some pretty personal stuff.

Wow.

This is the kind of writing that we can waive in front of publishers.

Let's not waste any time.

Can you get me two more chapters by Monday?

That fast?

If you can write this in 48 hours, I want to see what else you can do.

Also, I want to get your book on the market quickly, so I can stop borrowing Valerie's office.

Heard you answered the age-old question today...

To b*at or not to b*at?

Even Shakespeare couldn't describe how lame that was.

I was hoping my lameness would cheer you up a little.

You got suspended for book-slapping a girl.

What is going on with you?

It's not a big deal.

You're avoiding me and Mom.

You won't talk about what happened with Dad and George.

Trust me, Bren, it feels so much better to talk.

Let's talk about Dad right now.

I know we're not who you want to talk to about Dad...

But we're the only ones you can talk to.

There's nothing to say.

I get it.

When you're ready to talk, we won't judge...

And we won't try to give advice.

We'll just listen.

You didn't know him...

Not like I did...

Not at the end.

He taught me how to play cribbage...

And I finally b*at him...

Right before he left for the last time.

And we'd go get frozen yogurt.

He would always put...

A single gummy bear at the bottom of my bowl.

I'm glad the two of you had that time together.

And you were away at college.

And you and him had your issues, but...

I was there.

I was right there, and I thought that we were close.

Why didn't he tell me that he was dying?

And why couldn't he tell me?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

April: I think I know.

He wanted his suffering to be his.

His alone.

And it was selfish...

And it was misguided...

But in his own way, it was...

An act of love.

Like everyone...

Your father was a mess of contradictions.

I think we forget that about people once they're gone.

Everything I love gets taken away from me...

And it all started with him.

I just want there to be something in my life...

That I can hold on to.

That's what we are.

April: Brenna, we are here for you.

We are always going to listen to you...

Sara: And we're always going to tell you the truth.

Promise.

And the kids were amazing.

I won't hit an open mic anytime soon...

But I think it really helped shake me out of my funk.

I owe her one.

April does exude a sense of monk-like wisdom. Cheers.

What's her take on your pile o' rubble?

She says rebuild. What do you say?

Cut your losses and move on.

But I say that about everything.

If something's failed, light it on fire and watch it burn...

In your rear-view mirror as you drive your way to successtown.

Ah! Maybe you're right.

But I'm also not ready to give up on this place.

It was the future I wanted to build.

I don't think mother nature felt the same way.

I really cared about it. I still do...

And I believe it could be something special.

But you know, the house has also been through so much...

And sometimes that feels like a sign to give up.

Maybe it's not a sign to give up.

Maybe it's a sign to fight for what I want.

Because moving on with regrets isn't really moving on at all.

Oh, wow.

You think you're talking about a house, but you're totally talking about April, aren't you?

Huh?

You're still in love with her! Dude, I knew it!

Or at least I heavily suspected it!

Please don't say anything, okay?

Damn. You've been nursing that broken heart for a while.

All right.

Do you want some advice from a pro?

Do you still want those free Kendrick tickets?

I'mma shut up now.

Well, if you need any help with the derivatives, feel free to call me.

Thanks.

I probably will.

How's Sydney doing?

Well, after your little publicity stunt...

Got a lot of people talking about the raffle, so...

She's feeling pretty good actually.

She raised all the money?

Yeah.

This summer I'll be a certified blade runner.

Well, that's amazing.

And you're okay with, you know...

All that charity?

If I have to choose between ego and running again, it's not a hard choice.

And thank you, by the way...

For your unorthodox marketing style.

I will dedicate my victory lap to your creative use of Shakespeare.

Sorry, I got so territorial.

But, um...

Like you said...

I didn't want to share my pet project.

I, um, left a little evidence.

Cool, it's proof cancer hasn't k*lled my game.

(Giggling)

(Bell rings)

Hello.

(Whispering) Hey, hey.

It's Natalie.

What? Can I talk to her? Please. Please.

Hey, Natalie, April's here. She just wants to...

Okay. Just one second.

Natalie, hi! Where are you?

I'm home. In Florida...

Where I clearly belong.

I'm happy to hear you're okay.

We were worried about you.

Worried that I was spilling Carver secrets to the cops?

You can put your paranoia to rest. I won't say anything.

I knew you wouldn't.

And look, I know things are complicated, but...

You're my sister and I care about you.

Right.

Well, I'm sorry I've been out of touch...

But I needed a break from all things Carver.

And if your clinical trial works, I'll be there for you.

But right now... All I want is space.

(Sighing) Well, I'm relieved she's safe.

Yeah. Me, too.

I'm also relieved that she mailed in her final rent check.

Final?

Yeah.

She said she's out of town indefinitely, so I should just find a new roommate.

I mean, you've either been complaining about your house or avoiding it altogether, so...

I know it's only because Natalie ran away...

But is the dream of a Beth-April apartment actually happening right now?

It is.

Oh my God!

And it's going to be amazing.

I'm gonna go find us some champagne.

Okay. Okay. I'm gonna put my stuff in... my room.

(Laughs)

Okay. Do it, woman.

(Chuckles)

I knew you shouldn't have stayed in Boston.

They've always treated us like second-class citizens.

I guess I had to learn the hard way.

Well, at least you got the truth out of it.

And I've never really trusted George.

None of it would have even come up if he hadn't destroyed a manuscript I found.

What manuscript?

Some spy novel Dad was working on.

I only found the first part, though.

Oh, yeah, I know that book.

I've got a copy of the whole thing back at home.

It's an interesting story.