This Is Us

I don't see her making it through the night.

We're good now.

You made us good.

You tell him, "Hey".

Hey;

Hey;

I'm pregnant.

You're gonna be a grandfather.

I'm not worried about forgetting about the big stuff.

It's the regular...

Saturday when the kids were little,

a day when nothing big really happened.

We were just laughing

and playing pin the tail on the donkey.

That's the stuff I'm not ready to let go of yet.

-Mm. Hey. -Hey.

Mm.

Did you know you have a tiny little scar

underneath your eyebrow? -Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Yeah.

I never noticed it before.

Yeah.

It comes out when I'm in the sun,

and I got a little sun the other day.

I can't believe I never noticed it.

So...

when I was a little girl... -Mm-hmm.

...there was this little playground right by my house

that my dad would take me to sometimes,

and it had one of those really lame slides

that would give you burn marks on your butt. Mm_hmm. -Oh, yeah. Yeah.

And, um, you know,

one of those weird old rocking horse things

that only had one eye.

The springy ones.

-Yeah, yeah. -Totally creeped me out.

But then there was this one swing.

God, I loved that swing.

And he would push me on it.

And one time, I remember I turned around

on the way back down, and my dad wasn't paying attention,

and his watch clocked me right above the eye.

Hmm.

He felt so bad,

but I didn't care because him pushing me in that swing

was just my favorite thing

in the entire world, you know?

And we swing.

It was such a treat for me, going there with him.

But I would just-- I'd spend

the entire time... worrying about when...

...he would stop pushing me,

when he'd say that it was time to go home.

Really wish that I had spent more time appreciating it

when it was all happening,

instead of just...

worrying about when it would end.

Hmm.

At least I still have the scar.

Oh.

Hmm. -Um...

Randall's math thing got canceled today,

so we have a completely free Saturday with no plans.

No football games, no playdates.

What should we do?

Nothing.

-Nothing. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, nothing sounds so nice.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

And swing, Rebecca.

And we swing.

- Ready, Randall? -Kate, touch the sky.

-And we swing! -Touch the sky with your feet.

There you go.

And we swing!

-Higher! -And we swing!

Swing. Throw your arms up.

Whee!

All right, Hope. Ready?

Back and forth,

and we swing!

-And swing! -Swing.

Hey, guys! Breakfast!

Attention. Hello.

-Mmm. Okay, Mom's up. -So...

since Randall's math contest got canceled...

-Mathletes. -What?

It's Mathletes, and it's not a contest.

It's a group of math enthusiasts who

perform and compete at a, um...

Forget it. I'll talk about it later.

-Go ahead. -It just means we have

a completely free Saturday.

Just us.

Oh, what? Come on; Is it really that hard

-to be all together for a day? -Mm-hmm.

Yes.

Okay, well, what do you guys want to do?

-Whatever. -Don't care. O-Okay.

Katie girl, what do you got?

Anything we want?

-Mm-hmm. -All day?

Anything you want. All day.

What do you got, Katie girl?

-Several ideas. -Oh, well, there we go.

Several ideas.

-Okay. I like that. -She's got ideas.

I like, I like people with several ideas.

How's the writing coming?

Slowly.

-Thanks. -Service is in, uh, less than 2 hours.

I'm aware.

What?

Nothing.

I'm just checking on you.

I'm good.

What, woman?

I think we need to bang out a worst-case scenario.

-About what? -You.

You go first.

I don't even know what we're worst-case scenario-ing.

After burying your fourth and final parent, you lose it.

No parents left to bury, you spend the rest of your days

going to other people's parents' funerals.

Just crying single tears

at funerals of parents you don't even know.

Go.

I really don't think I'm gonna be going to...

You buy an RV.

Wake up one morning and say, "Beth, we need an RV."

I say, "Sure, I can get down with an RV."

You spend the rest of your days traveling back and forth

between your parents' various resting places,

just driving from tree to tree.

-Baby, I'm... -Mind you,

I didn't even mention Miguel.

I just realized that. Maybe you realize it, too.

You decide you need to go to Puerto Rico.

Try and learn about his deceased great-grandmother's story,

come back talking about swimming in the Atlantic Ocean

with Miguel's great-grandmama's ghost.

-And I'm thinking to myself... -Uh, Beth. I'm okay.

I am appropriately sad,

and I am appropriately anxious about this eulogy.

All right?

I'm centered,

and I'm looking forward to this quiet next chapter

with my wife

and our lives,

and our eventual grandchildren.

Have you made a decision about deep-fried Oreos?

Musing.

You?

Same.

Hey, Bug! These lines looking straight enough to you?

-Yep. Perfect. -Great.

I don't want to play four square with my parents. It's lame.

Yeah, well, you should have contributed

to the suggestions, then, Kev.

Kevin's right, this is stupid.

What is it with you two today?

Hey, ladies!

Coming to check on your chalk work.

Whoa! Oh. Right?

That was an assist. That was an assist.

Four big ones.

If it's okay with you, I would like to say 3 things

that will surely cross multiple ex-husband lines

and protocols.

-Proceed. -Okay.

Number one.

She was extraordinarily proud of you.

I am extraordinarily proud of you.

That was number two.

They get progressively more and more intense

as we go. -Gotcha.

And the third one is a real doozy.

Today is a doozy.

So...

I love you, kid.

I love you.

And even though our marriage didn't go the distance,

if Doc Brown showed up right now

and offered me a ride in the DeLorean,

I would go right back to that weight loss support group

and make stupid faces at you.

That's a Back to the Future reference.

I know, I was married to you.

Yes, you were.

Yes, I was.

Kate?

Kate.

Thought you wanted to watch the home movies next, right?

It's raining pretty hard, huh?

Hey; How about we play a game next weekend?

Better yet, how about you play and I'll watch?

I really just like being together.

Plus, only four people can play,

and I just slow the game down.

That's okay.