The Stepdaughter

I love you, Mom.

So are you taking Jordan or you taking LeBron?

Ooh.

Jordan or Bron-Bron?

You gotta think about that.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

- Hey, hey, hey. - What?

- MJ is... - What...

...the GOAT.

- Why are we still doing this? - Thank you.

I'm getting some wine. Do you want?

- You too want? - Yes.

Two more beers, baby. Thank you.

- Make that two, Whit. - Thank you.

- Two more beers. - Don't be mad.

No, I ain't mad.

He makes all of this...

He is amazing, isn't he?

Uh-hmm.

He's something.

Oh, my gosh.

Cass, what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Ugh. Her nothing is never nothing.

Always fully loaded.

Really, Rhonda?

- I mean... - Really?

...I'm just saying.

I just...

- The GOAT. - Yeah. Yeah.

Don't you think four months

is a little too quick, Whit?

Of course it is.

I'm in love and I'm not getting any younger.

Okay.

Well, tell me you at least got him to sign the prenup.

I'm in love, but I'm not in stupid.

We are still newlyweds.

Okay. See that?

- Keep that to yourself. -

- One second. - Okay.

You like... oh, you was a North Carolina guy?

Here you go, babe.

You talking about the team... hey.

- Oh. - That's for you.

Oh, thank you, babe.

Hi.

I'm looking for Michael Lawrence,

is he here?

You're Joanna?

Yeah, I am. How do you know?

I've seen so many pictures of you.

I would never forget a beautiful face.

Your dad talks about you all the time.

I'm Whitney, his wife.

I know.

It's nice to meet you.

- Come in. I'm sorry. Get... - It's okay.

Um, Michael.

This is Jordan, right?

- Look. Hey, hey... - Yeah, don't

...ask her who's the GOAT?

Listen, she won't even go there.

Baby, come here.

- Bro, no. - You're not... stop.

Don't touch... don't touch. Go mess him up.

- Just - Please, let me play.

- No. - Come on, bro.

Bro, this is a real game we're having.

How many times you're gonna call me, baby?

- You're tripping. - Hi, Dad.

Joanna.

What are you doing here, baby?

I know I should have called,

but I thought it would be better if we spoke in person.

Is everything all right?

Granny Linda died.

Babe, wow.

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Should I call and-and check in with the family or something?

Oh, I wouldn't call.

They're all taking it pretty hard right now,

so it would probably be best if you didn't call.

You didn't leave on the best terms.

You're right.

I almost forgot about that.

Well, how are you holding up?

Because I know that was your favorite grandmother.

You know, she was my favorite grandma,

but that was also because your mother hated me.

She did not hate you, Joanna.

- She hated me. - No.

She hated me.

- She... - She hated me.

You just weren't her favorite.

I'm an only child.

How can I not be the favorite?

I'm guessing Granny Linda

was your mother's mother?

Yeah.

We're really sorry for your loss.

It's okay.

That's why I couldn't make it to your wedding.

Right.

What happened?

She fell down the stairs.

Oh my God.

Yeah.

Are you sure you're all right, baby?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's just really weird living with someone

and seeing them every day.

Then all of a sudden, they're just gone.

Yeah.

I understand the feeling.

Do you have anywhere to stay or...

Um, my Aunt Debra offered for me to move in with her family,

but she already has six kids, so I don't know...

No, we are really happy that you came here.

You are going to stay with us.

- What? - No questions asked, please.

- Really? - Yes.

And in our guest bedroom,

we gotta fix it up a little bit,

but it's gonna be perfect.

Thanks.

Don't worry about your bag.

Uh, baby, let her meet the boys.

Perfect.

And we have a barbecue going so it's great timing.

- Just... yeah. - Come. Come, please.

Okay.

So how did you get here?

- I Ubered. - You Ubered.

You're not good.

You're not good at all, kid.

- I can't. - Boys...

- Bro, this is like... - Huh?

Pause the game for a minute. I need to talk to you.

Just go and hit the three.

Oh, damn. Fine.

Yes?

Boys, this is my daughter, Joanna.

She's your new stepsister.

Hi, I'm Eric.

Hi, Eric.

And this handsome young man

is Whitney's older son, Brian.

Uh, but yeah, everyone calls me BK.

No, we don't.

No, we don't.

Yes, you do.

My friends call me BK.

It's nice to meet you, BK.

BK.

Um, and this is my friend, Dante, so...

How you doing?

I'm Dante.

- He comes with the house. - Hey.

Uh-hmm. We find you in the pantry.

And you guys love me for it.

Your house is so beautiful.

When my dad first told me that you were dating,

I looked you up

and I ordered some of your products

and they were really good.

Oh, you didn't have to do that.

I could've given you them for free.

This is a really nice photo.

Oh, what's this?

Oh, um, that's my mother's urn.

She passed away a little over a year ago,

and we we're really close, so I like to keep her here

with me, and no one touches it.

Well, that's really sweet.

I really wish I would've done something like that.

Um, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

It's okay.

It's just been a lot.

No, it's fine.

It's okay, right?

Hey, baby,

I got Joanna all settled in down there, so...

- Hmm. - Yeah, she's good.

That's great.

Is it?

Yes, it is.

It's... that's great news.

I'm just... like I said, I just wanna apologize

because we never really talked and discussed it...

- Honey... - ...and she just popped up.

- It wasn't planned... - I know.

- ...you know? - Yes, it was...

it is an unexpected surprise,

but she's your daughter and we're a family now,

so we just gotta roll with the punches, right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.