Life Sentence

Previously on "Life Sentence"...

What is happening? Is there an emergency?

There's a new oncologist on the floor, and he's...

So hot.

Hi. Dr. William Grant.

Stella Abbott, volunteer.

I helped Lizzie get into a writers' retreat

so she could finally focus.

You can do better than selling ADHD meds

to desperate soccer moms.

It's not like I haven't thought about

doing other things.

We can't ignore this anymore.

I knew he sold weed years ago.

I didn't know about the pills.

When I bumped into you, everything changed.

I flew to Paris and went to that restaurant

where we'd made the reservation.

You were there? In Paris?

I was supposed to marry her.

Five days before I met you.

- How long have you been married? - Six months.

It's a shame I didn't meet you seven months ago.

I'm not sticking this out to fulfill a promise.

I want to be here. With you.

I want to be here with you, too.

I'm really glad we're doing this.

We haven't seen a movie in ages.

Well, I thought it would be a good idea

to "Forget Paris"

and take a little "Roman Holiday."

What's this movie about, again?

Audrey Hepburn rides a tiny scooter around Rome.

Ooh! Say no more. I'm gonna love this.

Ooh.

I told you if you wanted popcorn

to get your own.

The tub's bigger than you are.

And yet, I shall consume it all.

Hey. Thank you for being so understanding

about the whole Pippa thing.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'd love for you to be quiet.

Sorry.

We just went through a really trying time

- in our relationship so... - Shh!

Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I had no idea.

Maybe we should stop the movie, turn on the lights,

and you two can act out your drama

for the whole theater?

Okay, relax.

It's just the trailers...

for movies that came out, like, 60 years ago.

Wes and I weren't the only ones

trying to reset our relationship.

"Only the chickens and Henrietta's family

knew the real answer."

Now that she was home from the writer's retreat,

Lizzie and Diego were trying to do the same thing.

"...to save their hides.

For even though she was a chicken,

she was family.

Mama? Yeah?

- Did you really write that story? - I did.

Just for the two of you guys

because I missed you so much.

I'll read you another one tomorrow, okay?

But for now, it's time for bed.

Let's go.

I'm gonna put them to bed,

and then I'm gonna put you to bed.

Okay.

I am so happy that you're finally home.

- I'm so happy to be home. - Oh, yeah?

Oh. Ooh! Wine!

Nice.

Thank you guys for letting me stay here

because I am lonely.

Breaking up with your girlfriend

who's also your best friend...

really sucks.

Hmm.

Oh, smells like dirt.

So, let's Netflix and chill, kids.

- Mom. - Yeah?

Do you know what that means?

I do not.

Aiden was trying to make a fresh start, too.

Aiden, all you have to do

is finish filling out this profile.

Look.

It's not that I don't want to go legit, guys.

I do, but the truth is,

there's no reason anyone would ever want to hire me.

- That's not true. - Really?

That's exactly what the manager at Better Buy said.

Aiden, you're smart.

And resourceful.

If I was resourceful,

would I still be living with my father,

letting him pay all my bills?

Yes. That's the definition of resourceful.

Guys, let's face it.

I'm unemployable.

You don't have a choice, Aiden.

You want to keep living here for free,

you have to get a real job.

Well, that's just great.

I'm gonna take that ultimatum,

hop on my unicorn, and ride on down

to the Department of Magical Thinking,

where they hand out government jobs building rainbows.

That's not funny.

Wasn't funny.

Hey, guys, I got no references,

no job history, and no experience.

Who in the world's ever gonna hire me?

The coffee shop.

Duh!

I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner.

I had none of those things either,

and they still hired me.

Plus, you're family,

so that's got to count for something.

I find nepotism repulsive.

Doesn't your father own this coffee shop?

Yes, and he made me interview for my job

like I was a complete stranger.

Look.

My brother is a great guy.

- Is that him? - Yeah.

And I'm telling you,

he would make the best barista.

He's such a people person.

He's good at smiling and winking

and handing people things in cups.

Just... stop.

You had me at how hot his face is.

- He can have the job. - Oh, my God.

- Thank... - Oh! Not a hugger.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Finley, meet my brother, Aiden.

Aiden, meet Finley, your new boss.

Welcome aboard, handsome.

That killer smile is part of your uniform,

and I expect you to wear it to work every single day.

Ooh. Anything you say, boss lady.

Oh.

Hey, I don't have to wear this stupid hat, do I?

Oh. No.

We just make Stella wear it

because she's got such an oddly shaped head.

No, I don't.

Finley's insults aside, I was really killing it today,

which probably isn't a good thing to say at a hospital.

- Hey. - Hi.

How's it going, "Mighty Mouse"?

Mighty Mouse?

Is that supposed to be my nickname?

- When did I get a nickname? - Just now.

Just gave it to you.

Well, I'm great. Really killing it today.

Okay, that's not a good thing to say at a hospital.

But I am glad that you're having a good day,

and I think your day is about to get better.

I just found out that Sadie got accepted

into Dr. Friedman's clinical trial.

Are you serious?

Oh, my God.

That's amazing!

Yeah.

Oh, Stella.

Stella.

Stella.

- You okay? - Hmm? Yeah.

N... I'm... I'm fine. Why?

- You got a little drool here. - Oh.

I was afraid you were having a stroke.

Mnh-mnh. No. I-I'm good.

I'm great.

I'm just having a sexual fantasy

about a man who isn't my husband.

Maybe that was my subconscious getting revenge on Wes.

But... what if it was more?

Just to be clear,

nothing actually happened?

It was just a fantasy?

Right.

But what if it means something?

I-I mean, I had told myself

that things between me and Wes were fine after Pippa,

but...

maybe they're not?

Or maybe you had a fantasy about Dr. Grant

because he's hot and you have eyes.

Either way, I want it to stop.

So how do I make it stop?

The heart wants what the heart wants.

- Well, my heart wants Wes. - Good.