This Is Us

Previously on This Is Us...

I told you that when I met you,

that I couldn't fall for a fat person.

But you did.

So now what?

You're just gonna throw me away?

I'm sorry, I can't do this.

Can't do what?

When a nice boy who adores you

offers you pie,

say thank you.

Why is there a photo of me

in a letter that you sent to William's apartment?

Randall, you have to understand...

Understand what, that you knew my father?

That you kept him from me my entire life?

I'm upset, I'm not deaf.

- Hey, babe. - Hey.

I was worried about you.

I'm fine.

- The carpet would beg to differ. - Mm.

You've been pacing for a few hours now.

You ready to talk?

To William.

You can come in, too, William.

- I know how angry you must be. - When did you meet my mother?

When she took you home from the hospital.

I wanted to make sure you were going to a good home.

Hmm.

Did my father know about you?

I never got that impression.

What are you writing, babe?

A list of reasons I'm mad at my mother.

I got 22 so far.

And don't think I'm ignoring

the fact that you lied to me, too.

When I showed up at your door two months ago,

you acted like you didn't remember abandoning me.

I was respecting your mother's wishes.

Which is why I'm second maddest at you.

You're in third place.

But... I've been trying to get your mother

to tell you the truth since I found out.

Which is why there isn't a Beth or William list.

My mother's the one who betrayed me.

And as soon as I'm finished with this list,

I'm gonna read it to her,

and make sure she hears every damn word.

I'm gonna beat you!

Whoa! Slow do... Slow down.

The deli guy can't believe we've already gone through

the two pounds of ham and cheese from last week.

Triplets.

Speaking of, you know where our third is?

Let me show you again.

Like that. Can you do that?

Sorry. He's with us.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

What are you doing? What was that, huh?

I asked 'em if they could roll their tongues.

But, sweetheart, that's not really

something you ask strangers.

We learned about inherited traits in science,

and rolling your tongue is one.

If I can find people who roll their tongue,

they could be my birth parents.

Excuse me...

Oh...

Look, I... I don't know what to tell him.

I mean, he knows everything that we do.

Then there's nothing else to say.

I just... I don't want him

sticking his tongue out at strangers,

you know, when he's 80.

It kills me that he'll always have this hole,

not knowing who his parents are.

We're his parents.

You know what I mean.

Hey, Bec. Hey, sponge down, sponge down.

Look at me a sec.

Look...

I know this is hard to think about.

It's hard for me, too.

Okay? But he has questions that...

they're not gonna go away.

I just, I don't want him resenting us...

For what, Jack?

We love him, we give him absolutely everything

he could ever want, what...

would he be missing from us?

We can't roll our tongues.

I can.

- You can roll your tongue? - I can roll my tongue.

Roll your tongue. Just...

Babe...

- Am I doing it? - It's so sad.

- I'm not doing it? - You're not rolling your tongue.

- But I can show you. Yeah. - You can show me?

Mom never told him that she knew his biological dad?

I know.

That's cuckoo's nest-level insane.

Well, what about you?

Showing up all of a sudden, deciding to get

your stomach cut open... what is that?

Uh, I almost died in a plane crash, Kevin.

Okay? My life flashed before my eyes.

Kate, you experienced mild turbulence.

All right? You spilled your peanuts.

It was scary. Shut up.

It was a real "seize the day" kind of awakening for me.

Yeah? Okay, well, what happened to dieting?

I don't know, I ran the numbers, and...

at this rate, I would be 106 years old

by the time I reach my goal weight.

- So I, you know, I want to live now. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Does this have anything to do

with your breakup with Toby?

No. I'm fine.

You know, millions of people

have surgery every day... it's not a big deal.

It's not a big deal? No, it's one of about

a billion big deals swirling around in my head right now.

Kate, I've got you, I've got Randall,

Mom's selling the cabin,

I just had the single greatest kiss

- of my entire life... - Whoa.

Mom's selling the cabin?

Yeah, I found out yesterday.

- It sucks, right? - She can't do...

I love the cabin. The cabin is our childhood.

I know, but we haven't been there in years, right?

Well, let's go. We should.

Like, let's seize the day.

Hey, have you guys seen... Oh, there it is.

Ran out of paper.

You know where I bet there is a ton of paper?

Where?

Can't believe Mom is selling this place.

I got a lot of "can't believes" with Mom.

You know what I can't believe?

That we are in the middle of nowhere,

and all my messages are going through.

Do I have wifi in my car?

No.

No wifi. I'm living in the past.

I'm not. Not anymore.

Listen, man, I know you're hurting,

but you and Mom are gonna have to make up eventually, okay?

Hopefully before Christmas, so that holiday isn't ruined.

Nope. I'm gonna clear out my stuff,

hand over my keys, then I am out of the whole thing.

Ha! That's funny.

With the language barrier, sometimes Olivia's funnier

than she means to be.

- She's British. She speaks English. - Yes.

Never understood why Mom felt like we needed

three locks on this door.

It's because Kev was afraid of bears.

Hey, Zoobooks said they're smart.

Not this smart.

Forgive me for not learning in high school.

I was having sex, Randall.

Uh...

Ah, so much denim on denim. Look.

I can't look now, I'm busy.

Oh, you still can't see the Magic Eye?

- Uh... yeah. - Look, you just gotta relax your eyes.

- Yeah. - Look through it, and it's right...

Right there in front of you, I know.

That's what Dad always used to say,

but I can't see it... it's a pirate ship!

It's always been a bear, dude.

But you know what?

Maybe it was never real, anyway.

Just like the rest of my childhood.

Randall... What Mom did was insane,

but that doesn't erase your childhood.

Me and Kev are real.

Okay? Our family... we're real.

Yeah. Come here.

- No, come look at this. - All right.

Come on, indulge us. Sit down.

Look at this. Look.

We're all here. You're here.

Grinning ear to ear in our elastic waistband,

acid-washed jeans.

Those jeans were real!

All right, here. Let me see.

- Look at this. Right there? - Mm-hmm.

That's Mom lying to me about not being able

to find my birth father.

- Okay. - That's awesome.

You're right. I-I'm sorry.

But this is probably gonna be the last time

that the three of us are ever gonna be here.

So can we just enjoy today?

Please?

- What's that? - I'll get it.

Hey.