A Million Little Things

I really want to build a family with you.

I don't want to have another kid.

Previously on "A Million Little Things"...

Tyrell. Why is Child Services looking for you?

My mom wasn't born here.

ICE. They took her.

We want to foster you.

Only if it's okay with you and your mom.

I would really like that.

Did he touch you?

No. He just touched himself.

It's my fault.

I told him that she lost her father.

I told him how much she needed this program,

and he never would have known any of that if it wasn't for me.

Sophie's decided to go to the police today.

Any possibility of corroborating evidence

could really help our case against Peter.

I'm not giving you my daughter's diary.

This is an agreement for us to have joint custody of Theo.

I'm the one who hit you.

I am so sorry.

I want to take Charlie, Danny, and Sophie

and go back to France.

Your daughter got assaulted by a monster

who might not have done what he did

if he knew there was someone here protecting her!

You weren't able to stop it.

Hey, man.

I'm sorry.

I just had to take care of something.

Yeah.

Hey, it's me.

I know we left things in a weird place earlier,

and I'm sorry.

The thing is, after I got divorced...

I promised myself that no matter who I dated,

I wouldn't have another kid.

But that was before I fell in love with you.

The fact is, I watched you for months take care of two kids

you had no relation to,

and there wasn't a minute you made them feel like

you weren't their family.

Gary, you have proven to me every day

that you would be an incredible father.

So, if having kids is something you want...

well, then...

I know the perfect three-bedroom

we should make an offer on.

Call me.

Oh, no, no. Babe, babe.

I love you and I-I will do anything for you,

but I-I think 3 1/2 pounds of pancetta is my limit.

Oh, come on. We got to get rid of all this food.

Tyrell and I already dropped two crates

to the women's shelter.

It's all their fridge could hold.

Half a scoop.

Did I say half a scoop or half a tub?

- That's... That's half. - But it's not.

So, Ms. Howard, it's your first day off

in, what, two years.

Do you have any plans whatsoever other than

stuffing your husband with time-sensitive meat?

Uh, I'm just working on my message.

What's going on on your laptop?

Well, I just uploaded our finished documentary.

I entered my credit card information,

and once we hit that "submit" button,

Tyrell and I will officially be entered

into the NEFI Film Festival.

Well, what you waiting for?

I'm waiting on my producing partner,

who took my headphones again.

Yeah, love you, too. Bye.

How's your mom?

Uh, she's okay.

Uh, apparently she reconnected with some childhood friends

and they're letting her stay with them.

And she found some temporary work, too.

That must make you feel better.

I mean, she's still sleeping on someone's couch.

And it's all my fault.

Tyrell, you did not get your mother deported.

And it sounds like she's doing okay.

And what she wants is for you to take advantage

of the opportunities you have here.

Speaking of which, if we get into this festival,

we are doing a road trip all over New England this summer.

All we need is for someone to hit that submit button,

just someone.

I don't know who that someone is,

- but we need... - Someone who can spell.

- What? - You wrote "Dome Howard".

You misspelled your own name, man.

Well, you take that attitude,

you want to pay the admission fee, too?

No, that's all you, Dome.

Just hit the submit button. Submit!

There you go. I'll just check everything.

Spielberg. Boom.

- Hey. Jordan Peele. - I'm with that.

Alright, y'all, quiet down. I have to record my message.

Hey, quiet on the set, y'all!

Quiet on the set!

Please? Okay? We're rolling.

Have some respect for my actors.

You've reached Someday restaurant.

This is Executive Chef Regina Howard,

and on behalf of the entire Someday family,

I'd like to thank you for your patronage and support

these last two years,

especially these last few months.

As you may have heard...

we've had to shut our doors,

but our restaurant will be back, in some way, someday...

And when that time comes, we'll be better than ever.

Until then, thanks for everything.

Did you just kiss your own hand?

- I meant to kiss yours. - Mm.

That was weird.

Classic Dome.

Hey.

You awake?

I am now.

What's going on, man? Everything alright?

No.

Something happened last night.

I got a call from the person who hit me.

What?

- W-What did he say? - She.

I, uh... recorded as much of it as I could.

Theo left this in my car.

I'm the one who hit you.

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

How did you get my number?

I am so sorry.

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

What? No, no. Who is this?

Hello? Hello?

She called from a blocked number.

I went online to try and figure out ways to trace it,

but none of the suggestions worked.

Wow. Wow.

That's a lot to take in.

Uh...

but if you're looking for a silver lining,

after hearing that recording,

I'm 99% sure Katherine wasn't the one who hit you.

Why would she call if she was just gonna hang up?

Hasn't she done enough to me already?

Look, you... You just found out

Delilah's gonna take Charlie back to France.

You're in the middle of a divorce, right?

And I might have to join a 12-step program

just to deal with hearing about the stuff that you're going through.

I-I don't want this to cause you to nosedive.

I-I get it.

It's just...

this woman put me in a wheelchair,

and after months of wondering who it was,

of trying to move past it,

she wants to call me to say she's sorry?

Why?

So she can live her life like nothing happened?

I hear you, Ed.

You want justice.

Believe me...

nobody understands that more than me.

I just don't want you to do something you'll regret, okay?

No, you're right.

I can't believe she didn't come home last night.

Well, she can't be angry forever.

You're right. She can.

I think we both know where she gets that.

Dad. I was talking about Dad.

Oh.

Hello?

This is she.

Oh, my God.

Good morning.

Sorry about the couch. It was my grandma's.

Which, in hindsight, explains the hump.

Well, actually, last night was the best I've slept in months.

I thought after I posted the podcast,

I'd be too anxious to sleep.

How are you feeling?

I'm a little scared how people are gonna react, but...

so glad I did it.

Ah, that's probably your mom checking in.

I texted her to let her know you were sleeping over.

Oh, well, unless she's calling to apologize,

she can talk to my voicemail.

You know, phone it in, like she has this entire year.

Oh, it's not her.

I actually don't know who this is.

Oh, so you're gonna answer a call you don't know,

but not your mother?

That's right.

Hello?