[indistinct voices]
[phone ringing]
[keys jangling]
Guards! Guards! Code yellow! We need a lockdown!
-She couldn't have gone far! Find her! -Lockdown! Lockdown!
[alarm blaring]
[guards shouting]
[wheezing]
[grunts]
-[laundry chute thudding] -[yelps quietly]
[thump]
-Oh! -[thud] -[crash]
[gasping and panting]
[alarms blaring]
[sizzling]
Sid!
Rise and shine! Breakfast is...
ready, I think?
-Hey. -You sure you don't need my help?
No, no. I'm, uh, I'm fine. Listen, it's not gonna be
up to your mother's standards, but I'll figure it out.
-Okay. -[door thuds]
Hey.
Hi, Chef Boyar-dad!
What's going on there? You need a fire extinguisher, or what?
No. I know how to cook.
-It's the stove, it's broken. -Hi.
[smooch] It's the stove that's broken, right.
Blame the stove. That makes sense.
What are you even doing here, okay?
The, uh, spare key is supposed to be for emergencies only.
Well, I heard you were cooking, and that's an emergency.
She texted me. Good job, sweetheart.
I know. I'm sorry.
You're sweet for trying, but a girl has standards.
-Yeah. -W-What is all this?
This-- uh, these are eggs, edible eggs.
This is, uh... unburnt bacon.
-[Sid giggles] -And these...
are pancakes-- with all the fixin's
from her favorite place, the Pancake Palace.
We got a system.
Okay? You bring breakfast on Monday and Friday.
Why do you have to mess up the routine?
I'll tell you why. Uh, I'm Dad One.
Dad One spoils daughter.
Daughter loves Dad One more than Dad Two.
Mm-mm. Okay, Dad-- and Dad Two-- cut it out.
I love you guys equally. Okay?
[phone buzzes]
Yo, what's up, Kemi?
Do I have to teach him how to cook?
No, no. I'll just keep doing takeout. It's safer for everybody.
-All right? -Okay. -Yeah, we'll be there in a minute.
Hey, Goober Eats, put the fork down.
We got a case.
A patient from Beacon Hill Psychiatric Center
just went missing.
"Fork down," he says.
-Sorry. -Fork up.
Thank you.
Mm. I love the fork outta you. I'll talk to you later.
[laughs]
-[pushing button repeatedly] -Come on, come on.
Okay, okay! Get in there.
What are you doing? Why are you here?
I was headed to a job
and your building was on the way, so...
I thought you'd appreciate a coffee.
[sighs tensely]
I do, it's just, uh--
Did I fudge your order again?
Don't tell me. It's a half-caff, triple-shot, soy,
no-foam, extra-hot caramel macchiato,
with a sprinkle of cinnamon, right?
Yes. Uh, it's perfect.
You're perfect, Jackson. It's just...
I'm a little uncomfortable with you hanging around the office,
especially when you're in "uniform".
Would you...
prefer that I take it off?
You know how much I like taking off my clothes.
[chuckles nervously]
This is also why I think we should hold off on you meeting my mom.
You know, the whole...
exotic-dancer thing might be T.M.I.
My mom is...
-[elevator thumps to a stop] -...A tough critic.
[bell dings]
Starting to sound like you are, too.
Law enforcement found her on the street.
She was erratic...
threatening to harm herself.
She had a phone, but no wallet or I.D.,
so they brought her in as a "Jane Doe".
Well, we're gonna need that phone.
And how long ago was this?
Uh, two days.
My staff gave her a psych evaluation,
decided to place her on a 302 hold.
So that means she was scheduled to leave in 24 hours?
Mm. In her case, not likely.
We were considering extending the hold.
She was erratic.
She-- I wouldn't say she was dangerous,
but definitely headed in that direction.
Well, what set her off?
I don't know. Could be anything.
She was a closed book, but clearly unhappy to be here.
Maybe she didn't like being locked up.
Well, we actually give our patients a lot of freedom.
They're on lockdown now, because of the situation,
but usually they have the run of the floor.
-One second. -Except at night,
when they're secured in their rooms.
So, wait, she's secured in her room at night.
How'd she escape?
I have no idea.
Can't even get off the floor without a keycard.
All right, we're gonna need to interview your entire staff.
Sounds like she needed help escaping.
Looks to me like she helped herself.
You, uh...
do you know what she was wearing?
Um...
well, we gave her an extra set of clothes when she came in.
Sweats and a green sweater, I believe.
Green sweater, huh?
She didn't need a keycard.
This is how she got out.
[door creaks and thuds]
Here are all of Jane Doe's things,
but her phone is missing.
How's that possible?
We give all our patients supervised call time.
It's possible the nurse forgot to take it back.
It's possible Jane grabbed it on her way out.
I'll go check with the staff.
Lot of possibilities.
[sighing]
You got anything?
Uh... nope.
Ahem. "Dear Violet,
It's strange writing to someone I've never met,
even though you were part of my life
in ways I'm only beginning to understand.
I have so many questions.
Questions about where I come from,
who I look like, who you are.
I want you to know I would never judge you for the choices you made.
I hope that, one day, our paths will cross,
and we'll get to know each other.
Until then, if there's any part of you
that hopes the same, I'll leave my number below--"
"With love, your daughter..."
[paper crinkles]
What?
[crinkling]
Look who it's from.
"Sidney Grant"?
She reached out to her birth mother.
Sid's on her way.
Should we issue an alert?
No, no. I don't want her getting the news on her phone.
Me and Jay'll talk to her first, then we'll put it out.
-[sighing] -I got snacks.
What, you rob a kindergarten class?
No, sugar-- Sid needs sugar when she's upset,
So I got sugar.
It's not gonna help.
What do you want me to do, huh? What do you want me to do?
Do you think there's a playbook for what you're supposed to do
when your daughter secretly reaches out
to her birth mother, who then goes AWOL?
My bigger question is, how did she find her in the first place?
Okay. I actually have some insight on this,
but I need you both to center yourselves.
Center-- Center myself?
-Mm-hmm. -Do a yoga class together?
Wh-What do you mean?
Okay, I helped Sid find Violet.
Kemi, really?
I have a friend in an adoption search group, okay?
She cross-referenced
what was known about where and when Sidney was abandoned
with information within their database.
And, look, I-I-I thought it was a long shot,
but, sure enough, they found Violet.
And you didn't want to tell us?
That's my kid.
I tried to get her to tell both of you,
but you have taken helicopter parenting
to new heights,
so, no, she didn't want to tell you.
And, no--
it is not my place to breach her trust.
Look, I'm sorry.
None of us could have predicted this would happen.
What would happen?
Hey, Sid.
Come in.
Why is there candy all over the desk?
Thought you might like some candy, I don't know.
Why now?
I mean, y-you never mentioned her before.
I just needed to know.
Our job is to protect you.
You should've talked to us first.
Yeah, I was trying to keep you guys
from freaking out, like you are now.
Who's freaking out? I'm not freaking out.
-Nobody's freaking out. -You brought me candy
and I've never seen Mike's tie so tight.
All I did was write Violet a letter.
Why--
Why do you guys have my letter?
Sid, your, uh, birth mom
ran away from a psych facility.
That's where we found the letter.
Listen to me, Sid. We are going to find her.
Okay? I promise you.
But you gotta tell us everything you know.
Um...
all I know is her name
and that she lives at a...
a place called "Serenity Way House".
I know the place.
It's a mental health halfway house.
Queen Village.
Did you try to arrange to meet up with her?
-Did she reach back out to you? -No.
I-I gave her my number, just in case she wanted to talk,
but she never reached out.
Is this my fault?
No, Sid, come on. No, no.
It's not. Sid.
I-- We are gonna do everything to make sure that Violet is safe.
I promise.
Hey.
I, uh, I dug up an old booking photo of Violet Casso.
She was arrested for trespassing.
It's not a great photo.
She's a little dirty and clearly in distress.
Well, it's better than nothing.
Put out the Alert.
[Missing Alert begins blaring]
[overlapping alerts blaring]
I desperately want Violet to be okay.
Violet lives with psychotic depression.
Imagine the can't-get-out-of-bed vibe of depression,
then pile on hallucinations or delusions,
and you start to get the picture.
How is she able to function day-to-day?
It's about managing the highs and lows.
But Violet was trying to rebuild her life.
Okay, uh, can we have a look at her room?
Well, she does like her books.
Got her a job at Independence Library.
She even ran a book club every Tuesday.
You got any idea where she might have gone?
She have a diary or a journal?
Just a bunch of notebooks for her recipes.
She cooked for her housemates all the time.
A few days ago, she started to isolate herself,
then she just left.
Okay, I mean, if she was so sick,
why-why-- why'd you guys let her leave?
'Cause this is a halfway house, not a prison.
-Right. -Fair enough.
[sighs] Is there anything else you can tell us?
After I saw the Alert, I searched the room.
I found her anti-depressants and anti-psychotic meds.
Counted the pills.
She hasn't taken them for days.
That puts her at serious risk.
[door bell chimes]
Hey...
Manny? I'm strapped for cash.
Think you could spot me for some diapers?
Store policy-- I can't do that.
I promise, I'm good for it. I can be back tonight.
I'm just a little short.
We're all a little short.
Sorry.
[sighs]
Mind putting the diapers back?
[grumbling sigh]
[baby crying]
Fire! There's a-- There's a fire!
Oh, geez.
[retardant blasting]
[register clacks and rumbles]
[fire suppression continues]
Hey, you!
Damn druggie! Tryin' to st--
O-Okay. Okay, okay.
[till rattles and clatters]
[Violet grunts]
[sound slowing down, distorting]
[car horn blaring]
[baby crying]
-[crash] -Hey, hey!
A woman matching the description of Violet
was seen robbing a bodega near Center City.
I-I can't believe that I'm hoping my daughter's birth mother
just robbed a bodega.
I don't know, it's like-- it's like hoping Santa Claus whacked an elf.
You think Sid's letter was the thing that pushed her over the edge?
I-I do.
Uh, but for the love of God, don't tell Sid that.
-Hell no! -Okay.
Especially after Nik-- the fallout would be brutal.
Something's going on with her.
I don't know what it is. I mean, Sid, she seemed fine.
I mean, considering, she seemed okay.
And now something else is happening with her,
and I don't know what it is.
Why don't I try talking to her?
-[snickering] Yeah? -What?
Yeah, I'm neutral ground, what's wrong with that?
You have any idea at all what it's like
trying to get information out of a teenage girl?
You gotta approach that situation
like you're defusing a bomb.
Whoa-whoa-whoa! What are you tryin' to say?
That it takes fatherly finesse.
-That's what I'm trying to say. -What, I don't have finesse?
-I got finesse! -Yeah, you got finesse-- yeah.
You've been an honorary father for, like, five minutes.
You gotta start somewhere.
Don't start there! Do yourself a favor.
Go to the bodega. Stop.
[Jason keeps snickering]
-Funny, huh? -Hey, it's funny to me!
Look at this mess.
She started the fire to distract me
while she stole the money and the gun.
Okay. What was she wearing?
Green sweater.
And a rosary.
Kind of ironic, when you're waving a gun around at people.
You saw where she ran after she took off?
With a gun in my face?
Nah. I wasn't really focused on that.
All right, we're gonna have to see your security footage.
Oh, look at that.
PD giving a crap about busting a druggie for once.
Hey. That "druggie" is a woman with mental health issues
who needs help. Okay? Don't be a jerk.
Oh, a person off their meds, with a gun...
that's not a great combination.
But look right there--
she could've shot homeboy and she didn't.
Yeah, which means she's probably a danger
to herself and not others.
All right, looks like she's going north.
We gotta canvass that whole area.
We gotta move fast. Let's go.
Violet has a cellphone,
but it's turned off, so we can't trace her location.
But based on the incident at the bodega,
I did a deeper dive into her criminal record.
She has, uh, multiple arrests for petty theft,
uh, drug possession, and squatting.
Everything in her life points to a lack of stability.
She started college, dropped out.
A dozen jobs,
none of them lasted more than a few months.
Until the library--
she's been working there for almost a year.
Something was going right for her.
Until it wasn't.
But none of this tells us where she might've gone
after she robbed the bodega.
She robbed a bodega?
[sighing] It...
It's not that simple, Sid.
Okay? Violet is a flawed woman
and she needs help.
I didn't even think about her state of mind
when I reached out. I--
Listen. Listen to me. Listen to me.
We-We can't always anticipate
the impact that we have on others,
especially when they're struggling.
I'm such an idiot. I'm such a freaking idiot.
No, you're not an idiot.
I spent my whole life trying not to trigger my mom's bipolar episodes.
I kept thinking it was my fault, but it's not.
And it's not hers, either.
It's her disease.
Don't second-guess your good intentions.
I doubt your mom robbed a store.
-I'll go talk to her. -Okay.
I got nothing. No one's seen her.
I keep striking out, too.
Well, you'd think at least one person would've spotted her.
Except we are conditioned
to ignore the folks that don't belong.
I think we're asking the wrong people.
Hey, buddy?
You, uh... you seen this lady around anywhere?
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.
Scratch his back, would ya?
Scratch it, scratch it, scratch it.
Yeah, I seen her.
She ran into my cart. Knocked over all my stuff.
-All right, when was that? -'Bout an hour ago.
Came running down like a bat outta hell, looking for Shay.
Okay. Who-Who's Shay?
Oh, y'all are really looking, huh?
Well, I'm really looking for some food, if you know what I mean.
Right, okay.
Uh, tell us who Shay is, where we could find her,
and my man'll go buy you a cheesesteak.
All right. Thanks.
Yo! You wanna get your hands off my stuff
before you lose a finger?
-You Shay? -I'm Mind-Yer-Damn-Business.
We're cops. Are you Shay now?
What do ya want?
We were told this woman, Violet Casso,
came looking for you earlier.
We need to know where she is.
I never seen her. Bye now.
You Catholic, Shay?
-I dabble. -You "dabble"?
Did you dabble that off of Violet's wrist?
You know, the last time I told the cops some stuff,
I ended up in prison, and my kids ended up in foster care.
I understand. My kid comes from foster care.
Violet's her mother, and I don't want to be the guy
that loses his daughter's mother.
We just need to find her. Okay?
Me and Violet, you know, w-we look out for each other.
She used to bring me books--
just the romance ones,
not the boring history crap she was into.
And y-you just saw her an hour ago?
Yeah!
She just showed up.
And I hadn't seen her in a while so I was surprised.
You know where she was going?
Nah. She, uh, she gave me some cash.
Said she was gonna see some dude
named, uh, "Henry"-- something like that.
She-- She asked me to take care of her rosary.
I-I don't know why.
Got it. Um... Henry. You don't know Henry? Who he is?
Nah. She never brought him up before.
Violet's my girl.
If this'll help save her...
it's all yours.
I appreciate that, Shay. Thank you.
Thanks.
Let me know what's up. You know?
So that's where my tablet is.
I was planning on putting it back.
What, after you've worn yourself down from obsessing?
Well, it's better than sitting and imagining the worst.
You know you can talk to me, right?
Nikki wouldn't want you stressing like this.
Yeah, but we need to find Violet.
Look. We're doing everything that we can.
-Come on. Let me take you home. -Mike.
You've gotta stop treating me like a little kid.
Look, staring at your birth mom on a tablet screen,
it's not gonna make you feel better.
I know I can't control her actions,
but it was my letter that set her off.
-Mine. -[sighs]
And now I'm losing a part of me... again.
Which is why we don't want you getting hurt
more than you already are.
Look, I'm just doing what I know Nikki would want me to do,
-even if you don't agree. -I don't.
And the more you keep treating me like a fragile child,
the more I'm gonna believe it's my fault.
Okay, so we know that Violet is going to go see a guy named Henry,
but did Shay give you any other descriptions?
You know, like a last name?
Do we even know if Henry lives in Philly?
Nope. All we got is "Henry", so you gotta use your magic.
Okay, as much as I appreciate
your confidence in my Black Girl Magic,
I have dug deep into that hat-- there are no rabbits, Mike.
I mean, there's gotta be something.
Look, I-I searched old bank records
to see if there were any transactions
with someone named Henry-- nothing.
I called her old landlords
to see if there were any Henrys in the building.
Less than nothing. I'm sorry.
[groans] Yeah.
I know that you're feeling a certain way
about me helping Sid,
but how are you holding up?
You should've said something to us, Kemi.
Sid didn't go to you and Jay
because she was afraid
that you would treat her like a child,
but Sid i-is so much stronger
than you are giving her credit for.
All I'm tryin' to do is keep her safe.
Yeah, but this stepdad thing-- it's like a foreign language.
Then give yourself some grace!
We all had a hand in raising Sid to be a strong, capable woman
who can handle adversity.
I appreciate that.
But as long as Violet is missing, we are failing Sid.
We want to protect her?
We gotta find Violet.
[footsteps]
I'm gonna apologize to him, okay?
I don't need a lecture.
I wasn't gonna lecture you.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
You have nothing to say?
I didn't say I have nothing to say. I was going to say something,
but I wasn't gonna give you a lecture.
Well, say it.
Maybe you don't wanna hear it.
What?
Um, okay.
Look, Mike is a new dad, right?
Mm-hmm.
But I know for a fact his favorite part about being a new dad is...
-...bacon you happy. -Stop.
-Bacon-- -Dad...
That's his-- I mean...
come on, with the burnt bacon!
Dad, it's so bad.
-Really? -It's so bad!
Okay, all right. I'm gonna have to go deep, then.
-You want me to go deep? I'll go deep! -Oh, my God.
Do you remember--
-Okay. -Do you remember
when you taught me...
how to twerk?
Oh, my gosh! Dad! Stop!
-Do you remember when you-- -People are watching! Stop!
'Cause it's in my-- it's in the pelvis.
-Dad, stop! -It's in the hips, right?
-It's a shake. Yeah? -I see it. It's here.
-Uh-huh? -Yes, okay!
All right, you're smiling. Let's go. Come on.
Yeah, last name Casso, first name Violet.
Anything you got, you call me-- it's urgent.
[stammers] I-I found him. Henry.
All right, give me the breakdown.
Okay, uh... so, Violet has multiple misdemeanor arrests,
and so I figured if she and Henry were tight,
that maybe they got arrested around the same time and place,
so I searched old booking records, uh,
before and after Violet was processed and--
right there...
Henry Young.
Booked minutes after Violet for the same charges.
Nice work! All right, I'm gonna text Jay.
We gotta pull out all the stops, legal or otherwise.
-Find Henry Young. -I got you.
[keys clacking]
[church bell tolling]
Violet, please.
You can't do this to yourself.
I don't deserve to be here, Henry.
That's not true.
You've been carrying this grief
and guilt
for years.
You need to let it go.
I can't.
It's suffocating.
[a sob catches]
[voice cracks] And now she found me, Henry.
How can I face the child I abandoned?
What if there's some good in all this?
It was the biggest mistake of my life.
You left her
so she'd have a chance at a better life.
You had hope then.
And even now, it's not over.
Okay, Vi...
if you're so determined...
there's one thing you have to do first.
Guys, you need to come over here.
So that's Henry, and it took me a minute to find a photo because--
look at this--
Henry died 20 years ago.
He overdosed.
-What? -Okay, okay, okay.
Violet told Shay that she wanted to go "be with Henry".
If Henry's dead,
it makes it pretty obvious what she is going to do. No?
Yeah, but it's unclear if Henry is a friend or a lover.
Jay, Jay--
you see what I'm seeing, right?
I do now, yeah.
That's Sidney's father.
He died right after she was born.
All right, we need all hands on deck.
I'll go inform troops on the ground.
-Please get this off the screen. -Okay.
When you died...
I fell apart.
I couldn't be a mother.
I couldn't be anything.
This thing you're asking me to do...
...I just can't.
Don't leave without saying goodbye.
You both deserve that much.
[dialing]
[line ringing]
[ringing]
Hello?
Sidney?
Mom?
Violet?
-Trace the call. -I'm on it.
Hello?
I'm here. [sobs] Okay. I'm here.
I'm really glad you called.
It's really nice to hear your voice.
I like hearing yours, too.
[sighs]
I imagined all the ways your voice would be...
...and now that it's you, it's perfect.
Yeah. Yours too.
Uh, I di-- I didn't mean to mess up your life
by reaching out.
I just thought that maybe we could connect.
All I care about is if you're safe.
Are you?
Safe?
Violet?
I... need you to know--
I'm not sorry I had you.
I'm just sorry I gave you up.
I hope, in your own time, you can forgive me.
[breath shaking]
[voice quivers] I do, and, um...
I don't know, I just thought that maybe we could connect,
like, uh, we could see each other in person.
I-I could come to you.
[sobs] My beautiful baby girl...
...it's time for me to go.
No. No-no-no, Violet--
I just called to wish you well.
And...
to tell you that you deserve the life that I couldn't give you.
Violet.
I really have to go.
I'm so proud of you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. You did good. Okay?
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Are you sure? -I promise. I promise.
-[sobs] Okay. -Yeah.
Hey. I got a trace. Violet's in Center City.
I'm pulling up details right now.
Hey. I'll be right back. Yeah?
-[click] -[gasp]
[exhales]
[exhaling]
So cell towers triangulated the call
to a one-block radius in Center City.
Look, that's a densely populated section of downtown.
It's dozens of buildings, places to search...
she's still gonna be a needle in a haystack.
Okay. Then instead of focusing on where she could be,
let's locate where she would be. All right?
So, there's office buildings, apartment buildings,
a church, several restaurants--
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. You said church?
-Yeah. -She had a rosary.
Maybe the church meant something to her.
What's the name of that church?
Uh... let's see.
St. Mary's Sanctuary Church.
Oh, my God, that's the church where she left me as a baby.
And according to his autopsy record,
that's the same place that Henry OD'd.
All right. I'm grabbing Jason.
We gotta get to St. Mary's, right now.
Wait! I want to go with you.
No, no. If something goes wrong--
You know what? You're right.
You're strong. You could handle this.
And if Violet sees you, maybe she will realize
that she has something to live for.
Come on.
[wheels whoosh]
-Thank you. -Yeah.
[door opening]
Hey, Violet?
Hey, it's okay. Hey. It's okay. It's okay.
Easy, easy.
We just got Sidney in the car. She'd love to meet you.
That's all.
Just want to help you. Okay?
Look, I'm gonna put my gun away,
but I need you to do me a favor.
You gotta put yours down, too. Okay? Same time?
Yeah? Look.
[pistol clicks into holster]
-Good. -Now step away. Step away. -[doors open]
-Hands where we can see them! -No, no! Hey! No! Hey!
No, no, no! No! Don't! Put--
[door opens]
Where the hell did she go?
In the alley! Come on.
[car brakes screeching, horn honking]
[horn blares]
[brakes screech]
[horn blares]
Hold on, hold on.
[wheezing]
Stairs!
[wheezing]
[siren yelps]
[sniffling]
[sirens wailing]
Violet?
My name is Jason.
I'm Sidney's dad.
Just relax, okay? This is Mike-- Sidney's honorary dad.
We just--We just wanna talk to you. Can I come closer, please?
No.
Don't come closer.
We know you've been living with some struggles.
Okay? But you have the chance to make a positive choice,
and it can lead to a positive future.
I don't! I don't have a choice.
You do, Violet. You do have a choice.
That's what I'm saying. There's people that care.
People that want to see you safe and happy. Okay?
Y-You don't have to do this alone.
Hey, hey. Violet, look at me!
Think about Coleman.
Serenity Way House wouldn't be the same without you.
And-And-And Shay-- she cares about you, we all do!
[sniffles]
You don't even know me.
I feel like I know you, Violet.
I do.
You gave us Sid, okay? And that's the best thing
that's ever happened to me in my whole life.
[sniffling and sobbing]
Hey, Violet.
Violet, look. This is yours,
and I know it means something to you.
Can I bring it to you, please?
[sobs] Stay back! Stay back.
Violet?
[sniffles]
[gasps] Sidney?
[Violet sobs]
Please don't do this.
I know it may not seem like it,
but the world is a better place with you in it--
my world is a better place with you in it.
[Violet weeps]
I'm just so tired of the pain.
I left my own baby!
I can't do this anymore.
Yes, you can!
I barely know you, but I know how strong you are--
with everything you've been through--
and I'm not mad at you for giving me up.
I-- I have an amazing life and a beautiful family.
And it's all because you were brave enough
to do the hardest thing a mother could ever do.
I need you here, Violet.
I need you to meet your grandchild.
[breath catches]
I'm having a baby.
A baby?
Your life matters.
At least, to me, it does.
[sobbing]
Okay.
-Nice and slow. -"We never left you"
Give us your hand.
"We never left you that day"
We got you. We got you. We got you.
"Couldn't hold you"
"But you didn't wanna be held Anyway"
[sobbing]
"So hang on Hang on"
"Hang on, hang on"
[knocking]
I've never seen you so covered up.
Why are you in a very, very tight turtleneck?
Well, you made it very clear that you don't like it
when I wear my uniform around the office, so...
Well, thanks for coming.
That's actually what I wanted to talk about.
You know how, sometimes I overthink,
and then panic, and then overthink some more?
Yeah, it's, uh... kinda your thing.
Well, today forced me to kind of reevaluate.
My mom has bipolar disorder
which is the real reason I didn't want to introduce you.
I kept worrying about how she'd react.
But it's time I take my own advice.
I can't be responsible for my mom's happiness.
I am letting go of that burden.
Whoosh--!
-[laughing] -...sshhhh!
Burden gone.
So...
we're all going out for dinner next week.
I mean... if you still want to.
Are you sure?
100%.
Come here.
All right. Good news.
Violet voluntarily checked herself
back into the psych facility for treatment,
and the doctor said, if all goes well, in a few days,
she could have visitors.
Okay. Thanks, Mike.
Yeah.
Uh, okay. I'll start.
Um...
on the roof, you, uh...
yeah, you said something,
and, um, Dad One and Dad Two would like to know
if it, uh, if it was true.
Yeah... uh...
surprise!
Yeah.
Yeah, it's true.
Okay, before you say anything. I-I do plan on keeping the baby.
I-I mean, that's why I needed to reach out to Violet.
I need to know where I came from and who my child may be.
I've never seen you guys so speechless.
-You're mad. -No! No, we're just...
we're, you know, just processing.
We're not mad. At all.
Not mad. I'm just... I'm overcome with, um...
uh...
-something. -Yeah! Yeah.
You two are so, so weird.
Anyway, um, the father--
obviously, there's a father.
Um, we should know his name and his address.
Not that we're gonna do an extensive background check
or anything like that-- to be supportive, is all.
Okay. What-- What I think Dad One means is,
that there is no rush.
When you're ready to talk, we are ready to listen.
Now is good, if it works for you.
Shut up.
And this is why I am so thankful for Dad Number Two,
to balance out Dad Number One.
[slap]
Guys, I don't know.
I'm just gonna take it one step at a time.
And yes, the baby does have a father
and I will reach out to him and...
I don't know. I'm just gonna figure it out.
I love you. And I got you.
I'm proud of you.
Everything. I got you. No matter what.
Okay? Always.
[exhaling heavily]
[tumblers clatter]
Drink?
Yeah, but I think we're gonna need a bigger bottle.
That'll do.
Yeah, I'm just gonna keep the bottle, if that's okay.
Ohh. So...
cheers to a helluva day, huh?
Yeah. I mean, I guess we're gonna be grandparents.
Mm, well, I mean, I meant Violet, but...
yeah, that too.
[Jason puts glass down]
And you know what? I, uh...
...couldn't ask for a better partner in crime.
I'm touched.
Crisis averted.
Yeah, well, for me, but you--
you, um, you got Lamaze classes coming up.
You got-- you gotta baby-proof this whole house.
Sid's gonna have to squeeze your hand when the--
Yeah, okay. Where's the "we" in this?
Yeah, I don't hear "Dad One" anywhere in there.
That's not in the specifications
-of Dad One duties. -Well, it sounds like
Dad One doesn't have any duties.
Here's something, though--
I think you will be...
"Peepaw".
Yes. And I...
-uh, will be "G-Dawg." -Don't start.
I'm too young for this.
No, no. You know, it actually fits your aesthetic.
-Does it? -Yeah, yeah.
You kinda have an old man face.
It's not past your bedtime, "G-Dawg"?