You do know
you need not dress so formally here?
Does this meet your approval?
Oh, without question.
Your Grace, should we...
go upstairs?
I have a better idea.
Where are we going?
Out!
-So? -Yes?
Now that we have returned to the motherland,
we must revert to our real identities.
So, if you see me on the street...
Yes, of course. I am a true professional.
It's been a pleasure working with you, comrade.
Pleasure's mine.
Wait, wait, wait.
Really?
That's it?
You're just gonna walk away like this never happened?
That's what professionals do, right?
Sarah, I just had the best day of my life.
John B, you're gonna blow our cover.
Look, I don't care about my cover, Sarah.
I don't care if my friends find out
or your boyfriend with his frosty tips.
Look, yesterday,
I, I didn't even know who you were.
And today, I'm like...
Sarah Cameron.
And honestly, in my limited experience,
that's rare.
That's like, like eclipse rare,
like a blind person
seeing colour for the first time rare
or like Bigfoot evidence or the Northern lights.
Look, I can't pretend like this isn't real.
Like this didn't happen.
-I'm sorry. -Shut up.
I can't pretend either.
Hey, man. Get a room.
Hi. It's me again.
Is Maeve here?
Yeah. Yeah. She's in the back garden.
Hey.
Hi. What are you doing here?
I... I needed to talk to you.
What's, what's going on.
It was never about the clinic.
I did the clinic to be close to you.
And then you made me realise I'm good at something.
And I like helping people.
And I thought you ignored my message
and it crushed my heart.
And I stopped doing the clinic
because it reminded me of you and it sucked.
So, I wanna help people.
And I know this is only about the money for you,
but... let's just be a team. Again. Please?
Because if I can't be with you romantically,
I still wanna see you every day.
Nothing feels right when you're not around.
It wasn't just about the money for me.
I wanted to be close too.
Noah!
Why didn't you write me?
Why?
It wasn't over for me.
I waited for you for seven years
and now it's too late.
I wrote you 365 letters.
I wrote you every day for a year.
-You wrote me? -Yes!
It wasn't over.
Still isn't over.
Sure I can't give you a ride home?
I think if my mom saw me getting off your motorcycle,
she'd come out with a shotgun.
That's fair enough.
Jug?
What you said at Pop's.
I heard you.
Whatever you need to do or explore.
I support you.
You have a knack for getting in trouble.
You have a knack for saving my life.
I think I have a superhero stalker.
I was in the neighbourhood.
You are amazing.
Some people don't think so.
But you are.
Nice to have a fan.
Do I get to say thank you this time?
Wait.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry for...
what you've been through.
Nobody forced me to...
get behind the wheel that night.
That's a...
that's a choice I live with.
Yeah, but everything else.
Ryan manipulating the justice system.
Somebody should stop him.
I volunteer happily.
Well, I am working on it.
I just met a new lawyer for dinner last night.
Lawyer, you weren't on a date.
He thinks joint custody is doable
if I can just show how I'm really doing now.
And judge sees it.
If was sure Ryan could never find us,
I would grab Juliet and run to Paris.
And spend our days drawing outside Sacré-Cœur.
That sounds magical.
For you.
Tragic for me to lose you.
I shouldn't have reduced you to my issues.
You're nothing like my mother.
You adore your child and she should be with you.
You're just who you are.
You don't hide or embellish,
you own your mistakes
and stand up to the strikes against you.
You're so...
Oh no! Please no.
It's okay. Look. I think it's just us.
Oh shit. Love is gonna kill you.