[Abby] Previously on Chesapeake Shores:
Mike Herrmann's gonna be the new captain.
You're gonna be the lieutenant, if you want.
I don't think that I'm feeling for you what you're feeling for me.
-You don't have to say another word. -Is there anything I can do
to get switched to another PO?
Do you have that agreement about dissolving our partnership?
-I had time to think. -The car is packed and the plane is ready.
Cancel the plane. We're staying in Chesapeake Shores.
How far along are you? From your blank expressions,
I'm the first to tell you. You're pregnant.
-[tranquil music playing] -[birds chirping]
-Wow. -Wow.
-We're gonna have a baby. -We are.
-You're gonna be a mom. -And you're gonna be a dad.
But we shouldn't tell anyone for the first-- What do they say?
The book says the first trimester.
It's gonna be so hard to keep it from everyone.
But it's best.
Until we know for sure that everything's okay.
Also... I know that you talked to the chief about the lieutenancy
and I know that you're not ready to stop going on runs, but--
I didn't turn it down.
I accepted it.
-You did? -Yeah. I think it's time I moved up.
I could teach those recruits a thing or two.
[upbeat music playing]
♪ Plane ticket already paid I'm gone but it don't mean nothing ♪
♪ I'm close even though I'm far away ♪
♪ That's how I remember you ♪
♪ Stuck here on the red-eye special ♪
♪ I can't wait to see you again ♪
♪ So don't think of me Not being around ♪
♪ Just listen for the sweet, sweet sound ♪
♪ Of the taxi pulling up the driveway ♪
♪ I'm coming home soon ♪
[vocalizing]
[upbeat music playing]
He shoots.
He scores.
Well... here we are.
Dad's crew did such an amazing job on this place.
-Your very own law office. -[phone ringing]
-[gasps] Your very first phone call. -Who has this number?
-[ringing continues] -That's a very good question.
Connor O'Brien, attorney-at-law.
[chuckles]
-Uh, yes, Gran, you are my first call. -[Abby laughs]
Uh, I don't know, I'll ask. Abby, is Jay coming over for dinner again?
-Uh, yes, I think so. -Again?
Yes, again.
Thank you.
Uh, we are having Jay's favorite. Pot roast.
All right. Let's get out of here, attorney-at-law.
Just one finishing touch.
All right.
Voilà.
-Ah. Impressive sign. -Right?
-Let me take a picture. -Okay.
All right.
-All right. -[Abby] There he is.
-[Abby laughs] Oh! -[Kevin] Oh!
Remember, I told you starting your own business was risky.
-Mail's here. -Okay.
Uh, are you sure you want me to take the Cleveland trip?
Yeah, I think it's time.
You can put them in line.
Use your New York City, big business scary face on them.
Okay.
You mean, uh, this face?
-[shudders] Giddyap. That was scary. -Good, I still got it.
Evan Kincaid wants me to speak with his board in Pennsylvania.
-I guess it's on the way. -Sounds like one of my old business trips.
Yeah. You take the next one
because I do not wanna become an absentee parent.
-No, you do not. -This package is for you.
Would you open it, honey? I gotta finish these plans.
Yep.
-Okay. -What?
Uh, someone's cremains.
-Someone's what? -Ashes.
Somebody's ashes.
"Mick. You were a great friend of mine.
We got each other through the toughest of times of our lives.
For old time's sake,
would you scatter my poor ashes over the Chesapeake Bay Islands?
That's where I spent the happiest times of my life."
Sweet, but sad.
Yes, it is.
-But who is it? -It doesn't say.
[serene music playing]
[gasps] Oh, that is great.
Yes, this weekend.
Thanks, Carter. It means the world.
Mm-hm.
[sighs]
That was Carter Milburn,
one of the most influential art critics on the East Coast.
When he shows up this weekend, Erin Kinley's jaw will hit the floor.
She's gonna see that I still have connections myself.
You must if you get someone to come all that way to help you.
Oh, Carter would do anything for me.
He owes me big time.
That sounds like an interesting story.
It's one you're probably better off not knowing.
[cell phone rings]
Hello. Oh, yeah, hey, Donna.
Okay. Are you sure?
Okay, thanks very much. Bye-bye.
That was the post office.
I called them to see if they could find out where that package came from.
-The urn? Did they? -Mm.
Yeah. It came from a nursing home in Culpeper, Virginia.
Turns out they are the ashes of a Eugene Segar.
Eugene Segar? Well, I sure don't recall that name.
Neither do I.
-Well-- -I don't--
Have I told you how hot you look with that wedding ring on?
-I was thinking the same thing about you. -Mm.
[ringing]
-I'll go. -No, it's my turn.
-Let's go together, husband. -All right, wife.
[Jess] Hello, Mr. McNear.
Oh, so at least the bell works.
Sorry. How can we help you?
You know your birds have made a mess all over my new Lexus?
Oh.
They're not really our birds.
But we'll be sure to alert the bird board immediately, sir.
Are you being sarcastic?
Sorry, no. We will clean your car.
Also, the Wi-Fi here is very spotty. Took me forever to sign in this morning.
I apologize for that too, sir. I'll check the modem immediately.
-I hope your breakfast was satisfactory. -It was... fine.
The butter patties were too cold.
It ripped a hole in my toast when I was spreading it.
It won't happen again.
-I'll be sure to warm them myself. -See that you do.
If he's so miserable, why does he keep staying here?
I don't know. Maybe he's one of those guys that loves to complain.
-So then we are giving him what he wants. -Oh, precisely.
-Can I help you? -I was hoping to see Lieutenant O'Brien.
She's very busy studying the building codes and can't be--
-Oh. Is that a gift? -Maybe.
Is it for me?
Not exactly, but open it.
Aw.
They're so cute. I just couldn't pass them up.
Now all we need is a tiny horse and little tiny cows.
-That can be arranged. What? Oh. -[knocking on door]
Hey, lieutenant, the building code meeting got moved up an hour.
Great. I'll be up in five.
Oh! When can we start telling people?
Keeping this a secret is starting to get to me.
Yeah, you and me both.
-Maybe we should tell them this weekend. -Why not? Just the families.
Yeah, they deserve to know.
I'm only gonna be gone for four days and the girls say they're fine with it.
Gran and Dad can take care of them, but--
-But a little extra aunt attention? -Yes.
-We'll be there. -With bells on.
Right. Where are you going, anyway?
Uh, I have to go to Ohio to put out a fire for Dad.
And then, uh, Evan wants me to speak with his board.
-Evan? -Evan?
Yeah. He's flying me to Pennsylvania, so it's on the way.
-He's flying you? -To Pennsylvania?
Yes. Is there an echo?
Oh, my gosh. You guys, there's nothing going on with me and Evan Kincaid.
Oh, of course not.
No. But this is a classic move, though.
-The whisk-away. -The whisk-away?
-Is that a thing? -A thing?
Have you never heard of the whisk-away?
He whisks you away to some romantic spot.
In Pennsylvania?
-She's obviously never been whisked away. -Oh, it's so sad.
Have you really never heard of a working relationship
-between a man and a woman? -Yeah. Seen it millions of times.
But we've seen you two together. Palpable tension.
Te--? There is tension because he makes me tense.
Not in a good way.
Has it ever occurred to you that Evan might have feelings for you?
What about your feelings for Evan?
Do-- [speaking gibberish]
She's getting whisked away.
So whisked.
[Megan sighs]
Do you have to carry that thing with you everywhere you go?
I can't leave it at the office. I don't understand. You read the letter.
How could I mean so much to this guy when I can't even remember who he is?
Megan, there's someone here to see you.
Ah! Carter.
-Megan. Oh, so good to see you. -Oh, you too.
[Carter] Look at you. This is just exactly how I pictured you.
Down by the shore with the sun glistening off the water.
-It's idyllic. -Aw.
Carter Milburn, this is Mick O'Brien.
Of course, the ex-husband.
And you are?
Nell O'Brien, the mother-in-law.
Ex?
Son, there's no such thing as an ex-mother-in-law.
Ah.
-Touché. -So how was your flight?
It was abysmal.
What they pass off as first class nowadays is a joke.
Well, we should run.
Uh...
We will be back for dinner. Erin Kinley should be there now.
With her claws out, no doubt? I can't wait to clip them.
Mick, you sure you don't wanna come along?
Oh, he'd be bored with all our art talk.
Yes, you know us country folk. We bore easily.
-We'll be back soon. -[Nell] Uh-huh.
-I don't think I like him. -I don't like him either.
-So, what are you gonna do with this? -I haven't the foggiest.
And I can't very well spread his ashes if I don't know who he is.
Surely, there has to be an obituary on this man.
Nope.
Oh...
You know, that's really sad. I'll light a candle for him.
-Light one for me while you're at it. -Darling, I'm always lighting one for you.
[upbeat music playing]
-Luke. -Hey, Connor.
-Hi. -Can I get you something?
I could go for a beer.
Hey, I wanted to talk to you about that issue with your parole officer.
Yeah.
I contacted my friend at the Parole Commission.
Look, um, I can't pay for this, so you know.
No, it's my first job as an independent attorney. It's pro bono.
Thanks. I really appreciate that.
[sneezes]
-Oh, bless you. -Sorry.
[groans] Allergies.
I was cleaning out the, uh, storage room and there was tons of dust.
So, what did you find out?
Well, the usual complaints about how underfunded they are
and how hard his job is. But I'm sorry to tell you this, Luke,
but it's really hard to change parole officers.
You have to file a complaint with cause,
and if it's not upheld, you're stuck with the same PO.
Yeah. Then Sullivan would really have it out for me.
Afraid so.
However, my friend Barry, the guy at the Parole Commission,
he's gonna keep looking into it and see if he can pull some strings.
Thanks.
Oh.
-Your beer. -Thank you.
No problem.
-I'm gonna be meeting Bree here tonight. -Nice.
-You tell her yet? -No.
No. Not yet. Trying to get up the nerve.
It's surprising how seldom it comes up in conversations.
"What's your favorite music? What's your favorite color?"
"Have you been in prison?"
But I'm gonna tell her tonight.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
All right. Good man.
-Oh, Bree, hey. -Hi, Jerry.
Um...
Could I see you this afternoon? I wanna talk in my office.
-Yeah, sure. -Okay.
-Am I in trouble before I get started? -Oh, no. Nothing like that. Um...
It's just-- I, uh...
You know what? Never mind. I'm sorry.
-No. What is it? -Um...
It's just...
Well, I saw you at the wedding dancing with Luke Tatum.
Oh. Okay.
And I recognized him from high school.
-Jerry. Jerry? -And--
What I said to you has nothing to do with Luke.
No, I know. I'm not jealous. That's not what this is. I just--
I remembered hearing something about him.
-Oh, that's not-- -And I couldn't remember what it was.
-That doesn't-- Let's not do that. -Look, Bree, how well do you know Luke?
-I know him well enough. -Did you know he just got out of prison?
[pensive music playing]
I have a friend in the Legal Department and he did some research.
And it turns out that Luke Tatum did time for assault and battery.
Three years, Bree, at North Branch Correctional Institution.
He didn't tell you, did he? Bree.
Bree, wait. I--
[David] What's up, Jess?
You know how we have so many five-star reviews on Yelp?
-Yes, because you tell me all the time. -We just got our first terrible one.
Our first bad review. That means we're officially in business.
-It's not funny. -To be honest,
I thought it was your sisters writing those five-star reviews.
They're not doing that.
We get good reviews because we deserve them.
We definitely didn't deserve this. Look.
[David] Ooh. One star.
That is pretty brutal.
I don't recognize the name. I think it could be a fake.
Do you think it could be Mr. McNear?
-Does it mention cold butter patties? -No, but it covers everything else.
Jess, we can't please all the people all the time.
Bad reviews are just part of the territory.
Well, I am going to be professional
and respond to this reviewer very nicely
and offer to make it up to them if they should return.
"Subpar roasted salmon"?
Are they insane?
My roasted salmon is nothing short of magnificent.
What an idiot.
See what I mean?
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. How are you?
Were you in prison?
-Who told you? -Doesn't matter.
What matters is you didn't.
[dramatic music playing]
I was gonna tell you.
Okay. I'll never really know that, though, will I?
No, you won't.
You were convicted of assault and battery?
Yeah.
You wanna know if I did it, right? Or if I was wrongfully convicted?
Yeah. Did you do it?
I did it.
Wound up with three years in prison, a year off for good behavior.
Why?
Why assault and battery or why good behavior?
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want you to look at me the way you're looking at me now.
[tranquil music playing]
Erin, three lawyers have looked at that so-called agreement
you have with Driscoll, and they found major holes.
[Nell] Ah!
Son.
-Good day to you. -Yeah, Mom.
-Good shopping. -Thanks.
Megan and Carter make a good team, don't they?
Indeed.
They do.
You think they have a history?
-A history? -You know what I mean.
Well, she was in New York
on her own for 17 years.
I imagine she had a history with someone.
-Didn't you? -Probably.
Did you tell her about Martha?
-That's ancient-- -History.
Okay, maybe there's a little tiny bit of something.
-I mean, he is right here now. -Uh-huh.
-Why don't you talk to her about it? -I don't know if I have that right.
I don't even know where we stand.
We've just been, both of us, sort of drifting.
No declarations have been made.
Maybe it's time you did.
I love you.
I love you more.
Bree.
Hey.
Hi.
Look.
I'm sorry.
-I didn't mean to tell you that way. -You did what you meant to do.
Okay, maybe I shouldn't have butted in, but I care about you.
And I just-- You should know what you're getting into.
Okay, but, Jerry, what I'm getting into is my own business.
I don't think you have a right to judge Luke.
You don't know what he's been through.
-Do you? -I--
-I suppose he gave you some sob story. -No, he didn't.
He did not do that.
I didn't give him the chan-- Never mind.
So between the Maryland Art Foundation
and the lawyers finding holes in the agreement with Arthur,
-looks like-- -Megan O'Brien has done it again.
Driscoll exhibit can open here in Chesapeake Shores.
Nothing is definite yet. But it looks like it.
-I'll be right back. -Mm-hm.
[cell phone ringing]
Mick?
-Are you okay? -Yeah. I'm just getting more wine.
-You want some? -Mm. I'm fine.
You don't like Carter, do you?
Hey. He saved your art show. I think that's great.
-But you don't like him? -Not particularly.
-Is that a problem? -No.
-I just-- -We can't like all the same people.
No.
I guess not.
Was there ever anything between you two?
You mean, did I ever date him?
Yes.
But that was a long time ago.
-I'm just asking. I'm not jealous. -I didn't say you were.
-We haven't had that talk yet, have we? -What talk?
About what happened during the time that we were apart.
-[Abby] Dad, do you have a second? -What's up?
Well, I contacted the nursing home where Eugene Segar died,
-and I think I found something. -Yeah?
I printed a photo from the obituary in the local paper.
They gave you the wrong name. It's Eugene David Seigal.
[Mick] I'll be a son of a gun.
That's Buzz.
Hi. Uh, two mango mambos, please, with everything.
-Dad, why are we here? -You don't like mango mambos?
No, I do. I thought you were gonna tell me about Buzz.
Oh, Buzz.
Yeah. Do you remember this place?
I spent some of my happiest hours here.
Juicy Juice has only been here for a year.
That's true.
-You remember what was here before that? -The Crab Shack?
-And before that? -I have no idea.
The Windjammer.
Best bar in town. Best people. The best bartender.
-Was Buzz the bartender? -The best bartender on the East Coast.
He could make a perfect margarita. Great tequila. Fresh squeezed lime juice.
Not too sweet, just the right amount of salt,
and he could listen to your problems for hours.
-Hm! Like a therapist. -No, better.
How many therapists do you know that serve fried peanuts?
Well, I could ask around.
That was the summer your mom left. That was pretty rough on all of us, huh?
[sighs] Yeah. I remember.
You never talked about it.
Uh, it was just such a tough year.
I was working 17-hour days,
and, uh, wasn't home, hardly at all.
She had you guys, alone.
And then, one day, I got this--
I got this three-page letter saying she didn't want me to come home anymore
if I was gonna...
I thought I had to be strong for you and your brothers and sisters.
I was brought up that way, you know.
I know.
But here with Buzz,
I could talk about anything and everything.
I'd unload on him and he'd unload on me.
We'd argue about politics, baseball, football.
But mostly, he'd just let me talk
and talk, and--
And when I was all talked out, he'd say, "Yeah, that must be tough."
And you never knew his name?
I didn't think he knew my name, either. I was always, "Margarita, rocks, salt."
I used to come here every Wednesday after work.
That was a crazy summer. You remember? Jess almost flunked first grade.
Connor broke his arm.
Bree locked herself in her room with her notebook.
You acted out like crazy, and Kevin got mono.
And Mom left.
Yes, there was that too.
Hence the, uh, flunking and arm breaking, and notebook and mono.
I tried to be there for you, for all of you. I just--
I just did not know how.
[sighs]
You did okay.
You didn't think so at the time.
Well, I was young.
I was young too.
Thank you.
-Well, I'm glad Buzz was there for you. -Yeah. I didn't--
I never realized how important he was to me
until I came by one day and this place was all closed up.
Out of business.
Never got a chance to thank him.
Well, now you can.
Yes. Thanks, Buzz.
-To Buzz. -To Buzz.
[cell phone ringing]
Hi, Evan.
-You ready to go to that board meeting? -Uh, yes.
-Where should I meet you? -Open your office door.
-Your chariot awaits. -Uh...
-You don't have an actual chariot, do you? -No, but that'd be so cool.
I'll get my bag.
-May I, Abby? -Thank you.
[cell phone rings]
Hey, Bill, how are you?
How does Thursday sound?
Sounds good. We'll make it happen.
Mandrake, make a note. Bill on Thursday. Get him a gift.
-My discretion, sir? -You always know best.
Sorry, Abby, business never stops.
-Now, Mandrake, to the helipad. -Yes, sir.
Heli-what now?
-He hasn't even responded. -Who hasn't?
The person who left the horrible review.
I wrote them a nice reply, offering them another stay here.
And nothing. Zilch.
-Nada. Do you know what that means? -Uh-uh.
It means they're not a real customer.
Because a real customer would've taken me up on that.
-Are you sure about that? -[gasps]
-I bet it was Ben Fogerty. -Who's that?
You know. The guy that runs Shoreline Motel on Route 40.
He hates competition. Bet he's trying to run us out of business.
I gotta give him a piece of my mind.
No. Jess, just let it go.
I'll write a bad review for his motel.
-How do you spell "abysmal"? -Jess, come on, just be the bigger person.
-Okay. Where's the fun in that? -It's fun because--
Okay, it's not fun. It's the right thing to do.
Why is doing the right thing so unrewarding?
I don't know, honey.
Okay. Abysmal.
A-B-Y--
[upbeat music playing]
Here we are.
Sorry about the turbulence over Harrisburg.
It's okay, you can't control the weather. Tell me you can't control the weather.
-No, not yet. That'd be a heck of an app. -[Abby] Mm.
-This is a beautiful place. -Thanks. One of my getaways.
-Your what-aways? -Getaway.
Hello, Evan. Tea is on the deck.
Henrietta, you are a life-saver.
I'm gonna go change. Mandrake will show you to the deck.
-I wanna talk to you before the meeting. -Okay. About what?
A private matter.
-Where's the deck? -Some distance.
I'll get the golf cart, Abby.
[Mandrake] Can I get you anything else?
I think I have every sandwich known to man.
Wonderful.
Tell me there's Nutella and banana on whole wheat.
[Mandrake] Just as you like.
-Text if you need anything else. -Thank you.
That Mandrake is a marvel.
A magician.
Very good.
-You have everything you need? -And then some.
Good.
[clears throat] Abby, I really wanted to talk to you.
It's important.
It's the real reason I asked you here.
It's obvious we have connected in a very profound way.
And I realize this might sound kind of sudden, but hear me out.
[cell phone rings]
Darn phones, never a moment's peace.
Let me silence this.
Okay.
Where was I? Um...
Important.
We connected. Might sound sudden. Okay.
I think we both know what I'm gonna say, so why don't I just say it.
Excuse me, sir, but it's Warren in Bali and he says it's urgent.
Warren always says it's urgent. Uh...
I'm sorry, Abby, please excuse me.
I'll be right back. Hold that thought.
[FaceTime chiming]
Uh, Jess? I'm patching in Bree. I'm having a predicament.
[gasps] A two-sister predicament?
Bree, you're on with Jess. I need some help.
Where are you?
At some castle in Pennsylvania.
-I wanna go to a castle in Pennsylvania. -Stop. Listen. Focus.
Okay. I'm here with Evan.
I think you're right. I think this is a whisk-away.
What did we tell you?
We told you.
Okay. That is not helpful.
-What did he say? -He said, "I need to talk to you,
we've made a connection, this might seem sudden."
-He said that? -What did he say next?
-Nothing. What do I do? -What do you wanna do?
Take his helicopter and fly away.
He has a helicopter?
Jess, focus.
-I gotta go. -[Bree] Okay, call us back.
[Jess] Call us back or we'll never forgive you.
Apologies. A tropical storm is playing havoc with a project in Bali.
But I'm back. I've told them to hold my calls so we can focus.
Okay.
Focus on what?
I was saying we have a real connection and though it may seem sudden--
Evan, I have to stop you.
-Pardon? -I can't let you go on. I--
I am flattered, really,
but my feelings for you are entirely--
Oh... boy.
Wait a minute. Did you think--?
I didn't think. My sisters thought, and they got in my head.
-You thought I was gonna ask you out? -Well...
No. No, nothing like that.
I was gonna offer you a job at my company.
-Because we have a connection. -Exactly.
I think you're one of the smartest, sharpest people I've ever met.
-I want you to join the Kincaid Group. -Wow. Well, firstly, I'm flattered.
I've said that, but for different reasons.
Um...
Uh, secondly, no.
-No? -No.
I'm not leaving O'Brien Construction and Development.
It's the family business.
-It means everything to me and my dad. -Okay.
I like that. Loyalty.
Loyalty is good. Loyalty is admirable.
Hey, I know. What if I bought O'Brien Construction?
-Technically you'd still be working-- -Evan, you can't just keep buying things.
I can, Abby. That's the beauty of it.
Well, I appreciate the offer,
but, um, I'm perfectly happy where I am.
All right.
I respect that.
Here is what I was prepared to offer you.
-Will you reconsider? -Uh...
Evan, there are more important things than money.
A lot of people say that. Not many mean it.
Well, look at it this way.
Would you rather have a Nutella and banana sandwich, or truffles and caviar?
Why don't we go to that board meeting?
[Bree] You can't teach creativity.
So, what am I doing here?
I'm here to show you that... you already know how to be creative.
Every time you tell a story or a joke, every time you sing a song
or make a sketch or make an excuse to get out of something...
[students laugh]
...you're being creative. So here is what I want you to do.
I want you to write me something that tells me who you are.
Not who you used to be...
um, and not who you want to be.
Who you are right now.
Your best day, your worst day.
Two thousand words.
And, um, don't use your laptops. Use pen and paper, okay? Go ahead.
[upbeat music playing]
I think that's all the time we have.
Um, now I don't want you to hand those papers in.
I want you to hang on to them 'til next week, okay?
See you then.
I didn't realize you were auditing this class.
Yeah, I just wanted to check it out.
Oh, and, uh, here is my assignment.
I'll just be outside if you wanna talk about it after or, um...
if you don't, I'll understand.
Okay.
[pensive music playing]
This is well-written.
It's a good thing you're not in my class or you'd blow the curve.
Well, I'm, um, more interested in the content than the style.
The content was very moving.
Look, Bree, I don't wanna make any excuses for what I did.
I'm just-- I'm glad you gave me the chance to explain why I did it.
I can understand.
Yeah. Well, the jury couldn't.
Bree, I--
I understand, you know, if you wanna go. I get it.
I'm sitting right here.
-Well, what now? -I don't know.
-This is very new territory for me. -[cell phone ringing]
Yeah, I should get this. Sorry.
Oh. It's, um, my PO.
Parole officer. I--
No. Take it.
Hi, Mr. Sullivan.
Yes, sir, I'm on my way now.
I just gotta-- Just a bit late.
I know. It won't happen again.
I'm aware of that.
See you soon, sir.
You're aware of what?
[sighs] If I, uh, mess up in any way, I go back to prison.
That's the reality.
Um...
And you're late because...
I came to see you.
Oh.
[tender music playing]
-You should go. -Yeah.
-Go! -Okay. Yes, I do.
-Yeah. -Yeah. Okay, bye.
Okay.
[upbeat music playing]
Okay, Buzz, we're going for a little airplane ride.
But I warn you, I got some stuff to talk about,
so I hope you're still a good listener.
Mandrake will take you to the airfield.
You'll make it to Cleveland with plenty of time to spare.
Great.
-And about earlier-- -Oh, please, it's already forgotten.
Is it? You brought it up quite a few times.
-You have to admit it's funny. -Look at how you phrased it.
-"This might seem sudden." -[Evan chuckles]
-Okay, maybe I phrased it a little weird. -Mm-hm.
I was just trying to steal you away from your father in a business sense.
-This wasn't some whisk-away. -So that is a thing?
Well, I've never tried one. On purpose anyway.
Tell me, if this had been a whisk-away--
-Which it wasn't. -But if it had been, hypothetically...
What do you think? Any pointers?
[laughs]
Well, uh, if I had been in the mood to be whisked away by someone...
I suppose I would have been whisked.
-Hypothetically. -Hypothetically, of course.
[cell phone buzzing]
Must take this. Have a great time in the Buckeye State.
[Evan speaking Spanish]
I cannot figure him out.
Many have tried, Abby.
[pensive music playing]
I hope your father gets back. It's gonna be dark soon.
I'm sure he's fine, Mom. He's been flying for years.
I know. I worry. Silly.
Anybody need anything?
-I could use another coffee, please. -You got it.
Sarah, how is it being lieutenant?
Oh, it's great.
It's a lot of paperwork.
Going over the town map, restructuring fire codes.
Much more exciting than fighting fires.
Meanwhile, my husband delivered a baby in the freezer section of a supermarket.
To be fair, the mother did most of the work.
Besides, you love this new responsibility.
I have to get used to it.
Why? What do you mean?
Oh. Hey, Bree, how was your first day as a college professor?
Oh. Um, I'm just a visiting lecturer.
And, um, it was intimidating.
Yeah, just--
So many eyeballs staring at you, expecting you to teach them something.
But I realized that I could learn a lot from them.
The students teach the teacher just as much as the teacher teaches the student.
-Yeah. -This is decaf, right?
Always is after 8:00.
Yeah. Why am I so jittery?
Maybe because you sunk all of your savings into a new business,
and you're not sure if it's gonna work.
Oh, right. Thank you for reminding me.
Oh, it is getting dark. I hate it when he flies at night.
Mom, I'm sure he's fine.
Yeah. He's probably already landed.
You're right.
I'm gonna call the airfield.
He's probably gabbing again with the ground crew.
I hope he gets here soon.
What's the hurry?
Nothing. It'll keep.
So, uh, Connor, how's the new law practice going?
Slow but sure. I have a couple of clients.
I have a zoning dispute and two neighbors fighting over property lines.
Sounds about as exciting as my work.
You know what you should do? You should look into those Internet review apps
and sue them for libel.
Let it go, Jess.
They said that Mick hasn't come back yet.
The last radio contact they had with him was at 4:30.
They tried him just now.
They got nothing.
[dramatic music playing]
[theme music playing]
[narrator] Next on Chesapeake Shores:
That was my friend with the Coast Guard. They got a distress call but lost contact.
Megan, do you need anything?
I need Mick.
-Hey, Dad, what's up? -I've run into a bit of bad luck.
This was your last drug test, Tatum. Things aren't looking good.
I need to find an assistant.
-Hi. -Margaret Keller. Welcome aboard.
-Hey, you okay? -I got you.
[groans] Get this off.