Unforgettable

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Says here you pressed

domestic violence charges

three years ago against

your alleged assailant,

Michael Vargas.

He was convicted and served

12 months' probation.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

They dated for two years.

And you were treated in

a psychiatric hospital after the incident.

That was my choice.

But after the restraining order was up,

you tried to resume contact.

You tell me, Ms. Banks,

after all this why would you wanna

go back and reunite with Mr. Vargas?

No.

We downloaded the contents

of Mr. Vargas' phone.

I have almost 50 pages

of Facebook messages

between you and Mr. Vargas.

These belong to you?

Yes.

But you don't understand, I...

The man is dead,

found in your home,

with your face all over his phone

and your delicates found in his car.

Now you're gonna have to

help me out here.

That's what we always said

this company was about, right?

Taking risks, adventures,

and bringing stories to life.

Although she clearly didn't get the memo

that mindset only applies

to adventures we have together.

I could not be more thrilled

for her next chapter.

To Julia,

the woman who has brought

so many stories to life

as our chief online editor

- now gets to have a life of her own...

- Thank you.

...and will be working remotely

in her pajama jeans and granny panties.

To Julia. We love you.

- Am I crazy?

- No.

David is amazing, all right?

And what happened with Michael

was not your fault.

You are a survivor.

Look, if the universe owes

anyone a solid, I think it's you.

And you can always come home.

- Well...

- Oh.

With that ring, you're never coming home.

Well, at least you know

you can if you want to.

- Oh, God.

- Don't be mad.

Got you a little something.

- I hate you.

- I hate you, too.

- This better have been on sale.

- It was.

- And a re-gift.

- It was a re-gift. I've worn it.

There's makeup on it.

It is. It looked terrible on me.

But it's for all those UV rays

in Southern California

that'll be aging you prematurely.

That's why I quit smoking.

Oh, you have to eat this cake.

This isn't the shitty cake

we get for the interns.

- This is the real thing.

- Shh.

Welcome home, Mrs. Connover.

That's not my name yet,

Mr. Connover.

Well, I'm just practicing.

How am I doing?

Ten.

I love it here, this house.

You were born here.

You grew up here.

It's amazing.

Really amazing.

Well,

now this is our home together,

Mrs. Connover.

Okay.

- We actually have to get up now.

- Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay.

Yeah. 'Cause Lily's coming over.

Okay, I'm gonna get UP-

And Tessa.

All right. All right...

I'm up. I'm up. I'm up.

There.

Now you're perfect.

Just like Mommy.

And remember,

if you miss me, and you wanna

come home, just tell Daddy, okay?

Mmm-hmm.

Hi, Lily Bean.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Oh, let me get you out of there.

All right.

Oh, you're getting so big.

Okay, grab your backpack.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

This is so nice, Tessa. Thank you.

You're very welcome.

I hope you'll be happy here.

Me, too. I think I will be.

Well, I've prepared

Lily's lunch for tomorrow

so that you don't need to bother with it.

- Oh, you didn't have to.

- Not a problem.

And David, please remember,

bed time 7:
30.

No liquids after 6:00

unless we want another accident.

Right, sweetheart?

Hey, we got this.

- Okay

- Right?

Mmm-hmm.

- Good. Say bye to Mommy.

Bye, sweetheart.

Mmm, I miss you already. See you

in a couple of days. Be good, okay?

Okay, Mommy.

Thanks.

- Say hi to Julia.

- Hi, Julia.

Hi, Lily.

What's up, Oreo?

You ready? You got him?

Oh, my God, he's so heavy.

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