You seem tired.
Yeah, I didn't get much sleep.
I spent all day yesterday
installing the new sound system,
and most of the night writing with Leigh,
trying to finish the album.
Well, I hope you got a lot done.
Yeah, I did.
We did.
You know, I just got behind with Nashville,
missed a few things, I'm kind of playing catch up.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Abby?
I just don't love hearing about you and Leigh.
We talked about this.
I know, and I trust you, it's just that...
Hey!
Okay.
You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd think that you went to Ireland just to shop, Mom.
Well, you don't know any better.
Why did you go?
For awhile the smell and taste of sweet breads
and shepherd's pie is so delicious,
but dining at Sally's feels like home.
It also feels like you're avoiding my question.
And you're avoiding
discussing your brother, Thomas.
Well I learned from the best, didn't I?
Son, you can't spend your whole life
fighting with your own brother.
Mom, Dad passed that land down to the O'Brien family
to be developed responsibly.
Not to go chasing after some politician,
to try and get them to give it away.
You don't know what Thomas intends.
Then maybe you should talk to him...
And I have, and I really need for you to talk to him.
I've got this under control.
I think I know my family just as well...
Is this scoop or sweetheart neckline?
Mermaid cut or A-Line?
Are A-Lines just Mermaids that gave up?
Empire, drop waist, bouffant, peplum,
chapel, cathedral... Oh, royal!
Definitely royal.
This is the only dress we have that fits you.
Isn't it bad luck to see the bride
in her dress before the wedding?
Since neither one of us are getting married,
I'm not worried.
This tuxedo is perfect too, we'll take it.
Little Nell is going to have the greatest wedding ever.
Clipboard me.
Okay: lighting, check.
Tables, chairs, check.
Silverware, plates, sign in book, check.
Oh, umm, thank you.
All we need is the cake,
the flowers, and you cooking dinner...
I have got a menu for your approval, check.
And I still need you to find a band.
I think it's great that
you're doing all this for your cousin.
Little Nell is my second cousin, I think...
Hi!
No, no...
Okay, relax, it's for little Nell.
Is she my second cousin?
Second cousin once removed.
Your great uncle, Pat O'Brien married Irene,
Eileen was Laura's sister and little Nell...
[Talking over one another]
Little Nell is my second cousin!
Not that this is freaking me out,
but why is everyone staring at me?
Because, you're beautiful...
Betsy! I think this tie a little tight...
♪ The miles are getting longer, it seems ♪
♪ The closer I get to you ♪
♪ So I'm going home, to the place where I belong ♪
♪ Where your love has always been enough for me ♪
♪ I'm not running from ♪
♪ No, I think you got me all wrong ♪
♪ I don't regret this life you chose for me ♪
♪ I said these places and these faces are getting old ♪
♪ So I'm going home ♪
♪ I'm going home ♪
Synced and corrected by johnyd13 ~ www.addic7ed.com ~
Genetic drift is the process responsible for what?
I object!
To what?
To your question.
Your honor, I move for immediate dismissal.
I'm gone to Ireland for only three weeks
and my grandson loses his mind.
I prefer non compos mentis.
Connor is interviewing for the DA job today, Gran.
And I'm going to nail it!
People love me.
More like tolerate.
Hey...
Genetic drift is responsible for losing
an existing allele due to random sampling.
Boom!
One for one.
Nice!
You might want to try Bennett, Beecham & Findlay.
I hear they're a great firm.
I don't need a backup plan or Plan B,
I'm a Plan A kinda guy, Dad.
Only a fool goes in without a back up plan.
Well, thank you.
Thank you very much for that.
Hello?
Hey.
Hey, I'm glad I caught...
almost everyone.
I'm throwing a dinner party Friday night at my new place...
Gran, will you talk to Pastor Wade
about officiating Little Nell's wedding?
Darling, it would be my pleasure...
Thank you.
Megan, that's a grand thing that you're doing.
And I'd love to be there, but I promised the Pastor
Friday night I have to help him with his dinner.
But I'm sure that everyone else will be there.
Dad, if I am going to analyze your relationship with Matt Fox,
I'm going to need those files.
I'm sorry honey, I've been working on the Trust.
I'll have it to you by this afternoon.
You know, I still don't get why Matt Fox wants me.
Doesn't he think I'm going to be biased being your daughter?
He's surrounded by biased,
everybody who's ever worked for him.
You're the only person who's ever said no to him,
so I think he trusts that you'll have the guts to say no again.
And what if I do?
What if I tell him not to do the deal?
Are you going to be okay with that?
Of course.
There's no one I trust more than you, honey.
And if you decide it's no,
then I'll trust in the fact that that's the right decision.
Have a great day.
Okay, bye.
No no, this is the wrong time period.
This one feels stuffy, like a Victorian bride.
We want it to feel more modern,
more sleek, more form fitting...
Uh, Martin?
Yes Bree, hang on a moment please.
Over here, this needs to be far more tight, snug.
We need to feel like he doesn't want to get married.
You know what? About that.
I was hoping that we could go back to my old version,
where the wedding isn't an actual wedding,
but more an expression of Ellie's broken dreams?
One moment please. Bree, walk with me.
It just doesn't really make sense that Ellie
would suddenly return to Charlie and marry him, you know?
I got your pages last night, I took a look at them.
And?
And I don't think we need to change anything, so...
Well, look at this!
Charlie is pretty horrible and manipulative,
and Ellie's become weak and confused.
I think she's one dimensional now.
Well Bree, I gotta be honest.
You don't write women like women.
They don't sound authentic.
Okay, well Ellie sounds like me.
Ellie is me.
Maybe that's the problem right there:
this play isn't about you.
The Last Dress is about men
on their quest to find working relationships.
Interesting, but right now it reads as though
men don't need women, or at least not independent women.
Listen, when WomenWrite contacted me
to produce your play, it was unfinished.
I finished it.
Yeah, by making women sound horrible.
No, by giving men a fair shot.
I don't know if this was because of your past,
or your issues with your father or what,
but the main issue is that not everyone is out to hurt you.
Wait!
So you're telling me that the chairs I paid for
are going to a party in Georgetown?
No, I don't care if they're for a congressman's birthday party,
and I don't care who he's related to...
He took my tables too?
Great!
Great.
And what am I going to do with three feet of dance floor?
Well, let him know that he just gave the bride something blue.
Y'know, like in sadness?
No? Forget it.
Uncheck, uncheck, uncheck.
Oh, Harvard Law.
Wow.
Yale, that's impressive.
You clerked for a federal judge...
All right, let me guess:
You gave up stamps and started collecting lead bars.
Books. Years of books.
Maybe now I'll actually have time to read something.
I'm glad you're home, Mom.
Not everyone is.
Give her some time to get there,
she'll adjust.
Maybe it was a mistake.
I had a whole life in New York.
You had one here first.
Yeah, but it wasn't really mine.
I was too young and too, I don't know.
But I am happy to be back,
and to see how're you doing.
As well as anyone studying for the MCAT.
I'm bored to death but getting through it.
How's Georgia?
We still talk.
Just seems we have less to talk about these days.
What are you going to do?
Right now?
I'm going to help you move your boxes around your apartment.
Funny!
I mean about Georgia and about med school...
You know...
I could drop out of both,
but disappointing Dad is not an option.
Kevin?
Are you alright?
It was just a box.
I'm fine.
Honey, what's going on with you?
I'm fine.
16, 42.
Hey Mick, I got your message. What's up?
You know, I heard someone pulled
all these stakes out of the ground.
What's that all about?
It's just a temporary setback,
they're trying to convince my partner to back out.
By vandalizing the property?
By whatever means necessary.
I think it's going to get worse.
Well, if it gets bad,
you'll have a place to kick back.
I can start putting in the audio.
The club's gonna sound amazing.
That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Trace.
This is just bad timing for both of us.
I'm selling the club.
What?
You gotta be kidding.
No I'm not.
Right now, I've gotta focus all my attention
on the O'Brien Family Trust,
and you know, you're busy, too.
You missed a couple of deliveries 'cause of Nashville,
and with all the stuff going on, I just can't make things right...
Mick, you can't do this.
We're almost ready to open.
I didn't expect the Trust to get in the way of this.
I got an offer yesterday from
the Beer Garden Restaurant Group.
The good news is we'll both get some money out of it.
What if this isn't about the money for me, Mick?
I need this.
I know, I know...
If you know then don't sell the club.
I understand how you feel but Trace,
it's just business.
I'm sorry.
Hey Mick, take a look at this!
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Well, the boxes came.
More boxes?
Different boxes.
It turns out that your grandfather
was a fanatical record keeper...
Del, I know that this account is important for the office,
but I'm back to working the same hours I was in New York.
I can bring in more people.
Thank you.
But it's not just that.
I'm getting the feeling that this property means
something more to my dad and to my uncle...
Well, if anyone can figure this out, it's you.
I didn't move home for this.
Maybe you did, you just didn't know it.
You're not in on my dad's plan too, are you?
No, but I am concerned about you.
I'm fine, thank you.
Good luck.
Can you believe he's doing this?
He's making you money.
By selling the club out from under me?
Yeah, I know...
But Trace, it's not a bad business decision.
So you're defending him?
You know, not everything is about spreadsheets, Abby.
I know, this was never about spreadsheets for you.
Exactly.
I'm just trying to be logical.
You know that I would do anything for you, right?
Yeah, I know.
Hey! Maybe you could talk to him?
Get him to change his mind.
I can try, but it's not likely.
It was so close, I can taste it.
Yeah.
So what are you going to do?
I don't know, but I've put too much work
into this to let it go without a fight.
It's not just business for Trace.
He's been talking about opening a place
like this since high school.
And he's been breaking his neck for the last two months
trying to put it together.
And I'm kicking him back some of the money,
money he didn't have.
This has been a good deal for him, too.
I don't think that's what he had in mind.
Well, I gotta run a new set of numbers.
Matt Fox brought in an outside consultant.
I heard she's tough.
Just, one thing...
Who's that in the picture with you and Mom?
That's Thomas when he was young.
Looks like something was funny.
A lot of things were funny back then.
So, what happened?
You change, you grow up.
You put away childish things.
Where'd you get that?
It was in the files from the Trust.
Grandpa must've put them into the paperwork.
I remember that photo... and I wasn't laughing.
The Last Dress by Bree O'Brien!
Brought to us generously by the great people at WomenWrite.
- Okay, very good. - [Applause]
Okay...
A white circle of light on an empty stage.
Ellie Alkin, in a simple wedding dress,
walks underneath the spot.
She takes a furtive breath, almost unable to speak...
It was all my fault and I'm not talking about the dress,
the flowers, or even the cake.
It was Charlie.
Charlie's faults were all mine.
I had let him into my life.
Marvin Alkin enters, carrying a withered rose.
My daughter couldn't let go of anything.
Words never spoken, kisses never felt.
Okay, whoa guys... let's just stop here for a second.
Bree, what is this?
I rewrote the script.
You what?
Well, actually, I replaced the new script with the original.
Listen, we've spoken about this.
I'm trying to help you here.
And I'm trying to write something
that I can be proud of...
Frankly, I prefer this version.
This family is rich with character, with life.
It's beautiful.
And Ellie's dress becomes a symbol
of both her pain and longing.
Bree, this is my company...
And Martin, this is my script.
Bree, this is your last chance.
If it wasn't for me, you'd be stuck
way back in Chesapeake Shores.
You brought me flowers?
They're for Mom. Hey Axel!
I didn't think you were a tulip kind of guy.
No, not really.
So, how are you doing?
I've been better.
Yeah, I heard.
Word travels fast.
And we're the ones doing the loan for the Beer Garden.
I figured if you wanted to talk about it,
you'd come to me.
Well, what do you think?
I think it's a good deal, and the financials make sense.
But that's not what you want to hear, is it?
I want to know how to stop it.
You'd have to come up with a better offer
than the Beer Garden.
I thought we were partners.
How can he just sell the place out from under me?
Because he put up the money,
and since the club isn't open yet, it doesn't have value.
It does to me.
I'd asked you this before, and I'll ask it again.
If you want, your mother and I can co-sign a loan...
And I appreciate that...
You think there'd be strings attached!
I just don't want to complicate things.
And I'm just trying to help!
I know... I know.
I got myself into this.
You told me not to do it, and I did.
I'll figure something out.
♪ Your lips are my lips ♪
♪ Your eyes are my eyes ♪
♪ When love is forever ♪
They were the best band available.
This is going to be the worst wedding ever.
You mean the worst wedding ever planned in a week.
No no no, the worst wedding ever.
Besides speaking multiple languages,
you don't by any chance play a musical instrument?
I took harp lessons when I was a kid, but I gave it up.
My dad was pretty disappointed.
Come to think of it, he was pretty disappointed
by everything I did.
Sounds familiar.
So... the band?
It's a no,
but give them the congressman's phone number in Georgetown.
Maybe he needs a band, too.
So are you training, or just hurting yourself?
A little bit of both, I guess.
I called the house and Nell said you went
for a run on the beach... Two hours ago.
I couldn't focus...
You want to talk about it?
Not really, no.
- Kev, I... - Mom, stop okay? Please.
- Okay. - I'm fine, it's just...
Sometimes...
When I'm back, it doesn't feel like me.
Like I'm watching a movie and I'm in it...
But none of it feels real.
And running helps?
Hurting helps.
I know where I am when I'm hurting.
Do you think it'd help to talk to someone?
I don't know, maybe.
Then how about some lunch?
Sally's.
I gotta go.
So...
when does the interview start?
It already has.
Right.
Okay.
I just graduated from NYU law.
I had two articles published by the NYU Law Review.
The first was about issuing preclusion in mass tort.
I felt that...
We here at Bennett, Beecham & Findlay
know what you've done, Mr. O'Brien;
your strengths are the reason for this interview.
Of course.
What have you learned in this room?
That I belong at Bennett, Beecham & Findlay.
Problems with the wedding?
Disaster with the wedding.
Why don't you ask your mother for help?
She's very good at all this.
And I'm better at not asking.
Ah Jess!
You know, when your Grandfather and I first got married,
we had to live with his mother, Doris.
He was the oldest brother,
so he was the first one that got married.
And she did not want another woman in that house!
I promise you.
I bet you didn't back down.
Didn't have to, didn't fight.
I found out that her favorite thing was her garden,
and I admitted humbly I didn't know anything about flowers.
So she took me to her garden and I learned.
And she learned about me.
People can learn a lot from flowers, don't you think?
Common ground, working together.
Not going there, but I love you.
Oh, sure now.
Darling, you're just too smart for your own good.
If you need any help with the chairs, just let me know.
But remember this: sometimes it really helps
to have somebody to talk to about things.
♪ I've been sleeping all alone ♪
♪ I've been waiting by the phone ♪
♪ Love ain't easy when it's wrong ♪
♪ But we've both waited so long ♪
You know what?
I can't concentrate.
Maybe we should do this another night.
Still thinking about the club?
I just don't know what to do.
I can't buy it.
I don't have the money or the credit.
Look, I know you probably don't want to hear this,
but maybe this is for the best.
You're right, that's not what I want to hear.
I'm serious.
Maybe this is a good thing.
Maybe you're not supposed to have a club.
Maybe you're not supposed to be here.
I know where this is going.
Hear me out. Maybe this is a sign.
Maybe you and me are supposed to be in Nashville.
Leigh... no.
We're writing music again, and recording an album.
That's good thing.
Maybe it's time you get back to the life you left behind.
So, not only was he cheating on you,
he was also cheating on your play?
My play feels so disrespected,
so used, so cheap.
So what are you going to do?
I don't know.
Wait, are you referring to me or my play?
Either?
Well, we both would like to yell at him,
and one of us would like to wrap itself up
into a tiny roll and beat him over the head with it.
Speaking of, how are things with Dad?
Good, I'm just reviewing his proposals
to develop the land with Matt Fox
and I hate to admit it, but it's a smart decision.
He was always better with business than family.
Always.
So what are you going to do about Martin?
I don't know.
I mean, WomenWrite gave us the grant
to do the script based on my play
and it's not my play anymore.
Can't you just rewrite it?
No, Martin won't let me.
I miss my typewriter.
There's nothing more satisfying than yanking
a sheet out of the roller and crumbling it up and...
Bree?
I have an idea.
Dad, what are you doing here?
Are you allowed to leave the house?
I'm not in jail!
It was a minor heart attack.
It's gonna take more than that to keep a Riley down.
Hey Axel.
So, I see you touched up the siding.
You saw the listing on my house.
Yeah, and it surprised me because
You put a lot of work into this place.
Yeah, if I can sell it and sell it quickly,
maybe I can buy the club.
What if the club goes under?
That's a risk I'm willing to take.
Why?
Because Rileys don't give up.
That's probably the reason we fight so much.
Probably.
Well, I've gotta get back home
before the warden sees I've gone.
Dad?
Did you stop by for a reason?
I've known Mick O'Brien since we were kids.
Other than his family,
Mick truly loves only one thing:
Chesapeake Shores.
Hey, Trace!
Hi, Mr. Riley! I'm glad you're feeling better.
Hi Jess, good to see you.
That is, if you're feeling better...
Yeah.
I know the answer is no, and I totally understand.
But before you actually say it,
I want you to think about yes.
Yes to love, yes to weddings, yes to a new life.
Because I've already had to say no to weird bands
and harps, because who really plays the harp, right?
And this is a day you're supposed to remember...
Jess... what do you want?
I know you don't do weddings,
but will you please play one song for Little Nell?
Bon appetit!
I'm the only one here, funny that.
Abby and Kevin are walking over now.
And Jess?
She's on an errand.
Ah.
I'm sure it was something important.
Yeah, she's been a busy bee.
Well, more for you, Connor.
Thank you.
And thank you for coming.
Well, this may be a shocker but I'm glad to be here.
Well here's to Connor's new job.
It wasn't his first choice,
so maybe a back up plan is a good idea.
And here's to my dad who always,
through thick and thin, has to be right.
You know what I don't understand though?
Dad has two brothers he doesn't talk to,
an ex-wife he stopped talking to,
and yet somehow we're supposed
to have healthy, normal relationships?
I don't think Connor is ever gonna have
anything even close to normal.
What about you?
Me?
Maybe... maybe not.
Our family, the kings and queens of missed opportunities.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
[Car crashing]
Stay back!
Call 911!
Yeah, okay.
Hello, I need an ambulance to Mill and Chesapeake Road.
There's been a car accident.
Okay, thank you.
Abby, come over to this side of me, please.
Kevin, I can't.
What are you doing?
Abby, I want you to come on this side, please.
Checking pulse!
Kevin...
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten.
Abby, put one hand on top of the other, right now please.
What?
One hand on top of the other.
Then put them right here... that's it.
Push down hard, every second. Go, do it!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Pulse was thready,
you need to watch for tension pneumothorax.
Got it.
One, two, three...
Hey, you a doctor?
Army Corpsman.
Navy.
So, this hurts to say, but army, you did good.
This one's yours.
Sir, please step back.
What? Oh, right.
Thank you, but we got this.
This one's yours?
It means that we saved his life.
No, this one is yours.
So the problem is with me.
I'm incapable of love.
I'm incapable of seeing what you do for me.
[Applause]
Kayla, that was magnificent.
And Martin: such good directing.
You haven't come to bring us more pages,
have you Bree?
No, though I do have one little scene
that I wouldn't mind running.
It's actually a three-hander, so Kayla,
you want to give her a whirl?
Sure.
Our actual names are on this.
Oh yeah, imagine that.
Oh and look, I start.
Are you ready?
Yup!
A wise man once told me:
the secret to life isn't writing, it's re-writing.
But sometimes even the best writers have to realize
that words alone can't save the ones you love.
That's so true!
Bree, I'm doing this for you, not for me.
Now now, that is not true at all.
You've always been about yourself,
and the only reason I put up with it
was because I grew up always trying to prove myself
to a man I thought didn't care about me.
But he did, he just never showed it.
That's actually kind of sad.
Bree, I don't really know where
you're going with this charade, but...
Whoa, just stick to the words.
Bree, you might not like this play,
you might not like me, but I know you.
You're too ambitious not to do this.
Am I?
I called WomenWrite, told them what was going on.
And naturally they wanted to read the play.
You know, the one I didn't write.
They took back the grant.
The play's over.
What?
You can't do this.
See, that was my line?
You can't do that.
You'd be throwing away your career.
No, I'm going back to my typewriter...
I'm writing what's important to me without you.
Kayla?
Bree walks off the stage, triumphant.
As the lights fade on Chicago,
Bree begins a new chapter in her life,
home with the family that she loves.
And she ends the scene with a bow.
Trace, what's this all about?
Here, have a seat.
You finished the sound system...
Trace, we discussed this.
I want 30 days.
Why?
I wanna buy you out.
I saw your house up for sale.
Why?
Because this club is more than just a business.
Not just because of what it will mean to me,
but because of what it'll mean to Chesapeake.
Music can heal, it can transform people's lives.
And I want to give something back.
Something back to the place that's given so much to me.
Look, I understand that, I just...
[Phone ringing]
I have to take this, I'm sorry.
Yeah?
Tell him no, not gonna happen.
Because it's just too much...
What's happening with your wedding plans?
Well, I made an arrangement with Sally's
for all their tables and chairs.
I found the perfect music, the perfect flowers.
The cake is just okay, but everything worked out.
David just has to cook at Sally's
on Sunday nights for a month.
It doesn't sound particularly fair to David now, does it?
And I'm waitressing.
Oh, like you were in high school!
Then it all worked out.
Almost.
Apparently, when I...
Held up three fingers, they thought I meant...
Three inches.
And when I held up one finger,
she thought I only wanted the bride.
That doesn't make any sense, I know.
Gran, I need help.
I need to bake a cake tonight.
Well I love to bake, but I can't do it.
You see, you know the thing called jet lag?
I think I'm having some of it.
And I'm not getting any younger,
so I think I'm going to go to bed.
Gran, I need you now.
I need to go to bed,
but I bet you there's somebody here
that could help you with the cake.
Good night, sweet dreams.
- Good night Gran. - Good night darling.
Good night Mom.
Don't look at me.
I eat it, I don't bake it.
I would love to.
Okay.
♪ Young love was a game we played ♪
♪ Our hearts were promised and plans were made ♪
♪ And as we dance, young and free ♪
♪ Those three little words came to me ♪
♪ Oh, when it's real ♪
♪ You can't conceal what you feel ♪
♪ They say to take it slow ♪
♪ You're too young to know what time reveals ♪
♪ Oh, when it's real ♪
♪ Let go of your fear because love can heal ♪
♪ They say to take it slow ♪
♪ You're too young to know what time reveals ♪
♪ Oh, when it's real ♪
♪ Let go of your fear because love can heal ♪
♪ Don't listen to your head ♪
♪ Follow your heart instead and come home again ♪
♪ Come home again ♪
Hey, Mick.
You know that was really great.
Thanks, I appreciate that.
And thanks for showing me the club.
Yeah, of course.
Y'know, I work with a lot of people,
a lot of businesses...
and very few of them are willing to
bet everything on their future.
Does that mean you're gonna give me the 30 days?
No, I'm not going to sell you the club.
I'm your partner.
And I think Chesapeake Shores could use a good music club.
I know, I know.
Yeah, so do I.
Good.
Hey Mick.
Yeah?
What changed?
Well like you said,
sometimes business isn't just business.
[Applause]
I'm so proud of you.
I know.
I wanted a square cake,
not round, but whatever.
Still, you really stuck with it.
Yeah, I guess so.
What's more important, is the one who helped you.
And who stuck with it and with you.
Yeah well...
She didn't do it when it counted, right?
Honey, I love you so much,
but maybe it's time to give it a rest.
You don't forget it, you don't bury it,
but sometimes when the timing's right,
you enjoy it while it lasts.
Okay.
No, Kevin!
You're a hero.
Mom, come on.
I just did what I was trained to do.
I did what anyone would've done.
No honey, most people run away from danger.
You ran towards it.
Hey... are you okay?
Yeah, why?
Because you look happy...
I am.
Mick doesn't wanna sell the club.
How? What?
Oh, congratulations!
Okay, that's great.
Thomas.
Mick.
Been awhile.
Yes.
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