My sauce is too wet.
Put chia seeds in it.
The pasta's ready but the sauce looks like soup.
You gotta put chia seeds in it.
It shouldn't be this hard to make Bolognese.
Why are you ignoring my chia seeds?
'Cause it's not a real suggestion, Nicholas.
They're thickeners. I'm always putting chia seeds in shit.
What? You never...
Oh, you never noticed my chias?
I'm not putting that in my mom's Bolognese.
Why?
Because you know it's not normal
to put chia seeds in meat.
I don't think I do know that.
You're actually gaslighting me right now.
I'm not gaslighting you.
I just read an article about Omega-3s once.
- Fine. - Yeah.
Put the chia seeds in.
You know that in our society,
this is a confronting thing you're doing.
I don't know about society.
- Yes, you do. - Nope.
I'm just a silly little lamb.
You're not a lamb.
Kidding! I'm Nicholas!
And I'm the silliest little lamb.
I'm gonna go and do some lamb things.
I'm gonna go, and I'm gonna suck on my mum's boobies
and then I'm gonna grow up big and strong.
What are you even saying?
Oh, no. I've got a case of the sillies, don't I?
Yeah, I think you've got a case of the sillies.
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Ooh-la-la.
Swish, right?
I thought this table was for stacks of mail,
but it's so much more.
Stop, okay? It's nothing.
I just made some food,
and we're all gonna eat it at the same time.
Are we about to start Nicholas' intervention?
Well, I can't wait to find out what for.
Probably mimosas.
Just too many mimosas.
No friends, it's because he has no friends.
No adults have friends. Okay?
I need you guys to focus.
I have a real-world problem.
What, Oscar's not still calling you, is he?
Just so much.
Very creative voice mails.
Yesterday he said his mom was gonna kick him out
if he didn't get a job and then asked to clean our pool.
Oh. It would be nice to have the pool cleaned.
- I just cleaned it. - Ehh.
There's a few leaves in there, babe.
No, there is. There's a few leaves in there.
That-that's not the problem I need help with.
I have an announcement.
No, no, no, no, no, Matilda. We're doing mine first.
Is it Oscar again?
We get it, Genevieve, he's obsessed with you.
It is not Oscar. It's Barb.
Oh, no, not Barb.
Maybe we should let Matilda go first.
- Yes. - What is it? Is Barb okay?
No, Barb is not okay.
Because...
last night she posted
her just terrible film and TV assignment on Facebook
and her grandma clicked "like."
- No. - Mm-hmm.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Why "Oh, no"?
Well, it's quite strange for her grandma to do anything,
since according to Barb
she died of COVID two weeks ago.
- Oh, no. - We sent her flowers.
- Oh, no. - We sent her $118 worth of flowers.
Are you finished? Can I go now?
Not yet, Matilda. I'm sorry, not yet.
The school put her grandma
in the "thoughts and prayers" section of the newsletter.
She owes me a $118.
She told me she was so sad
I had to leave her on video chat
while she fell asleep the other night.
Well, that was sweet of you.
- Incorrect. - I don't know what to do.
No one at school's talking to her
and she wants me to call her but I'm angry at her, too.
You gotta put her in the bin.
- What? No! - Yep.
Barb in the bin! Barb in the bin!
Why does Genevieve get so long?
No, you can't put Barb in the bin.
She just made a mistake.
She told me I was the only one who could understand
because of Dad.
Well, that right there is pretty good evidence
that actually we can, in fact, put Barb in the bin.
Wait.
Just wait, okay?
Wh-what's going on with her?
'Cause, like, you know sometimes
when people do cry for attention
the attention they need is for something else.
No, there's nothing else.
She's just bored because she's Barb.
What? You don't know that.
Definitely because she's bored.
Fine.
Are you a little bit furious?
I just don't understand why you're so dismissive of my ideas.
Now that's not true.
We bought that air fryer,
that was your idea, remember that?
Do you remember the air fryer?
I can't wait any longer.
Everyone, I've decided to ask Drea to marry me.
What?
We're ready now.
We proved that we can be independent
at our night at the cabin.
Hmm.
Uh, okay.
Well, when exactly will you be asking?
I've arranged for Suze to take Drea
to breakfast tomorrow morning
so I can ask Toby for her hand in marriage.
Tomorrow?
- Hmm. - Oh!
Matilda, don't you think you're a bit young?
Yes, we are so very lucky
that we found each other at such a young age.
Most people with autism don't get married
and I didn't wanna be another statistic.
And I don't wanna be depressed again.
Okay. Those reasons are good,
but do you love her?
Yes, we're good together.
We don't fight nearly as much as you two.
Okay, um...
Well, do you think this will be a short engagement
or like a long... longer one?
I need to find the ring first.
But my problem is...
I have to spend three months' salary on a ring,
but I don't even have a job.
I'm asking Toby at 9:00 a.m.
I need you to drive.
Nicholas?
Okay.
Wish me luck.
He's gonna say no, right?
Yeah, he is, isn't he? He is.
We don't know anything about Toby.
This is gonna be the first time
anyone in our family has ever asked Toby a question.
We could never have known what Toby thinks would matter.
Ooh.
Ah, hello, Matilda.
Hello, Mr. Stevens.
Is everything all right?
Is Drea gone?
Yes, yes. She and Suze went for breakfast,
somewhere at least five miles from the house.
May I come in?
Of course. Of course.
What are we hoping for here?
For him to say no?
Are we hoping that
our autistic sister runs out of there sobbing?
When you say it like that it sounds like we're not good people
but we're good people, aren't we?
We're fine.
Mr. Stevens, I'm sure I don't have to tell you...
what a great girl you have here.
- Who, you? - No. Drea.
Oh, yes.
Yes, absolutely. I agree.
Can I ask you...
have I been inappropriate in any way?
I don't understand.
Have I made you feel uncomfortable?
Unsafe around me?
- Not at all. - Okay.
I'm just gonna text Suze
because that was her first thought,
that I had overstepped somewhere.
I just wanna assure...
I'm sorry, what was the question?
Drea is a very unique girl.
She deserves to be
cherished, nurtured and respected
until she dies.
Yes.
I-I agree.
She's not gonna, like, see this through, is she?
She slashed the wires of her piano.
She sees things through.
She sees things through, yep.
Can I whisper a question to you?
Yes.
Is there a chance Drea could access the family trust?
Well, I don't know.
Yeah, I don't know.
I know how precious she is to you
which is why I don't ask this question lightly.
And what question would that be, dear?
Will you give me your blessing
to take your daughter's hand in marriage?
Oh!
Oh, Matilda... Oh, I'm...
Oh, Matilda. I can't answer that.
The tradition of asking the father's permission
dates back to ancient Rome
where the groom would offer the father a coin.
This feels like a long time
to tell a teenage girl they can't get married, Toby.
Hope he knows what happens to people who are never told no.
Does he know about Justin Bieber or Kim Jong-un?
We should never have let this happen.
How? She literally threatened us with her depression.
So the idea that I could give my daughter away
speaks to a time when the patriarch had to consider
the financial implications of a marriage.
But today,
the ritual of asking a father's permission...
it really isn't necess...
Is Nicholas okay with this?
He drove me here.
So...
is that a yes?
I actually can't think about it anymore.
What will you think about instead?
I don't know.
You're lying. You got something.
- I don't have... - Give it to me.
What do you got?
Why don't we think about chocolate babka?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Oh!
He said yes!
- Nicholas. - Oh.
- Hi. - I was telling Matilda
that it's not a tradition I agree with,
but, you know what?
She's my daughter and I'll cry if I want to.
Congratulations!
- Thank you. - Bye-bye.
Okay. Seat belts.
- Yes. - Okay.
I just really thought he was gonna say no.
I brought lamingtons.
Oh, okay.
Okay.
This is what's gonna happen.
I can't do anything, because Drea doesn't know.
Toby doesn't do anything because Toby is useless.
Which means this falls on your shoulders.
My shoulders are too soft for this.
You're gonna take her some cake,
you're gonna do your best to explain to her
that decisions made by teenagers are bad,
and then simply say "Matilda, it's a no."
- I can't do that. - Yes.
You can, you can.
- I can't do that. - You can! You can and you will!
No, she'll disappear into her bedroom again.
Then you'll get her out again.
There is no easy road here.
The only person who had an easy out was Toby,
and he blew it 'cause he's obsessed with love.
Well, that's what I keep coming back to too.
Don't we think that love is like pretty good?
- Stop making excuses. - I'm not making excuses.
I just don't feel like I'm allowed, okay?
Like, I'm not their dad, they didn't vote me in charge.
Nicholas, are you asking me
to talk to Matilda for you?
Because that's the only other way
I can think of helping.
We both agree the teenagers, the 18-year-olds,
shouldn't be getting married, right?
- Yeah. - Okay.
So, am I talking to Matilda for you?
Is that what you're asking me?
No.
I don't think it's tradition for the mother-in-law
to call off the wedding.
Nicholas, you're a surprisingly tall man.
Your boyfriend is a trained dentist.
You have everything in the world going for you,
plus a thick piece of paper somewhere
saying that you're in charge of these little women.
I actually haven't been able to find that piece of paper.
Can you do this?
So I was thinking...
Um...
You know all the people who got married
from my high school at 18 were, like, very Christian,
and I'm pretty sure the only reason
why they got married actually
was so they could have sex, but that's, um...
That's not really a problem for you, is it?
Because you've had sex with two people in the last month.
Both named Ian.
Yeah, I have.
Hmm.
And, you know, I...
I was just thinking about how, um...
You know, you know,
relationships when they're meant to be...
that, um...
You don't have to really prove anything.
Do you? You know, they-they...
they sort of just last.
Uh... do you know what I mean?
I think so.
Matilda, I don't think you should propose to Drea.
You don't want me to get married.
Not now. No. 'Cause you're 18.
And I've already found my one. I'm lucky.
Do you know who I'd be with
if I had married my "the one" when I was 18?
I'd be with a woman.
A woman named Sally Swensen.
Do you think just because I'm autistic
that means I don't know whether I'm in love or not?
No.
Matilda, that is not what this is.
You're 18. 18 is too young to get married.
That's it. That's the whole story.
Do you know who else got married when they were 18?
My mum.
This really isn't your decision.
I can make decisions for myself.
Oh, it's just...
Suze wanted me to talk to you about it.
You talked to Suze?
What? What did you say about me?
Nothing. She was just worried.
Then why is she worried?
Did you make her worried?
She's worried about her teenage daughter getting married.
Why can't you just... support me?
Why can't any of you just support me?
I am supporting you.
Okay? This is that.
This is what that looks like.
You don't know what I need better than I do.
I love Drea and I wanna do this.
If you don't like it, then just...
stay out of it.
I can't stay out of it.
I actually can't. I'm sorry.
I can't. Not this time.
Okay? This is too big a thing.
You can't get married at 18.
It's a mistake. I'm sorry.
But the answer's no. No, you cannot propose to Drea.
Get out of my room.
It's actually better.
I'm being the mean disapproving brother.
I'm giving you young forbidden love.
I hate you.
- Babe. - You don't know
what I need better than I do.
I just wish I could make you feel...
how I do about Drea so you would understand.
Matilda...
Get... out!
Oh, come on.
I brought you to a room of tiny hidden secrets
and we have a key to one of them.
This is Narnia-level shit.
I know what a safety deposit room is.
I've seen movies.
Come on.
Just stand here. Okay?
All right.
Put that down.
- Mm! - Thank you.
- Look. - What is it?
What this is... is it's a very cute idea
by your dad, Darren Moss.
Are you ready?
Are those mine?
Yeah, some of them, look.
That one's for your 21st.
This... this...
Genevieve's getting on her 21st.
This right here is for your baby. Ugh.
What did you get?
Yeah.
Um... I don't get anything.
Yeah, I asked him and he said
I get to be the keeper of the box.
Do you think he made that up on the day?
Uh, definitely, yes. Very hurtful.
Quite a painful day for me, actually.
Um, can I feel mine to see
if it's heavier than Genevieve's?
No, absolutely not.
All you're here to look at today is this.
What is it?
Well, sorta the theater of it is
that you know what it is without me having to tell you.
Open it.
Oh!
Yeah.
There's only one of these
in the whole world.
Okay?
If you decide to give
your mum's wedding ring to Drea,
that's the only time in your life you're gonna get to do that.
That's the only person
you're ever gonna get to do that with.
I thought the diamond was bigger.
I guess it looked bigger when I was four.
So...
If I'm gonna let you make this decision for yourself,
I need to make sure that you've got all the same information as me.
Right? I need to make sure that you understand
the significance of it.
This isn't just a ring.
This is the story of your family.
I just wanna make sure that
that's the story that you want Drea to be a part of.
Yes.
Yes, you just explained it to me.
Better than I understood it myself.
I want Drea to be part of my family.
- Right. - I mean, there's not many of us.
We can add one.
- Okay. - Really?
Okay, yeah.
Thank you!
I think the ring looks prettier on me.
We can get Drea something else.
Sure.
Of course.
- Run me through it again. - Okay, so, um...
I was supposed to talk her out of proposing.
- Yes. - But instead what I did was
I gave her her dead mother's wedding ring.
- To propose with? - And my full support.
And why did you do that?
I don't know.
Is it because you're incapable?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think that might be it.
- Yeah. - Yeah, yeah.
Didn't you say there was another reason, though?
- Wh... What was it you said? - Mm-hmm.
I think you could just put it down to me being a bozo.
- Yes. - Hmm.
- You told her... - Yeah.
To get married because you're "a bozo"?
Bozo, yeah.
That's right.
Okay, Alex,
remind me again why it's the right thing to do,
to call Barb back?
Look, she's going through a hard time,
you're not going through a hard time.
You can spare her a bit of your sanity.
Right?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.
Oh. Yeah.
Do you need me to dial for you?
- Yes. - Okay.
- Please. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
Hi, please leave a message for me.
This is Barb.
No.
Go on.
Uh, um...
No.
No, what just happened?
Now-now I've called her
and I left a voice mail of me
breathing into her phone.
Okay, well, I guess that means
you have to call her back and apologize.
Can't believe she didn't pick up the phone.
And now she has all the power.