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‐ My grandma always says, "Don't get mad, get even."

But who gets to decide what "even" means?

♪♪♪ (bell dinging)

‐ Hey, Lyla. Can I help you?

‐ Thank goodness!

When my blood sugar's low, I get angry.

‐ Yeah. Where's Holly?

‐ (Holly): Come on! Ugh!

‐ Wait. What about my carbs?

‐ There's some muffins on the counter, help yourself.

(grunting with effort)

‐ You might want to unplug those first.

So, what is the plan here, Holly?

‐ Oh! Just changing a few things.

Out with the old, in with the... whatever this is.

‐ Yeah, OK. So, what has your knickers in a knot?

‐ Nothing. ‐ Nothing?

‐ Nothing. ‐ Nothing!

‐ Grandma, look, I really appreciate your concern,

but seriously, if I'm gonna finish this makeover

by the open mic, then I have to...

"Pralines and cream"? ‐ I saw the newspaper

this morning, I thought you might want to talk.

‐ What? About their shoddy journalism?

‐ About...

the article on the cover.

"Meet Your New Musical Lead."

(indistinct song playing in the background)

‐ I'm over it.

Look, I tried my best and it wasn't enough.

End of story. I should really get back to‐‐

‐ OK. Sometimes, you have to just wallow.

You just have to take a bubble bath,

crank up the Adele.

‐ I just want to move on.

(sigh) ‐ OK. What's next?

‐ Uh, I was just about to pick a paint colour.

‐ Oh, the eternal debate whether it should be

cupid orchid or frosted tulip.

‐ I was trying to choose between these two.

‐ We came as soon as we heard. We can't believe that‐‐

‐ Holly is putting a new spin on the open mic area.

‐ No. That jerk of a director recast her...

Oh...

Oh, um, I see what you're trying to do there.

I would go for cotton candy. I could also eat

some cotton candy right now, anyone else?

‐ Why is everyone trying to ply me with sugar?

I'm good. Great actually. ‐ I wouldn't be. I'd be thinking

of a thousand different ways to sabotage the musical.

I could quit in solidarity. ‐ I'd never ask you

to do that. ‐ Good because I love my solo.

That's so unfair, you were so much better than Savannah.

‐ It's nice of you to say. ‐ She can't hit

any of the notes, and her footwork's a disaster.

I don't know why the director had such a problem with you.

‐ Sometimes, life doesn't give you those answers.

‐ Maybe has something to do with all the rehearsals you missed?

‐ She didn't miss any. ‐ Oh, really?

I heard you were forgetting your lines.

‐ I was off book day one.

Who's telling you all these lies?

‐ This muffin's really good.

Do you guys wanna try it? No?

‐ ♪♪ You and me run to a different beat ♪

♪ We are brave Lead the way, lead the way ♪

♪ Be the you inside and watch the world take flight ♪

♪ We are brave, Lead the way, lead the way ♪

♪ Be the change ♪

♪ Be the change ♪

♪ Gotta be the change ♪♪

‐ Holly started running the production, saying that

the routine was too complicated, which was ridiculous

since I wasn't having any trouble with it at all.

"Difficult," that's how the director described Holly.

‐ Of course. Savannah.

‐ You're so much stronger than me.

No way I'd leave the house if I'd just been cut.

I'd be so, so, so embarrassed.

‐ You've got the part, isn't that enough?

Why do you have to go around spreading lies?

You're telling everyone I got fired because I was difficult.

‐ Oh, that.

That just seems kinder than the truth.

‐ Which is? ‐ You were very good.

‐ That's not fair! The director had it out for me from day one!

‐ I guess there's two sides to every story.

I'd love to stay and chat, but I have so many lines to learn.

‐ She's tried to undermine me with the director

from the start. ‐ We can't let evil like that

be rewarded. You need to do something.

‐ Like give her a hug, but your hands are sweaty,

and you get your sweaty palms all over her nice dress.

‐ You need to take control of the narrative,

get your story out.

‐ You're right. I'm gonna settle this

the way Taylor Swift settled her beef with Camille.

And John and Kanye.

‐ Um, none of those were settled btdubs.

‐ I'm gonna write a song. ♪♪♪

‐ Oh! Ooh!

Wah! (man grunting)

Woo! ‐ Grrr!

‐ Eat it, old man! (man laughing)

‐ Oh, hey, slugger. Step in for me, I gotta go

marinate the ribs. ‐ Yeah, that's geezer talk

for "catches a breath." ‐ Hey! Remember who pays

your allowance. ‐ No, I respect your decision.

I don't want you dying of a heart attack like Grandpa.

‐ I thought Grandpa had a stroke.

‐ Potayto, potahto. ‐ Robbie, no. Um,

a stroke's in the brain and a heart attack's in the heart.

So which is it?

‐ Uh... I'd have to ask your grandma.

‐ You don't remember?

‐ I was 14. ‐ Don't you mean 12?

‐ I thought you were 16. ‐ Yeah, right.

‐ So, let me get this straight:

you don't remember how or when Grandpa died?

‐ Ohh! You know what I just remembered?

Paprika! I have to put some in the marinade.

Hey, the Sheffield Ribfest is two days away;

the defending champion cannot disappoint.

‐ Wasn't that weird? Dad's obviously keeping a huge secret from us.

‐ Really? I didn't get that at all.

‐ So what should we do?

‐ Uh, first to 10. ‐ About Grandpa.

There's got to be a reason Dad doesn't want us to know.

‐ We could respect Dad's privacy.

Something I know that you struggle with.

‐ But what if it's something big that could change our lives forever?

‐ Like what? ‐ Like anything.

It's why I need to find out.

♪♪♪

‐ ♪♪ Let's set the scene right from the start ♪

♪ I know the villain for the part ♪

♪ You used your twisted heart ♪

♪ To get what you wanted ♪

♪ I saw the hatred in your eyes ♪

♪ Smirking and laughing 'til I cried ♪

♪ Devising my demise is all that you wanted ♪

♪ You can pull me under ♪

♪ I'm so over ♪

♪ All your lies ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over ♪

♪ Your heartless pride ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over ♪

♪ Your little, your wicked games ♪

♪ I won't forgive and I won't forget ♪

♪ That you stole what's mine ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over it ♪♪

(crowd cheering)

(girls chuckling)

‐ (boy): ♪♪ You stole what's mine ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over it ♪♪

When your sister's famous,

do you think she'll let me join her entourage?

I could be the muscle.

‐ Or the comedic relief.

‐ I just want to meet Rhianna. ‐ Are you gonna

help or should I call...

Claudia? ‐ We've been looking for hours,

and we can't find anything about your grandpa.

Wouldn't it be easier to just ask your grandma what happened?

‐ (Heather): She leaves the room every time his name comes up.

‐ Well, whatever happened must be bad.

Maybe, there's some disease that runs in your family.

(chicken cackling)

‐ Oh, my gosh!

That's totally it! Ugh!

‐ No, no, no. I take that back. There's no disease.

‐ What if it skips a generation?

I could be riddled with polio and not even know it!

‐ Don't you get that from horses? ‐ Levi, this is serious!

(sigh) If I find out what it is,

then maybe I might have a chance.

‐ Well, if your parents won't tell you

anything about it, there's not much you can do.

You don't have any bargaining powers.

‐ Not yet. ♪♪♪

‐ Your song is blowing up.

Kids were literally singing it to Savannah at school.

‐ You should see the reactions online.

"Holly's song slays. I can't stop

"listening to it. That Savannah girl sounds like

"a real witch.

"Don't take anything that belongs to Holly Hobbie

"'cause you'll like totally regret it.

"When Holly gets mad, she gets like red hot

pepper sandwich unicorn."

‐ Is that good?

‐ Tyler Flaherty better watch out.

‐ Ah, but they're "just friends."

‐ But now that the play's over, she's got

lots more time to...

(kissing noises) ‐ Stop it!

Just read another one. ‐ OK.

"You never look good trying to make someone look bad.

I'm so sick of..."

Never mind, let's do another one.

‐ Oh, come on, it can't be that bad.

‐ "I'm so sick of wannabe popstars

peddling girl‐on‐girl hate to get famous."

(indistinct pop song playing) ‐ Is that it?

‐ "If this Holly Hobbie girl is so over it,

why did she write this vicious song?"

That's not fair, they don't even know the situation.

‐ He's probably just some dumb online troll.

‐ Someone's commenting on their comment.

‐ They're probably gonna defend you.

‐ "Ha ha! That Holly Hobbie girl is so annoying. Here's to hoping

that she'll never open her annoying mouth again"?

‐ Oh! Well, that's not OK.

‐ Didn't stop five people from liking it.

Now six.

Seven. And now they're brainstorming

ways to keep my mouth shut. This guy's starting

a revolution against me, and I need to stop it.

‐ Then, just take the song down. ‐ No, I'm not gonna surrender

to... "Savvy08."

I need to find him.

‐ Like in real life?

And...?

‐ Ask him to take the comment down.

I'll say please.

‐ Did you not pay attention in health class?

This is capital D Dangerous!

‐ Wait, did you say "Savvy08"?

‐ Yeah, do you know them? ‐ Savvy like...?

♪♪♪

(door chime)

‐ Ginger tea with honey lemon. Not too hot, gotta protect the pipes.

Are you out of ginger?

Just honey and lemon then. ‐ Take it down, Savannah.

"You never look good trying to make someone else look bad."

‐ "I'm so sick of wannabe pop stars

peddling girl‐on‐girl hate" to sell albums.

"If she's so over it, why did she write that vicious song?"

The truth hurts, doesn't it?

‐ You spread rumours about me. I wrote the song to set

the record straight, and now we're even. Take it down.

‐ Can't. ‐ Why not?

‐ It wasn't me. The comment

was posted at 4:55 p. m.

I was at musical practice until 6,

where, as you know, phones are prohibited.

I guess there's someone else out there

who hates your song as much as I do.

‐ ♪ Ooh‐ooh ooh‐ooh ♪ ‐ Yeah.

‐ "If you want your ribs, meet me in the dining room."

Is this another protest for animal rights?

‐ Wrong daughter. I love me some meat.

‐ Where are my ribs?

‐ You mean the glistening,

smoky, slow‐cooked, fall‐off‐the‐bone ribs

that have dominated the Sheffield Ribfest

for the past five years? ‐ Yes.

And that need to be put on the smoker now if I'm going

to beat Marty Jaggerson for the third year in a row.

‐ I want the truth about Grandpa.

‐ Uh... Hold on, what?!

‐ I could have polio. ‐ You don't have polio.

He's gone, that's all you need to know.

‐ Not good enough. I want answers!

‐ Go to your room!

‐ What?! ‐ I will not be

blackmailed by my 11‐year‐old!

Did you ever consider that...

maybe there's a reason I don't want to talk about my dad?

‐ Yes. In fact, I was up all night considering all the possible reasons.

So don't tell me not to worry because that's all I can do.

‐ Go!

(sigh)

‐ What if Savvy08 lives in New York?

‐ Big Apple, here we come.

‐ Or Tokyo? ‐ You love ramen.

He's probably just some gross teenage boy who hasn't left

the safety of his basement since he hit puberty.

What?

‐ OK, you know I'll have your back 100%,

but I think you're focusing on the wrong villain.

‐ I already wrote the song about Savannah.

‐ Yeah, and she deserved it,

but she not your main beef.

‐ Jason Ryan Reeves is a big time director.

Ha! What am I supposed to do?

March up and demand my role back?

But this guy online,

maybe I can do something about him.

Right now, he doesn't see me as a real person,

but if I can make him see how much he's hurt me,

maybe I can stop him from hurting someone else.

‐ Message received.

Let's go to Ribfest.

‐ Barbecue?

That's your answer to my problems?

‐ Yep, because I just found Savvy08's

online profile. His name is

Oscar Moreno, and he'll be at the Sheffield Ribfest tomorrow.

(chicken cackling) ‐ Then, let's go get some ribs.

(both chuckling)

(footsteps) (knocking on door)

‐ Your pig's in the basement!

(door opening)

(sigh)

(door closing)

(father grunting)

You know, when I was your age,

I worried a lot too.

Your grandpa's not gone.

‐ Yeah, I know. He's in Heaven.

‐ Uh... no. No, not my dad.

‐ You think he's in the hot place?

‐ A hot place, uh...

(sighing) He‐he's... he's not dead,

he's just, uh... At least I don't think so.

He's just not with us.

He... he left when I was 14.

‐ Just left you and Grandma?

‐ Mm‐hmm. He went to California, then Nevada,

then Texas. And...

the last time I heard, about 15 years ago,

he was in New Mexico.

And it was always easier for me to just pretend

he was dead because,

uh, I didn't want to confront the truth.

‐ Does Mom know? ‐ Of course.

‐ What about Robbie and Holly?

‐ I should have told the three of you a long time ago,

but I didn't because

I... I don't like talking about it. Haha!

I...

‐ You really don't know where he is?

‐ And I don't care.

He's not dead, but he's... he's dead to me.

You know what? It's his loss because he's missing out

on some pretty spectacular grandchildren.

Hahaha!

‐ Love you, Dad. ‐ You too, slugger.

And I'd like to tell Grandma the secret's out

before I tell the others, huh?

So, do you have any more questions?

‐ Shouldn't we get those ribs in the smoker?

‐ Mm‐hmm, yes. (country music)

(Heather's dad sniffing)

Mmm! Mmm!

(gasp) There he is.

Marty Jaggerson.

Come on, Heather, it's time to barbecue.

(country music playing)

‐ So many animals sacrificed for this event.

‐ And they're gonna taste delicious.

‐ What?! I'm trying to blend.

I want to meet Oscar Moreno on my own terms.

‐ Uh, then you should have worn more leather.

These are not our people.

‐ OK. So where should we start?

‐ I don't know, he could be anyone.

(country music playing)

‐ I guess we just walk up to people

and say, "Hey, are you Oscar Moreno?"

‐ But what if he's a grownup or dangerous?

‐ Do you guys really think he's dangerous?

‐ Well, we'll find out soon enough.

‐ Oscar Moreno is a musician.

‐ And he's up next.

‐ ♪♪ I'm not gonna sit around waiting for my time to come ♪

♪ I'll go out and get it ♪

♪ There's no stopping me from what I want ♪

‐ He's very, very good.

‐ And very, very cute.

Whatever. You were all thinking it.

‐ ♪ I've got perfect practice ♪

♪ I won't get distracted ♪

♪ I know what I want ♪

♪ And I want it all ♪

♪ I'm ready for anything ♪

♪♪♪

‐ I need to get out of here. Immediately.

♪ I'm ready ♪♪

Oh! (crowd gasping)

‐ (woman 1): What's going on? ‐ (woman 2): I gotta get home.

‐ I'm so sorry! I'll plug it back in!

‐ Are you OK? ‐ Yeah.

‐ You're sure you're not hurt? ‐ Just my ego.

‐ Well, don't worry, I got my CPR, first aid, all that stuff.

‐ I'm fine, I swear. ‐ You might have a concussion.

Just take off your hat and sunglasses.

Now, look into my eyes.

What colour are they?

‐ Brown with golden flecks.

‐ Why can't I get trolled by someone who looks like this?

‐ Follow my finger.

OK. I don't think you have a concussion.

But if you feel sick, definitely check in with your doctor.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Wait a minute, do I know you?

‐ No, I don't think so.

‐ Holly... We should go, they're about

to announce the winners.

‐ Holly Hobbie!

I saw your video. What are you doing in Sheffield?

‐ Well, if you must know, I came to see you,

Oscar Moreno, or should I say Savvy08?

‐ Was that supposed to be a big aha moment?

‐ So this is your cover?

Amazing musician slash first responder by day,

mean online troll by night?

‐ I'm not a troll.

‐ But you wrote a rude comment about my song!

‐ I was just pointing out that if someone writes a song about all the drama

they went through, they probably shouldn't

call the song Over It. "Over it" means you've moved on, right?

‐ See? That was rude.

‐ Well, for the record, I liked your song.

The music part of your song.

The lyrics... ‐ If you think

I'm gonna take music advice from a bully, then you've got

another thing coming. ‐ So you think I'm a bully?

‐ Your comment was very critical. ‐ Bullying is when you intend

to hurt. So tell me who's the bigger bully:

the one who writes a slightly critical comment

or the one who personally attacks someone with their song?

‐ I wasn't trying to be a bully.

(Oscar scoffing) Look, no, she did it first!

I was just trying to...

defend myself, I guess.

‐ Two wrongs don't make a right. Look,

I probably shouldn't have embarrassed you like that,

but you do gotta take some responsibility.

Speaking of responsibility,

I should probably get back at it.

Hey, just promise me you'll take it easy, OK?

‐ Thanks for all your excellent medical care.

Now, could you stop being so nice?

‐ I thought I was rude! Haha!

(door chime) ‐ Here's your roast beef. Enjoy.

(indistinct country song playing)

‐ Did you take that song down?

‐ No.

I'm just still so mad.

‐ You don't have to take it down just because some cute boy

told you to.

‐ I never said he was cute.

You think I should just leave the song up?

‐ I think it should be your decisions

since you're the one that has to live with it.

‐ I don't want to be a bully.

‐ Ginger lemon honey tea.

Not too hot. On the house.

‐ Did you spit in it?

‐ I'm really sorry, Savannah.

I shouldn't have attacked you like that.

‐ How nice of you to finally realize the error of your ways.

Do you think that will stop people from singing it at me wherever I go?

‐ I don't know. But I'll take it down,

and I'm not gonna perform it anymore.

I loved being in the musical,

and when I got booted out, I was crushed.

And I know it wasn't your fault, but...

it was just easier to blame you

than to accept that...

I wasn't good enough.

‐ You weren't that bad.

In fact, you were kind of great.

For a musical neophyte. (Holly chuckling)

And if I'm being honest,

I spread those lies

so I felt like I deserved the part.

(guitar music)

‐ Do you forgive me for writing the song?

‐ I'm over it.

(both laughing)

‐ Well, guess what this calls for.

‐ Pralines and cream?

I thought that was only for when we were sad.

‐ Don't spread lies. (chuckling)

‐ You want in? ‐ Duh!

‐ You got three spoons?

(all laughing)

‐ Alright!

‐ This is one of my favourite ice creams.

‐ Tuck in. ‐ So revenge,

some people say there's nothing sweeter.

I disagree.

There's ice cream. (laughing)

♪♪ All your lies ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over ♪

♪ Your heartless pride ♪

♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over ♪

♪ Your little, your wicked games ♪

♪ I won't forgive and I won't forget ♪

♪ That you stole what's mine ♪

♪ ♪ I'm so o‐o‐o o‐o‐over it ♪♪