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Hey.

Hey. Hey, Dov.

-Hey, Dash. -Hey.

-I'm a little busy. Can we do this later? -Can I get… can I just get the notebook?

Hey. Can I get the red notebook that Lily gave to you last night?

-I don't have it. -Where is it?

She didn't leave it.

What do you mean? She didn't come?

No, she did.

That girl's wild, man.

Busted some exquisite moves

in her bizarro red boots.

Really?

Yeah, and then poof!

Disappeared.

Magic.

If she came here, she must have left it somewhere.

Gross.

Let's go home.

Come on. Come on, let's go home.

Come on!

Yohnny!

Find the book?

This was such a mistake.

What?

She was having fun.

No, she was scared 'cause I pushed her too far,

and now I don't even have the notebook, so I can't even, like, apologize

or, like, explain.

She was the queen.

She was.

She was the queen.

-Come on. -No.

Come on, Challah Back Boy.

Hey, it's your girl's boot.

Why would she just leave her boot?

Maybe she wanted you to find it, like a clue.

Uh, ooh.

"TDF." What's TDF?

Tilly Don Feinstein.

He works at the information desk, and he has brown hair.

I don't know. He's surly, and he's condescending.

Well, if that's the case, then I think you need to hire some different people.

Hello? Hel--

Okay. Okay, I've been making a list, right?

Taylor DeFranco.

Okay, Tamatha Denise Feeny.

Oh, my God.

Tia Destiny Falkner.

-These are not real people. -Um, Tour de France.

Stop. Are you sure that she did not leave it at Two Boots?

I checked the video slot.

Nothing. All right?

-Ooh, give me your phone. -What are you doing?

-I'm downloading the mommy app. -Not that app you're obsessed with. Stop.

They'll find this girl. These women, they're like detectives.

They know everything.

I'll upload a photo and set you up for notifications.

You're welcome.

Well, no, 'cause using the Internet, that's against the rules of the game.

Dude, if she didn't leave the notebook, maybe… maybe she quit.

I mean, not that I… I would know what she would do or what she's like.

Because, you know, I never met her, obviously.

Ah, what the hell. Um, but I'm just gonna look up TDF.

Okay, we got, "Theater Development Fund. One of the oldest costume rental shops

in New York," and they're in Queens.

Okay, Operation Cinderella is on.

According to our records, that boot was used

in the original 1958 production of The Music Man.

How is that helpful?

Then it was loaned out

to the LaGuardia High School for the Performing Arts but never returned.

Okay, but that's more helpful.

Well, it says here that someone did send some cash to pay for the missing boots.

-Uh-huh. -A one, um, Lillian St. Clare DuBois.

Lily. Lily.

Well, that last name is obviously fake, but the cash was real.

-Uh, is there a return address on there? -Hold on.

I thought you wanted to return the boot to the original owner.

Yeah.

-Well, we're the original owner. -Wait, whoa.

Lily paid for it. It's hers.

-Well, I'll see that she gets it. -No. I have to return this.

Well, I have to wash a load of dirty pantaloons

from the tour of Spamalot. Good day, sir.

Wait. This is not just about a boot.

-It's not? -No, I… I…

Look, you… you don't know me, but I'm like the Phantom.

His name is Eric.

Right, no, Eric. And just like Eric, I…

I… I, too, wear a mask.

Not literally, but I… I don't let people get to know me.

But, um, this girl, a girl I've only met through her words…

she gets me.

Hmm.

And last night, she was supposed to leave a message for me at a club,

but all she left was this boot.

Like Cinderella.

Yeah. I can't lose her now. I'm not a crazy person. I promise.

I'm just a boy with a boot that's asking you to help me find…

my Cinderella.

Well,

I am not one to stand in the way of true love.

- Godspeed. - Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

So, uh, did you really mean all that… all that stuff about love?

Huh? No, no. I was just saying that so she'd give me the address.

So what you gonna do now?

- We're going here. - We're gonna go to the address.

-Let's go. -Let's go find Lily.

You can stop pretending to be sick now. It's just me.

I'm not pretending. I am sick.

Why did I think it'd be romantic to sleep on a roof in December?

Why didn't you warn me that Grandpa was home?

Okay, don't yell at me. My heart hurts.

Your heart? What's wrong with… Where's Benny?

Grandpa banned him from the house.

Well, he grounded me for life, so I need your help.

I sort of forgot to leave the notebook at the club.

Look, Grandpa won't let me leave.

Can you please take this to Two Boots for me?

-It's 12 minutes if you run. -Run?

There's this guy, Boomer. He'll know what to do.

-Please, Langston. -I have a fever.

You don't have a fe--

You're burning up.

I told you.

Wait, how could you forget that? Wasn't that the whole point of going?

I think the point was to rise up against my oppressors,

but one of them showed up, this jerk, Edgar Thibaud.

He ruined my life in middle school, and he picked up where he left off.

Like, he's that same mean little boy, only now he's in the body of a hot guy.

- He's hot? - I knew going there was a mistake.

I thought of all the bad things that could happen.

And it was worse, so I ran.

Wait, like…

Yes. Only with more falling and crying.

Please, just take this.

Hey…

"It's been fun, but I've got a lot going on right now."

- You're quitting? - It's better if I do it now.

That way, I can leave with my dignity and, uh, stay the cool girl in his head.

No.

Come on.

If you want to quit so bad, find a way to go to Two Boots yourself.

I'll bring you some ibuprofen.

And some licorice tea with lots of honey.

Ow.

Ring the bell, already.

Grandpa?

Hey, kiddo. Where's your grandpa?

I'm ready to beat him at cards.

Lily. What are you doing by the door? You're grounded.

Langston, sick. Just gonna run out and get medicine.

Get away from the door.

Hey, fellas, keep eyes on Lily today.

She's grounded.

She doesn't leave this apartment.

Let me guess, he found out about the little creep boyfriend.

Trust me, you're better off.

I know that now.

Ah.

Arthur, welcome back.

Had to come back?

-Hey, maybe you could talk to her first. -Me? Why? I don't… I don't know her.

Why would I… why would I talk to her before you talk to her? That's not right.

Maybe she doesn't want to see me, and you could tell her how sorry I am.

You could be my Cyrano. Would you just do this, please?

All right, if you want me to.

Wait, whoa, whoa. I gotta lea… I gotta go first.

Then go.

All right.

Nope. Nope, nope, nope.

Nope. I gotta… I gotta do this, and you've gotta go.

This is a Dash and Lily moment.

All right. Good luck, man.

Yeah, thanks.

Uh…

You found my boot.

Lily?

Born Lillian, yes.

Did you go to a punk show last night?

Did I? No, not last night.

Oh, Derek Jacobi's in town.

He hates punk music.

Okay, I… Have you been writing to someone in a red notebook?

Now I understand why you're here.

-Coffee? -Always.

Hmm.

Come, come.

Uh…

Whoa.

Uh, so do you live here alone?

I live here, darling, but I'm rarely alone.

Sit.

Let me put your mind at ease.

I am not the Lily you are seeking.

Oh.

Okay. Um, so is there another Lily here, then?

So who are you?

Uh…

Well, I'm Dash,

and her and I have been, uh, writing to each other in this red notebook--

Which I gave to her, along with my red majorette boots.

You are looking for my great niece.

Wait, you're Mrs. Basil E?

Her nickname for me.

I used to send Lily and her brother on scavenger hunts

in the Metropolitan Museum of Art,

like in the book From the Mixed-Up Files of--

Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. Yeah, I've read it. Um…

Okay, great. Can I talk to her?

-Are you in love with her? -What?

No, I… I don't even know her.

-Then I'm not very interested. -Wait, what? Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I'm not at all sure you're right for my Lily anyway.

-Do you believe in fairies? -No.

The power of wishes?

Love at first sight?

Musical theater?

I'm… I'm not really a guy that believes in things.

You believed you could find a girl with a boot.

Could you just tell me where she is?

Her grandfather, my brother, will never let you see her.

He guards her like a jewel.

He won't even let me see her.

Well, there was an incident with the Blue Man Group.

Well, could you try, please?

Why should I…

open up an old wound?

Go back to a place I am not welcome

to deliver a message from someone

Lily may not even wish to hear from in the first place.

Okay, 'cause, look, last night, I had her do something that… it… it scared her,

and I haven't talked to her since or heard from her since.

And I don't know if she's hurt or something happened,

and I'm just trying to make sure she's okay.

-Why? -Why? 'Cause I…

Why? 'Cause I care about her.

That's more like it.

All right, 20 it is. Anybody else?

Mrs. Basil E.

Oh-ho-ho.

Are you all right, my dear?

To be honest,

um, a little rocky.

That's because you only have one boot.

How do you know?

A young man tracked it to me.

Notebook Boy?

Very impressive detective work. The work of someone who really cares.

He wouldn't if he'd seen me.

I was… a disaster.

It was embarrassing.

He's worried about you.

He's worried about the girl in his head, and last night, I proved that I'm not her.

I tried to be, but I blew it.

If he knew, he wouldn't be looking for me.

If you have your doubts, you could always ask him yourself.

I had him keep the boot, just in case.

After all, it's the prince who returns the shoe,

not the fairy godmother.

I can't. Even if I wanted to talk to him, I--

She's grounded.

Arthur.

Are we playing or what?

Game's over. Everybody out.

Looking good, Lillian.

You too, Sal.

I said everybody.

Why is Lily grounded?

You gave up your right to weigh in on family matters

when you abandoned the family--

Going on tour with the Rolling Stones

is not abandoning the family.

You are irresponsible, a bad influence.

Because I took Lily to an off-Broadway show?

Your flew her to Las Vegas.

Which is not on Broadway.

Please leave.

I am Lily's godmother, and I will have my say.

Fine.

You can wait in your room.

At least you got to go to a club for once in your life,

before, you know,

it's over forever,

because they're never letting you leave the house again.

That's it.

That's it.

This is my life, and I sh--

What did you say to him?

You and your grandfather need to have a conversation.

Grandpa? I'm sorry. I will never leave the house again.

Lily, this is not about you.

I hope to see you again soon, Arthur.

-You're going home? -You can handle this.

No, I won't. I can't. He's crying.

Argue for your limitations,

and they are surely yours.

What does that mean?

Uh, s… seriously, what does that…

What's wrong, Grandpa?

I proposed to Mabel.

She turned me down.

That's why I'm home.

I'm so sorry.

You two seemed so… happy.

Did she say why?

She doesn't want to move to New York.

Well, duh.

- Excuse me? - She doesn't like it here.

You always go to see her because the weather's nice,

and she has the pool.

I live in New York.

-Family lives in New York. -I know.

Why did you propose to her?

I mean, do… do you love Mabel?

She makes me feel…

less lonely.

I know what that feels like.

It's nice.

-Do you like Florida? -It's very pleasant.

Produce is excellent.

I think you should talk to her, see if you can work it out.

There are worse things than sitting at a pool,

feeling less lonely.

I'll think about it.

I came home so I wouldn't be alone on Christmas,

and I found a naked boy in Langston's room and you out all night.

I was too harsh.

I overreacted.

You're still grounded for the rest of today but not forever.

And…

I would like to take you out for ice cream…

to apologize.

Actually…

you know what I would really like?

-I'll order for both of us. -No mushrooms.

Understood.

-Sorry. -Oh, my… oh, my God, it's you.

Yeah, yeah. Keep it down.

We've been looking all over the place for you.

I know. I'm sorry. I got freaked out, and I ran.

-And I-- -Hey. Hey, you gonna order or what?

You deliver, right?

Well, I'm… I'm on counter duty right now.

This is time-sensitive.

The order has to be placed by 5:00 p.m.

Can you do that?

Hey, hey, hey, where you going?

He's coming back, right?

Five… five p.m.

Five p.m. Take the Q train.

-Where'd you find this? -Two Boots video slot.

-Well, uh… -Come on.

-Come on, go, go, go. -Wait, wait, wait.

Come on, you have to go right now. Right now.

I'm sorry I messed up the game.

When I first got to that club, I was so worried

about what people were thinking about me that all I could see was the bad stuff.

I don't do well with bad stuff or bad feelings.

I always tell myself, "When there's rain, look for the rainbow."

But I couldn't find one, so I ran.

Then I saw your message.

Something about knowing that you knew how I felt

made it okay to go back out there.

And this time, I saw the good.

People having fun.

I could join them or stay in my shell.

Eighty-Sixth Street.

I joined them, and it was like a whole new world opened up to me.

I want to do the same for you.

Go to Dyker Heights.

Start at the Nutcracker house. You'll know it when you see it.

Are you there?

I am here, Lily.

Write down what you see.

I see plastic nutcrackers,

fake Santas, and nothing that's real.

Now look again. Give it another chance.

I see…

an older couple

who probably come here every year

to take a picture in front of the same house.

Probably have years of those photographs

framed on their wall.

I see them holding hands.

And I think how they must know each other very well.

I told myself I didn't fit in anywhere and just kept hoping

that one day something would magically change.

But, little-known fact, the word "abracadabra"

comes from an Arabic phrase, "avra kadabra,"

meaning, "I create as I speak."

We make our own magic.

This notebook is magic,

and we see what we look for.

I hope you'll keep looking for the good stuff.

But, to help you out,

be at the last house on the block when the clock strikes five.

I'll send you a sign.

I believe in you, Notebook Boy.

Do you still believe in me?