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Cadence was entirely out of line today. She wasn't trying to impress Gad.

Maybe you've been too distracted to notice I'm getting all cozy this summer,

Penn.

My mom made me go to Claremont this morning dressed all respectably. Mom

she needs to get back on her good side.

That's all you two on the beach.

Wow. Okay, well, she's one to talk about discretion.

Your daughter saw you with Dolby Dance.

you think you're gonna go up to art school when we are tens of millions of

dollars in debt if you want to help you can prove to harris that you can be

an asset to the family he's the one keeping the roof over our heads right

came back here because i needed to know why you didn't care about me you know

how i feel i don't i don't remember i love you

Tell me a story.

You're the writer.

I want to hear what you come up with.

Okay.

Once upon a time, there was an island kingdom.

A mythical land.

Where it was always summer.

That's the one.

One day, a boy arrived from a realm of...

Noise and color and buildings that scrape the sky.

In his world, he was a knight.

But on the island, he learned for the first time that he was a mouse.

And he

felt very small indeed.

Until he met a princess.

Are you real?

I think so.

And along with the princess came more royalty.

And soon the mouse called them friends.

The mouse thought the princess was perfect.

He wanted to follow her everywhere.

But she was royalty.

And the mouse didn't belong in her palace.

The annual Sinclair family lemon hunt will commence momentarily.

Come on!

Oh, you were going to tell him about the dress code.

I know. I'm sorry. I completely forgot.

All right, all right. There are 200 lemons and one lime hidden across the

island. The hunt begins at the bell.

And do you want to hear about the prizes?

Yeah!

Okay.

For the lemons, a gift certificate to the Edgartown bookstore.

And for the lime...

It's a top -secret surprise.

It's fudge. It's always fudge.

Now, there are none that will endanger you to retrieve.

All right, none on rooftop, none in Bramble, and no child may go swimming

or your prize will be forfeited. But the losers are fed to the sharks.

Yeah, no failures allowed on Beachwood.

The mouse grew to love the princess fiercely.

But the princess's family wouldn't stand for it. He's

only a mouse, the king said in disdain. Watch yourself, young man,

or you'll get hurt.

The entire kingdom whispered, an animal masquerading as a human.

It's unnatural.

Luckily, boy antlers care far more about money.

And they do legalities.

That's the thing about mythical island palaces.

Even the most important rulers tend to be afraid of tiny mice.

But the mouse could stand anything if he was with the princess.

And so, he stayed.

And stayed.

And stayed.

He

tried

to drown out the whispers.

So, Harris found out about us, and he scared you away, and that's why you

call all year.

No.

No, I was ready to explain it to him.

To tell him I loved you.

But he never mentioned it.

For a while, I thought I got it wrong.

Katie Sinclair, eat that! Shit, shit, shit, shit. Oh, God.

Okay, wait.

My mom, she can't see this place like this. She'd freak out.

I gotta go.

Katie! Katie, listen.

I'm coming!

Bye!

He stayed so long, the mouse began to forget he had been a knight once.

Somewhere else.

hanging around Cuddledown.

It's best when the girl's staying with Harris. It ought to be condemned. It

like, one creaky floorboard.

Your granddad wants you at breakfast.

You need to connect with the family, put on a smile.

I'm not hungry.

I don't care.

Hey, hey, hey!

My friend Alice just called. She was on a charter to Nantucket yesterday and saw

you literally jump off a cliff.

You will have breakfast with your family, and then you are going to go to

room and think.

Because you are grounded. Oh, so now this whole place is like a prison or

something? Yeah, correct.

With five beaches, unlimited crab cakes, and an on -call tennis pro. And I am

the warden who won't let her child indulge a death wish. What a tyrant.

I should call Dr. Moriarty. Have him put you on some kind of hold. You are not

okay. Caden's leaping to your death. What did Grandad do when he found out

me and Gat?

I made that jump because I was trying to trigger memories.

Oh, my... Who knows what I'll have to try next if you don't just tell me?

Cadence. I mean, could someone have hit me? Was I the victim of a crime? Crime.

On Beachwood. Come on, Katie. Did Harris freak out? Did he find me and Gat

together and then push me headfirst into the sea, half -stressed? I mean, what

happened the night of my accident, Mom? Just tell me! I have told you!

I have told you everything that I know!

Over and over again. Every day. In the hospital. Every time.

You asked.

And every time you had an episode, you got so sick, and

then you slept, and then you woke up, and you asked again.

I am your mother, Katie. You cannot ask me to cause you pain.

You are doing this to yourself, Katie.

It is your own broken brain that is the enemy you are raging against, not me.

You're lying.

I don't believe you.

Just go to your room.

Making an escape?

You want to drive?

Still no.

Always no.

All right.

No. Where are you headed?

I need to get online. At least Google can't gaslight me.

Nuclearmon has Wi -Fi? Nuclearmon has my mother. You can't look at screens

without having the whole episode.

Okay, then I'll have an episode, Gat. A level 11 meltdown in front of all of

Edgar Town. I will puke and foam with the mouths and give them even more to

gossip about.

Are you coming?

This is my favorite day of the summer.

Yeah, I know, because we're straight up very competitive.

You love it.

All right, all right, hold on.

I... Got you, Sultan.

Katie, I thought nothing was better than chocolate spilling me.

Love, Kat.

Hey, Kat.

Paris wants to talk to you. He's in this study.

Why?

The silent treatment, still?

If I'm silent so that you don't go blabbing my business to the whole

universe, Katie.

It's fine.

I will talk to Eric.

Yeah.

Hello, young man.

Close the door.

You're not really a gun guy.

No, me neither.

I'd send her Carlisle.

Barred from poker night when he took that NRA money.

Yeah, but this... This isn't just a gun.

This is history.

Philip Schuyler gave this to Hamilton.

Recently came up at auction.

Listen, Mr. Sinclair, I'm sorry if... Sit.

So, young man, what are your intentions?

Of what?

In life.

Your value on this planet.

I'd like to be a journalist.

A foreign correspondent, actually.

Is that right?

It's important work.

Grueling, at times dangerous.

Not for the faint of heart.

I know that, sir.

But I want to tell the untold stories.

Stories that don't make it across oceans.

I want to give people a voice.

Ambitious.

Dad?

We have a visitor.

Oh, indeed.

Come in.

Hello. It's me. I'm the visitor.

Nice sweater, kiddo.

Mom. Well, don't I get a hug? Hi.

Hello.

God,

I really hoped this tradition would die with Mom.

The silent treatment?

Still? You threatened to expose me.

Oh, Beth.

I mean, technically, you... exposed yourself.

Come on, it was friendly fire.

Yeah, friendly now.

Because with my husband's implosion, Carrie nearly letting the two male heirs

drown, your dad's favorite again. Ah, I was short -lived.

Last night, he informed me that I had failed to protect his precious first

grandchild. Protect her from what?

I'm not complaining.

They dropped me off at the service dock.

So I haven't seen anything.

Holy fucking shit.

It's not always like this, Mom. It's the lemon hunt.

Not a normal Tuesday.

And how often are Tuesdays normal?

Hi, I'm Tayden. Oh, gosh.

You're a beauty in pictures, but man, you're a stunner in person.

I'm Maya, his beloved mother, since he's forgotten his manners.

Sorry about crushing the party.

Oh, then we're the merrier.

Come on, show me all the different yellow food items while we gossip about

son.

So what's the plan?

Google Sinclair Secrets and hope for the best? You said you don't know what

happened to me alone in the water that night. And I don't. Then nothing that I

find out will change the way I feel about you, Kat.

Do what you need to do.

Hey, I got you. I got you.

I got you.

Oh.

People are staring.

Maybe we should save this for later.

We can come back before closing.

And until then... Thank you.

Ice cream is always the cure.

Thank you.

This is kind of like our first real date, no?

Yeah.

Kind of like our millionth.

Yeah.

What if my mom wasn't totally wrong about me losing my mind?

I mean, maybe there's always been something a little off about my brain.

You just need more time to heal.

That's it.

But I'll be here.

With you.

As long as it takes.

The Night Mouse.

will be missed by his family if he never leaves the princess's side.

My mom is highly adaptable, so we're good.

She visited last summer.

You remember any of that?

Kind of.

A lemon hunt.

Yeah.

Somebody saw Beechwood and the whole Sinclair thing through her eyes.

It was a lot.

All right, gather around, everyone.

Time has come.

All right, now.

As usual, there are 200 lemons hidden and one lime.

None on rooftops or in brambles. Those are the old rules.

This time, all's fair.

No rules.

It's like an Easter egg hunt.

Thank you.

Sounds incredibly awesome.

The one who finds the most lemons will win the Boston house.

Are you okay? Sorry, just choked on my edible orchid.

And should you find the lime, I will name you the sole recipient of

Beechwood upon my death. Dad.

No.

We'll begin on my signal, and you'll know it when you hear it.

And for now, enjoy the food.

You'll need your strength.

Come on.

Caden.

Caden. Come here. Excuse me. Caden.

Mom. It's okay. Come here. Listen to me. Listen to me.

You're at a disadvantage because there are only two of us. Let go of my arm.

Look, we don't need an entire island. We have Windermere.

Oh. Babe, did you know your grandfather has two brothers?

No, because Harris inherited the island and he exiled his brothers. I mean, do

you think that when Johnny is 60 and he has his own grandkids filling up a

place, he's going to want to invite you and yours?

Will Mirren?

Mom, that's like a million years away.

Time flies.

Come on. You haven't noticed you've been avoiding your cousins? What are they,

tension in liar land?

Childhood friendship only lasts so long.

And you remember that you're a family.

Some part of you must want to see their faces when you beat them.

Mom, what is Maya doing here?

I don't know.

She always turned down our invitations. Then today she texts from the marina.

She's here. So I sent a boat.

Very awkward.

Well, yeah, you did dump her dead husband's brother.

Listen.

The lemon?

A win for you. Or me.

Or Will.

It could actually set us free.

Could.

Just try.

Okay.

An island for a line?

That's the craziest thing I've ever heard.

I hear a lot of shit.

I know.

Psychological warfare.

And I don't want to play.

Yeah, yeah.

On one hand, I get that.

On the other hand, you could go to sleep tonight owning all this.

No, not me.

I don't think I've ever won ever.

I'm always out -strategized.

And plus, when I fail today, I'll just give my mom another reason to hate me.

You know, what your mother did was fucked up.

But in my experience, everyone's fucked up in one way or another.

And hurt people hurt people.

And if someone doesn't break that cycle of hurt, then it just goes on forever.

At least it did in my family.

So, you know, you could...

Good reason with you on that. Good thing you could.

Or you say, fuck it. I'll call out of work later. You come over to the

worker bunks. Use me as a sex object.

Yeah, abandoning the lemon hunt would definitely be the ultimate act of

rebellion. Before the summer, I never actually wanted to rebel.

I wanted to be perfect through Claire.

Like my mom.

Like Katie.

I tried so hard, but I seem to only know this one. I mess up.

I could kill anyone who made you feel like that, Maren.

Yeah, you probably could. You really must be.

Okay.

All right. All right. Look, so here it is.

You talk to your mother.

You run away with a water taxi driver.

Or there's a third option.

I fling myself into the sea. Show your mom she's wrong about you. You find all

the motherfucking citrus on this island.

Can I still do that other thing tomorrow?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's his new bell.

God. Right.

Right. Well, yeah. Come on, let's pray.

Yeah, great.

Go on.

I'm going to find these fucking lemons.

Do it. Swear to God.

Oh, oh, oh, I am always dreaming in your room. We know it echoes in the house,

but we do not give a shit because your parents are pretty chill about it. But

when I'm eating dinner with your parents and they are going on and on about it,

don't carry on. Well, I don't know if I can do this because...

Fuck the bourgeoisie.

Marks is my new daddy.

Fuck the bourgeoisie.

I mean, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did, I did.

All right, littles.

Listen up.

What will you even do with a dusty old hat?

But if you give me your lemons, I'll give you whatever you want.

William. William, William, William.

That mega sprayer nerf gun?

Mom says it perpetuates American violence worship.

But I'm not Mom.

I'm your desperate, delinquent brother.

Pleasure doing business with you. Good boy. Lemon's basket.

Liberty.

I know that Bess took away your limited edition Haley Bieber peptide lip tint.

I'll get you five.

Throw in a pound of fudge. Money in the bank. Put it right there. Thank you.

Lemons. Basket.

Bonnie.

Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.

Let's do this. What do you need?

I want a sacrificial altar knife.

For my spells.

Okay. Deal.

Great. Let's do this.

Should we?

Sinclair's are really competitive.

I thought you should be fitted out.

Have you ever won?

The first year, I found the line.

Johnny cried, though.

So Harris decided to split the fudge.

On account of suspected cheating.

Oh, Gat.

Oh, whatever, it's fine.

It's just candy.

Gat, can we acknowledge how absolutely batshit these people are?

Trading mansions as if they're monopoly properties? Mom, they're not always like

this. And they're not all like this, I swear.

This isn't normal.

When Ed first brought you here, I was in a bad place.

Still figuring out how to exist without your father.

I thought it would be good if you got away from me.

Look, I'll admit, having you here, away from our sticky tiny apartment in the

summer months, it helped.

And you look so happy in those pictures. But this, this is like some...

Knives down means get out, shit.

Look at you.

You're wearing pastels.

You're talking different.

You're not wearing the earring I hate.

You're code -switching.

Because you don't belong with these people.

Mom, I know that.

You think I don't know that?

I just don't care. I'm sorry.

I want to be where Katie is.

in the lemon hunt?

Well, technically, that was Mom's rule. Dad apparently has chosen violence.

Still, have some decorum, Penny.

Oh, unclench, Beth. Clearly your fishmonger's doing a terrible job of

out your cobwebs.

Salty Dan?

You didn't.

Maren saw.

She didn't.

I'm not the one who spent the early odd second. Deal or dick for coke?

Stop.

Yeah.

Beth, stop.

Carrie scored the classy way.

Doctor hopping and raiding medicine cabinets at dinner parties.

Shut up, both of you. I'm so sick of you belittling my sobriety. The addiction

was not my fault.

Did you do that at Silver Hill or at the Newport Institute for Change?

Actually, I learned that from Ed.

When I learned that I was capable of being happy.

But that's a foreign concept for the two of you. I'm perfectly happy. Thank you

very much. You can't...

Understand yourself.

Neither can you.

I'm perfectly confident in who I am. Yeah?

Because from here, it seems like you spent half of your time trying to be our

mom and the other half trying to be a dead 11 -year -old girl.

So, who are you?

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want me to have a panic attack?

Is that going to make you feel left alone in your unraveling?

Oh, this needs to be fun.

Oh my god!

Help me!

What's happening? What is she doing? Carrie.

Carrie. Carrie, stop.

Move along.

There's nothing to see here. Move along.

Go on.

Come on.

We pick snow and rain and ride sunshine.

Good eye.

Core strategy.

My fruit! Fuck me!

Get off me! Get off me!

Get off me, you rabid fuck!

Thanks for the assist.

No! My diaper!

Follow through is everything.

I worked for that!

I'm so sick of everything coming to me so easy all the time!

Someone can't all be such try -hards. No!

that he's not going to pay for your rent whenever you don't make it as a

starving woman? Fuck you!

What are you doing?

You sound like your mom.

No, I didn't. I can't win. You all know I can't win.

Look at yourselves. Look at us. We used to be best friends, and now you're

hurling the worst insults you can. And why?

Why, because of an old man's power trip?

Or was it?

Harris had it the whole time.

He was never going to surrender Beachwood.

I think he's a king who needs his kingdom.

And he doesn't care if people are miserable in it. He doesn't care as long

people are miserable under his power.

Everybody seems pretty miserable.

You guys are playing right into it.

Right.

I'm really sorry about everything that I said. I really didn't mean any of it.

No, no, no. You were right.

Yes, I was so wrapped up in myself.

I...

I'm so sorry.

Come here.

I love you.

I accept both your apologies.

No, seriously, though.

Finish it to all of you.

I'm sorry.

Deeply, deeply sorry. I'm sorry.

Forgive me, Gatwick.

Well,

I... Well, I've given

us lemons.

Your dad is counting lemons in the living room.

One of the living rooms.

Your living room has living rooms.

It's called The Great Room.

I know.

I heard it at the edit.

Do you want some of this?

Ice cream's always the cure.

Is he eating?

If you count Taki's fuego from the hotel vending machine, sure.

Didn't mean to hurt him.

And yet... Sorry.

No.

Sorry.

My husband is no longer here to defend his cute brother, so... False to me.

I had to choose... Between being the kind of parent that my

kids needed me to be... And being the partner that Ed deserved.

And it wasn't.

What choice?

He's better off without me, without all of this.

Sometimes I wonder if I would have had kids if I knew what it would be

like.

Who would volunteer to love something so fiercely that it could save me a hole?

And then I hate myself for thinking that way because who thinks like that about

their own kids?

When Jay died, oh, I fell apart.

Some days I would just stare at this little boy who looked so much like him.

And I loved him so hard.

It hurt.

So hard I thought it was going to kill me.

It was a thing.

Motherhood is filled with hurt.

Like your heart outside your body while you bleed.

Where are the loggers? Right here.

I couldn't find any lemons.

And me neither.

No lemons.

I found a few.

You liars.

I suppose it's my own fault that you are so clever.

Sinclair jeans.

Well, then, clearly, rules have been violated, so the prizes

are void.

But I do have something valuable to offer God.

You have such ambition, but you can't change the world without opportunity.

Now, Tipper's scholarship program was her pet project, a chance for high

achievers to travel the world, pursue an immersive education while making a

positive impact on refugee communities.

Now, she'd already chosen this year's recipients, of course, but there's an

opening.

Now, there are several candidates vying for it, so this isn't a handout.

I don't do handouts, but I do make recommendations.

Now, you have an interview the morning after next back in New York,

if you're interested.

Are you crying?

No, no, no. I was just washing my face.

You know, you should wear the jacket you wore to the funeral for your interview.

You look so... I'm not doing the interview.

I don't want to owe Harris anything.

It's not his program.

It's Tipper's.

And she would want you to be a part of it. You wouldn't owe him anything.

I would.

Look. He said there were other candidates, right?

So you'll earn it for yourself at that interview.

Hey, you have to try again.

Come on.

Has being around the Sinclairs taught you anything?

Where's your competitive spirit?

You're being incredibly selfless right now. I don't like it.

Yeah, well, I used to be pretty selfish.

And then this guy...

I'm kind of into.

Showed me how important it was to consider other people's needs before my

Sounds like a dick.

Yeah, well, he's pretty cute, so...

If I get the internship, I won't be back here next

summer.

Don't open it until your birthday next week, okay?

I don't want to hear the lecture about how it's my fault that we lost the

house.

Cancer?

Mind your business?

You know, I used to think that I knew everything about my mom.

Everything she did was just so... Flawless.

This way that I could never duplicate.

I tried, God knows, but... Why it came so easy to her and not me?

I used to wonder if she ever just fucking cried.

I wish I could ask her.

Did you ever just lock yourself in the bathroom and cry?

Mom, God, did it ever feel like this for you?

I never asked.

Now I can't.

And I'm...

You made a choice today, Mirren.

That's fine.

It's a big old fuck you to the family.

I really hope your convictions keep you and your sisters warm this winter.

Because I don't have any moves left.

The lemons were fucking it.

You know, I thought you might just reinstate the no boyfriends on Beachwood

rule.

This is impressive.

Why make yourself a bad guy when you can just show his mother that he doesn't

belong here, make her drag him away?

I didn't make anyone do anything.

Oh, you just dangled two semesters abroad, followed by a summer teaching

refugees English, which takes care of next summer, too.

It's very elegant, Dad.

Kids are going to miss him.

Cadence will be just fine.

I won't let her make the same mistakes that you did.

Well, that's...

That's for the best.

Love you, Dad.

like it, but I'm glad that you came.

Yeah.

Well, when Harrison Clare invites you on a private jet to the vineyard...

Harrison for you?

He called.

He thought with Ed gone, I might want to check in. I figured you were homesick

or lonely, but apparently the alien that's taken over my son's body is quite

happy here.

I don't know why he invited me.

I do.

I was too happy here.

Do you remember the book Harris told me to read?

Wuthering Heights?

Yeah.

It's about a poor brown -skinned boy taken in by a rich family.

He falls in love with a daughter.

And becomes a gentleman.

But everyone somehow still sees him as an animal.

So eventually, he becomes one.

Heathcliff had evil in him.

And you don't.

You're my guy.

I've done fucked up things.

I'm doing something fucked up now.

Will you please not speak of me like I'm... Error in your judgment.

I love you. I do. I love you. And I know we don't make any sense.

To who?

You might be right about Harris, but I am the eldest grandchild.

So let's go back to Beechwood, and I'll fix this. I'll make it better.

At Beachwood.

Where are the boat keys?

Boat keys?

Katie, do you know where you are right now?

Katie? Hey, Cadence!

Katie? Katie?

What happened?

You weren't really making hands.

Did I get sick?

Down by the water?

No, you had an episode, but at the bookstore.

The bookstore?

I didn't know how to help you, so they had to call your mom to bring you home.

What about the ice cream and the sunset?

Our first date.

There wasn't a date. We never went for ice cream.

You're scaring me. We've been here talking since we got back.

Is my mom right?

Maybe you should go. I'm not leaving you. I barely know where I am right now.

don't care where you are, right? I'll follow you there and that's it.

Why are you here?

What do you mean, why am I here? I'm here for you.

No.

The scholarship.

You should be gone by now.

You didn't get it?

I never made it to the interview.

We were supposed to leave the next night, but something happened.

I called the cab to the airport.

Your mom on her way? Yeah, as soon as she gets her eyeliner, even on both

Oh, you might miss your interview.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah. Now that it's over, do you regret carrying?

Fuck, um...

I regret things.

I regret not marrying her years ago.

I regret that when she was ready to have a baby, I said we should

wait so we could afford to send our kid to the same schools as where Johnny went

to.

You know, without help from Harris, I thought

that I needed to raise another Sinclair.

I was too proud.

I think it's too late for the liars to grow up different from the rest.

Mate, I know it feels like you've lived your entire life, but you're only 16.

The four of you are going to do great things, and stupid things, and then

greater things.

You aren't even an ounce of the person you're going to grow into.

Any of you?

Gat, you have all the time in the world.

I've got to go. Yeah.

Oh, your mum's going to kill me.

Can you lift the beachwood, please? Sorry, what, what? Emergency boats only

the beachwood till further notice. What emergency?

Someone hurt?

On the island, did someone hurt?

They don't call in the chopper if someone isn't.

It's a bad, it's a bad dream