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Previously,
on Little Fires Everywhere...

Okay, first day of school photo.
I want to see joy on three.

Joy!

How long have they been going out?

Long enough for Lexie to have
their wedding planned.

- I'm going to Yale.
- Congratulations.

She hasn't even applied yet.

Oh, so you want to change
your math class.

They try to discourage minorities
from taking advanced courses.

I think I figured out what I'm
gonna do for my Yale essay.

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If you don't stand up
for yourself, who will?

I'd like to help you in your household

if the offer still stands.

Sure.

Hon, look, you're allowed
to change your mind

if you don't want her there.

I did lie. I put down a fake reference.

But I'm not a criminal.

Why don't we have a glass of wine?

What's going on with her?

I had a daughter.

What was her name?

May Ling.

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You're 70 cents short.

Please, she not eat for days.
I not eat for week.

Then try breastfeeding. It's free.

Please.

Get the fuck out of my store!

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We're closed.

Is, uh... is Scott around?

I'm... here to hit the slopes.

Try the kitchen.

How can he not get caught?

God only knows.

Maybe because his face.
He's dumb but cute.

More dumb than cute.

Beef and broccoli and fried rice.

And you take the egg rolls

because I took them all
for Pearl last night.

Pearl? Is that your daughter's name?

- It's beautiful.
- Thank you.

So is May Ling.

Sometimes... I still hear her cry.

Of course you do.

Because you're her mother.

She gone.

I'm not her mother anymore.

Bebe, a mother is a mother,
and you will always be hers.

I leave her. I do that.

- It doesn't matter what I want.
- No, it does.

It matters.

May Ling is out there.

And if you want her, you have
to find her. Whatever it takes.

Find her? You think it's so easy?

You think I'm not trying
my best to find her?

I'm illegal.

If I go to police station,
they'll send me back.

Hey, hey.
Uh, I didn't finish A Separate Peace.

What happens?

Um, Finny's in the tree,
and Gene shakes the branch.

What do you think?

Decent penmanship.

Is it still penmanship when
it's done with a paintbrush?

- Uh...
- Paintbrushmanship?

I meant about going.

I think I would rather finally watch
Before Sunrise like we planned.

It's been weeks.

So, uh, what happens next?

Um, Finny falls and breaks his leg.

When that counselor discouraged me

from taking a harder math class,

I found myself angry and confused.

Our conversation
took less than a minute,

the same amount of time it took
for that metaphorical glass ceiling

to form right above my head.

- Mm.
- His sexism was telling me

loud and clear,

that I would never go as
far as my male classmates.

Sexist discrimination
is more than a hardship.

It's the pervasive
reality of being a woman.

- Mm-hmm.
- And it's a reality I'm striving

to change as we move into
the twenty-first century.

- Mm.
- As our first lady said,

we as women can do more than
sit home and bake cookies.

- Mm-hmm.
- Glass ceilings are glass

because they are made to be shattered.

Well? What do you think?

Um, yeah, it was-it was good.

I, I didn't know
that happened to you, so...

Are, are we, are we still doing...

Okay, well, why would I have
written it if it didn't happen?

Guess not.

I don't know, I guess I just
figured you would have...

said something.

What, to get second
guessed for my experience?

- Why are you getting so mad?
- Is this even about my essay?

Is this about sex?

What are you... no.

No.

But prom and Homecoming are
basically the same thing, so...

Okay, they are completely different.

When did Brenda and Dylan have sex?

It was prom night, Brian.

Um, no, actually, it wasn't.
It was the spring dance.

The spring dance and
prom are the same thing.

They just couldn't say that
because they were juniors twice.

Which is exactly why we shouldn't
use them as our sexual touchstone.

That show is stupid, anyway.
It doesn't make any sense.

Where's your faceplate?

I was very clear when
I ordered these cookies,

27 days ago, that I needed them Friday

and tomorrow is Friday.

Trip, get off the line.
I'm on the phone.

- Sorry, Mom.
- ... a different kind of cookie.

No, a different kind of
cookie is not gonna work.

You can't put a tiny message
in a different cookie.

- Bev.
- Can you hang on a sec?

- Okay, yes, fine, I'll hold.
- I'm home.

Hi, honey.

There's a problem with the cookies.

What cookies?

The ones I've been talking
about for literally a month.

The ones for Mirabelle's birthday party.

Dinner, everybody.

- We got a fine at Windsor.
- What?

Mm-hmm.

She let the grass grow over six inches.

Uh, is it all right if
Pearl stays for dinner?

Yes, of course, as long
as it's okay with her mother.

- Is it fine with your mom?
- I'm sure it's fine, yeah.

Okay, great.
Can we talk about this later?

Uh, Moody, will you take
the rolls and put them

on the table and also set?

- Are you still there?
- Yes, I'm still holding, Bev.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, yeah.

Hi.

Mmhmm.

She agreed to follow the
ordinances when she moved in.

Oh, great. That's so great to hear that.

You're a lifesaver.
All right, thank you, honey. Bye.

Moody, don't forget the cloth napkins.

- Hon.
- Yes, it's my fault.

She asked for gas for the mower
and I just completely forgot.

Okay, but you're normally the
one who's out there with a ruler.

I know, but she works three
jobs and she made our dinner.

How about you mow the lawn?

Moody, don't forget
the forks are on the left.

I don't feel like you're
really hearing me here.

Look who's here, finally.

Oh, my goodness, Brian!

How are you? It has been so long.

Why is it so hard to
get you to this house?

Thanks for having me, Mrs. Richardson.

Always. Okay, Moody,
make sure everybody has a drink.

We have strawberry, kiwi,
and diet peach Snapple.

And Lexie, get your brother and sister.

I don't know what's taking them so long.

Yo, dinner.

- Uh, hey.
- Hi, I'm Pearl.

- Oh, you two don't know each other?
- No.

Oh, you're gonna love each other.

I'm sure you have so much in common.

No way.

You must like rap
and basketball too, huh?

It's called the Million Woman March.

I just think that that
should be for all women.

Like the Million Man March.

Yeah, but that was
actually just black men.

Yo, can I get a roll?

- Dude, don't be a little bitch, bro.
- Hey, Trip.

- Give me the rolls.
- He just said bitch.

- Moody, I don't like that language.
- I just think that there

should be a march for everyone.

Otherwise, it's outdated and sexist.

Mm, sexist. Your favorite word.

Like the March on Washington.
Right, Mom?

- You said that was for everyone.
- It was amazing.

Young, old, white, African-American.

Religious leaders,
activists, union members.

Just a beautiful blend of people.

Including Dr. King, of course.

I remember being a child
and even at that moment,

I knew it was monumental.

It really was a dream. It was.

It's like the Minority
Achievement Committee.

Right, like, I of course
support minorities achieving,

and yet, I can't go
to any of those meetings.

Well, the group is kind
of about, you know,

black students supporting
each other, so...

You think?

You know, no one's talking to you, Izzy.

Yeah, no one wants
to hear you talk.

- Okay, you two, please don't start.
- Brian, I noticed

a real need for that at the school

when I was dealing with
Pearl and her counselor.

Wait, what, what happened
with the counselor?

- He was a jerk.
- Yeah.

Mr. Bowers wouldn't let
Pearl switch to Algebra 2.

But Elena helped. She fixed it,

so I'm really grateful for that.

What about Lilith Fair? Is that sexist?

- What is Lilith Fair?
- It's your worst nightmare.

- Trip.
- No wonder they call you "Ellen."

Trip Richardson! I said enough!

I'm sorry,

why do they call your sister "Ellen"?

Like DeGeneres, Mom.

Because she's funny?

No.

Um, it was last winter.

Um, she was a young mother.

The baby was... is Chinese.
Just a couple months old.

She has a tiny red dot on her scalp.

It wasn't this station,
but yeah, I heard about it.

So if I wanted to know
where the baby ended up...

I'd try the police.

Right. If, um, is there anybody else

I, I could also talk to?
Just to be vigilant.

Only the police.

They're your best bet if
you want to find that baby.

- Okay, thanks.
- Good luck.

Uh-huh.

- You didn't have to drive me.
- Oh, no, it was easy.

I was running errands on
this side of town anyway.

But I don't know how I'm gonna
get it all done before Saturday.

Right.

It's essential a one-year-old
have a night to not remember.

You could help me if you're available.

I, I could use the extra set of hands.

Although, maybe you're going
to Homecoming or...

I'm not, Mom.

You know,
you don't have to go with a date.

You could go with a
group of girlfriends.

- What about April?
- Mom.

What, I...

Is she the one calling
you names at school?

I remember when I was in 7th
grade and Linda got boobs.

And I was concave.

And all the boys were flirting
with her and snapping her bra,

and I didn't have boobs, so...

you know what I did?

You walked the halls without
being harassed and groped?

I padded my bra, little by little,

until my boobs came in.

So you overcame your shame of
being flat by living a lie?

Well, no, I shaped the story
that I wanted to tell, literally.

Come to think of it,
it was probably my...

my first experience as a journalist.

This is the worst story I've ever heard.

Everybody's telling a story, Isabelle.

Whether they admit it or not.

You shouldn't let those
girls write a story for you.

If they're saying something untrue,
then you should change the story.

Are they saying something untrue?

- Of course it's untrue.
- Okay.

Well then, then you should
change the story.

How you doing out there, Cardinals?

Brian, I 911'd you
and I 143'd last night.

Where were you?

Is this still about the stupid essay?

Okay, why do you care so much
about some girl that you met once?

- I don't.
- You don't.

No, it's not about Pearl.

What you did, that,
that's fucked up, Lexie.

And if you can't see that, then...

Then what?

I don't know.

Whoo, looking good, ladies.

Real good.

Give it up for our cheer squad!

- We're like trained seals.
- Who?

Mankind. Some so-called
authority says clap, and we clap.

The moment you've
all been waiting for...

- Our 1997...
- I was thinking about going.

To Homecoming.

- With who?
- I don't know.

Friends?

You guys, maybe?

... Erin Flood and William Richardson!

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, if you,
if you need people to go with,

we could, like, all go together.

And we don't really have to be into it.
It can be more of like a...

like a social experiment.
We could be like anthropologists.

High school dances don't
need anthropologists.

They're their own genre.

You've seen Sixteen Candles
and Carrie, right?

- Yeah.
- And trust me.

Before Sunrise, way better.

What if you guys do both?

The dance and then the movie?

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, we could.

And if you're still up to it,
we could all go together.

Fine, I'll go.

But if they play that fucking
Sugar Ray song, I'm out.

- ... Kristen Braun and Jamie Sheridan!
- Then I'm in.

And finally, she has a perfect 4.0

and came in third in the Ohio
state monologue competition

for her moving rendition
of Butterflies Are Free,

and he is a three-sport
athlete and our quarterback,

our king and queen,

Alexandra Richardson and Brian Harlins!

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, your lawn's done,
and I filled up the mower.

So the tank is ready
to go for next time.

Thanks.

Who shot that?

- I did.
- Really?

That's, uh...

You're a lawyer.

Mm-hmm.

Are there any immigration
lawyers at your firm?

No, not at my firm.

But I know some good guys downtown. Why?

Do you know anyone who would

work pro bono?

No. The guys I know are pretty pricey,

and they definitely
don't work for free, sorry.

Okay.

What do you think
today? Springer or Ricki?

We could do something
crazy and watch Oprah.

I would love to, but I kind of got
to go find a dress for Homecoming.

You can borrow something.

Do you know how much frilly shit
I have in my closet I've never worn?

- Okay.
- Wait, so you need a dress?

- We should go shopping.
- Oh, um, yeah, we should.

- Oh, wait, you meant like, right now?
- Yeah.

Oh, uh, Moody, is that okay with you?

Yeah, sure.

- All right.
- I'm parked in the Oval. Let's go.

Oh, um, well, bye, guys.

See you.

So the balloons,
we’re gonna pick them up tomorrow.

The catering is set.

Oh, you did a great job on
the centerpieces. Thank you.

- Oh, thank you.
- Thank you.

I wish I could steal you tomorrow night.

Well, takeout duty calls.

Uh, did you see the
fortune cookie party favors?

- Yeah.
- You should take some for Pearl.

Oh, no, thank you. We, we have plenty.

- It's a perk of the job.
- Oh, of course.

Now, your paper roses look perfect

and mine look like wadded
up pieces of trash.

If this is what happens
when she turns one,

what are you gonna do at 16?

Well, this isn't a typical
one-year-old birthday party

with other one-year-olds.

I mean, it's sort of been a
process for Linda and Mark.

They tried for so long to get pregnant.

Decades, even.

And all of their friends had
kids in their 20's like me

and it was just heartbreak
after heartbreak for her.

She always showed up for me.

When Lexie was born, she was there.

When Trip was born, she was there.

At every birthday party.
She threw me four baby showers.

She even watched them when I couldn't.

So all of this is really
just a celebration for her

and-and Mark as parents.

You know, because Mirabelle,
that all happened so quickly,

and you know, there was
no time to plan a shower.

Obviously, they weren't there
at the birth, so...

What-what do you mean?

- Oh, haven't you met Mirabelle?
- No.

Oh, I just assumed.
Um, the McCulloughs adopted her.

Ah, I had no idea.

Oh, it's actually an incredible story.

I thought about pitching it to People.

So Linda and Mark had
all but given up hope.

And then, they got a call

that there was a two-month-old
baby girl found starving,

just left out,
in the dead of winter, alone,

outside a fire station in...
it was Cleveland, I think.

- It was Cleveland.
- Um, um, what?

A fire station.

I know. Who does that?

I mean, if you can't handle being a mom,
then don't get pregnant.

- Hey.
- You know?

Hey, honey.

Hey.

Um, so the, the...

The fortune cookies.
Are those because she is...

Chinese. It's clever, isn't it?

- Oh, I'm going to Homecoming.
- What? With who?

Friends.

We had a conversation
and she actually listened to me.

One for the books.

Um, Elena, I just-I just
noticed the-the time.

And I have to get home to Pearl, so...

- Well, thank you for everything.
- Yeah.

Uh, are you okay?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I'm, I'm fine.

This is fun. Us hanging out.

Yeah, totally.

We haven't really done
anything outside of

Ricki Lake and Real World, you know?

But I guess that's kind
of the cool thing about

the Shaker Heights kids. You know,
we all hang out with everyone.

It's not as clique-y as some
of the other schools, you know?

Mm-hmm.

Which is why the, um...

the math class thing was so fucked up.

It was no big deal.

Really.

But hard, you know?

Like a hardship.

Um, you know, your story
actually inspired

the essay I wrote for Yale.

- It did?
- Totally.

I mean, whether you're black
or a girl, or, like, both,

when something like that
happens to one of us,

it's like it happens to all of us,
you know?

Oh, my God. Pearl, you're getting it.

I can't. It's way too much.

Uh, you can, because I'm paying for it.

- No, Lexie, I can't let you do that.
- Uh, yes.

You would look way better
in this than I ever would.

Doesn't surprise me. You are so pretty.

- Thank you.
- So is your mom.

She's got, like,
this Denise from Cosby vibe.

Mm-hmm.

And your dad. Is he, is he mixed?

Because you look so mixed to me.

Um...

Maybe. I don't really know.

I've never met him.

But you've seen, like,
a photo of him, right?

No. I, um... I should probably...

Well, you know, I once told Brian

that I was sure someone
in his family was white,

because of his mom's hair, you know?

And then he got super offended.

But it turns out that his
grandma’s actually half-Italian,

so he had to apologize
because I was totally right.

So, I'm telling you,
you're-you’re mixed with something.

Ask your mom.

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Hey, baby.

Are you okay?

What happened?

What happened?

What's that?

Oh, I, um...

I'm going to Homecoming
with Moody and some friends.

- What's in the bag?
- A dress.

Can I see it?

I mean, it's nothing. It was on sale.

And I didn't even buy it.
The store was, like,

practically giving them away.

This is your thing now? Lying to me?

Who bought this for you?

Lexie.

As a thank you for something
that I helped her with.

- Mom, it's not even a big deal.
- No, you're gonna return it to her.

- We'll find you something at Goodwill.
- What, no.

If I buy something from Goodwill,

I might as well just wear
a paper bag from Weinen's.

I'm not taking that back.

You're letting some
rich spoiled white girl

- turn you into her dress up doll.
- No, I'm not.

She doesn't own you.

You don't belong to Lexie Richardson.

Why are you working in their house?

You know why.

For some extra spending money.

No, see, Mom,
you could have worked anywhere.

You want me to be honest?

You be.

I want to know about where I came from.
Like about your parents.

- You know about my parents.
- Besides the fact that you don't speak.

And what about my dad?

Huh?

Can I at least know about him?

I told you, he is the person
who gave me you.

That's not an answer.

What does he look like? Is he black?

Is he white? Is he dead? Is he an alien?

- Where is this coming from?
- I don't even know what

- my own father looks like, Mom.
- Why does it matter? He's...

I'm black. You're black.

You're mine. You came from me.

Why won't you tell me?

- Why can't I know?
- Because it doesn't matter.

No, but it does matter.

- It does not matter.
- It matters to me.

Pearl, it doesn't matter!

What if he could help us?

- Do what?
- I don't know.

Buy a house.

Not have to shop at Goodwill.

Have a better life.

- You wanted a bike.
- Mom.

- I made you a bike.
- Mom, I don't...

You wanted more than one wall.
I gave you four walls.

- Mom, I didn't mean it like that.
- You know what, Pearl?

Just wear the damn dress.

No, he’s not gonna
wear fucking Tevas to Homecoming.

He’s got a hook toe.

Will you call Jim?
He's being a total douchebag to Serena.

Jim is a douchebag.
He makes fucking dad jokes.

Okay. Look I'm handling it.
I'm just going to...

Dude, how many times are
you gonna rent that movie?

I didn't know Carl liked roses.

They're not for Carl, dick.

Calm down. It'll all be okay.

It's Mirabelle Rose.
Do they even look like roses?

- Nope.
- They're not even pink.

They're beige.

Who doesn't know
to make the stems green?

They look like body parts.

I'm having book club flashbacks.

Oh, my goodness, Pearl.
You look so pretty.

- Moody's inside, so go on in.
- Thanks, Elena.

- Mrs. Richardson.
- Mrs. Richardson is my mother-in-law.

Oh. Well, I just want
her to be respectful.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

Bill, will you let Mia help you, please?

What? No, no,
I'm good. I got it, I got it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Uh, hey, is anybody taking pictures?

- Of the kids?
- No, of the party.

- 'Cause I can.
- Oh, um...

No, I mean, I bought
these disposable cameras.

I thought you were working tonight.

I don't have to anymore.

Well, Linda would be thrilled.
I-I could pay you, of course.

- No, please.
- Are you sure?

Yes, I'm, I am sure.

Mom, I need your help.

Oh, my God, honey.

You look so beautiful.

Bill, doesn't she look beautiful?

- You look great, hon.
- Izzy, you're bleeding.

Oh.

I was shaving, and it caught...

- Do you mind?
- No, go ahead. Go in.

Okay, come on, honey.

Okay.

Okay.

So the shins and the
knees are always so hard.

You can't push too hard.

I used to push too hard.

All right. There we go.

All right, let me fix your cut there.

- There we go.
- Thanks, Mom.

You're welcome.

Perfect.

Except one thing.

Come here, honey.

Let's see.

Ah. This is, yes. Okay.

Okay. Mm.

Okay, let's see.

Now it's perfect.

- Oh, Mia, I'm so glad you found it.
- Hi.

- Yeah.
- You remember Linda from book club.

Of course. Who could forget book club?

Thank you so much for doing this.
That is so sweet.

- It is above and beyond.
- It's not a problem.

Wait, I'm sorry, did...

- Is Liz coming?
- Oh, no, she said she had a work thing.

Although it sounds like an excuse.
She's allergic to children.

She tries to persuade anyone who
will listen not to have them.

Maybe it's better off.
She doesn't know how empty her life is.

Ele-Elena told me your story.

It's a miracle, right?
I mean, you hope, you pray.

Then you give up hoping
and praying. And then...

you know, there's losses.
And then, you, uh...

I don't know. They say that, you know,

your children find you
and I think it's true.

And where is she now?

Upstairs napping, thankfully.

We were able to put her down
late so she makes it to cake.

- Oh, that's so smart.
- And I completely forgot to tell you.

- Debbie Jarvis is coming.
- But she didn't RSVP.

She did. She said she wasn't coming.

Oh, my God. Who does that?

- Debbie Jarvis, apparently.
- What a piece of work.

You really outdid yourself.

God, I mean, Tevas?
You're really fucking doing this?

He's really fucking doing this.
Oh, my God. What about the pictures?

Wait, wait, wait, babe.
We got to make an entrance.

All right, whatever.

Okay, are you really still
mad about the stupid essay?

It's not stupid.

Okay, you know I talked to Pearl, right?

She said it was no big deal.
That's a literal quote.

Why are you still making
a federal case about this?

Because you don't get it.

Well, I get that it's our
last Homecoming.

And we're king and queen.

And you look totally hot.

Like Tyson Beckford hot.

Mm.

Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?

♪ The truth is, I thought it mattered ♪

♪ I thought that music mattered ♪

♪ But does it? Bollocks ♪

♪ Not compared to our people matter ♪

♪ We'll be singing when we're winning ♪

♪ We'll be singing ♪

♪ I get knocked down ♪

♪ But I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down ♪

♪ But I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down ♪

♪ But I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

- It's like a movie.
- Yeah.

Hopefully we don't get
drenched in pig's blood.

- Want to dance?
- If there was actual music.

Not this shit.

♪ He sings the songs that
remind him of the good times ♪

♪ He sings the songs
that remind him... ♪

- Oh, hey, Pearl.
- Hi, Lexie.

- You look pretty.
- Thank you.

See? We're cool.

Yo, I thought
you said high school dances

were all hype, sweat, and handjobs.

- No.
- Oh, but then again,

you'd-you'd only know about
the hype and the sweat, huh?

Okay, dumbass, isn't there a Jen
somewhere you need to manhandle?

Wow.

What?

Nothing, you just,
you just look different.

Oh, my God, Cusano and Totts

just got busted, like,
doing it in the cage.

Her boob was, like, totally out.

Oh, my God, oh, my God,
I love this song. Come dance.

♪ Maybe there is nothing
that I could do ♪

♪ To make you do ♪

♪ Mama tells me I shouldn't bother ♪

Cheers, good to see you, too.

I, would you do Paula Jones?

- I mean, shit, you've seen her.
- Uh, I'm good. Slippery slope.

- Oh, hi, how are you?
- Oh, hi.

I love your dress.

Babe, babe, I'm gonna turn the game
on in the other room, all right?

- It's the playoffs.
- Okay.

And it's gonna go off
as soon as she wakes up.

- Hi.
- Yes, ma'am, hi.

Jeez.

That is the woman that's
in your house every day,

and Elena's okay with it?

It was Elena's idea.

You got to be kidding me.
I want your life.

Debbie.

- Elena.
- Hey, it's so good to see you.

I guess your RSVP got lost in the mail.

We missed you at book club
a couple of weeks ago.

Well, I decided to sit
it out given everything.

The subject matter seemed
a little close to home.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Well, it's not really
the place to get into it.

I think it's good the girls
are taking some space.

Are you aware your daughter's
been bullying my Isabelle?

- Okay, Elena.
- Spreading rumors about her

and calling her names.
Did you know that?

Whatever April's done or hasn't done,

it pales in comparison to your
daughter's disgusting actions.

I'm sorry.

What are you talking about?

Do you not know what your daughter did?

♪ I'll be your dream ♪

♪ I'll be your wish,
I'll be your fantasy ♪

♪ I'll be your home, I'll be your love ♪

♪ Be everything that you need ♪

♪ I love you more with every breath ♪

♪ Truly madly deeply do ♪

- Not so bad, right?
- Yeah.

You make it better.

You make everything better.

♪ A deeper meaning, yeah ♪

♪ I want to stand with
you on a mountain ♪

♪ I want to bathe with you in the sea ♪

♪ I want to lay like this forever ♪

♪ Until the sky falls down on me ♪

♪ And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky ♪

Oh, my God.

Izzy.

- Would you let go of me?
- What are you doing?

- Dancing.
- With Carl's hand on your ass?

Like you're not trying to touch Pearl's?

You know you don't need
to prove anything, right?

You don't get it, okay?

I get it.

You are someone that isn't
afraid of anyone or anything.

Not Mom, not fucking April.

Look, I know you!

And you don't give a shit
about what anybody thinks.

And I love that about you.

♪ I want to lay like this forever ♪

♪ Until the sky falls down on me ♪

December!

♪ I said, what's that
birthday month I say? ♪

December!

- ♪ Is it December? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Is it March? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Is it January? ♪
- Yeah!

- ♪ Is it April? ♪
- Yeah!

♪ Go Sheila, it's your birthday ♪

♪ Go, Freddie, it's your birthday ♪

♪ Go, Freddie, it's your birthday ♪

♪ Go, Annette, it's your birthday ♪

♪ Go, Annette, it's your birthday ♪

- See you around.
- Hey, uh...

- Bye.
- Rap. Our favorite.

Look, I know Shaker's not
the easiest place to fit in,

so if you ever need anything, hit me up.

Okay, thanks.

And um, with Lexie.

You know you don't have to be cool

with things if you're not, right?

Why wouldn't I be cool?

I mean, she took your counselor story

and wrote it as if
it happened to her, so.

Wait, you mean the one I inspired?

Wow. Is that what she told you?

All right, movers and shakers,
it's tiggity time

for the court to come to
the flizzor for their dance.

Where our king and queen at? Come on.

You-you get that's, like, bad, right?

Bri. Brian, we're supposed to
be out there like, right now.

I don't, I don't know what happened.

Wait, Lexie.

- Bill.
- Yep.

- I need to talk to you.
- Oh, it's a tie game, babe.

Debbie Jarvis just told me
something very upsetting.

She said that Isabelle
sexually accosted April

this, this summer at a party.

- Okay.
- No, it's not okay.

She's making up rumors
about our daughter

and saying them out loud.

Debbie Jarvis sells tacky
jewelry out of her car

and calls herself an entrepreneur.

So can we talk about this later?

No. You need to say something.

You're the expert at defending Isabelle.

You need to defend her.

You think it's true.

Hon...

I think whatever's happening
between April and Izzy,

it's complicated.

Well, of course it's complicated.
They're...

they're teenage girls.

Did she say something to you?

I'm her mother.
If she has told you something,

- I need to know what it is.
- I know.

- And this is not the place...
- Hey, Bill.

Yo.

Top of the 9th, two outs, bases loaded.

- Hey, is that my beer?
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Elena. Great party, thank you.

Everything.

I'm gonna...

let's talk about this later, okay?

Hey.

Hi there.

Hey, shh.

Okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I just need a second.
I just need a second.

I just need a second, okay? Shh.

I know it's you.

It's okay, shh, it's okay.

I'm just gonna move you over, okay?
Just for a second.

Just for a second.

Baby May Ling.

Hi, sweet girl.

Hi, May Ling.
I know where your mommy is.

I know where your mommy is. I do.

- Yeah.
- There you are.

Hey.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I'm-I'm so sorry. I-I...

Have you been up here the whole time?

Yeah, well, I wanted
to get some pictures of her

when she was sleeping.

But then she woke up and
she started to cry and...

but now, she's great.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

We should probably get her downstairs.

Oh, um, yeah, yeah.

You don't want to miss
your party, May Bell.

What'd you say?

Um, she-you don't...

she doesn't want to miss her party.

Mirabelle can't miss her party.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

Linda's gonna be so excited
to have these pictures.

Of course.

What mother wouldn't?

- You should have worn Tevas.
- What's up, dude?

- Hey, what's up, man?
- How are you?

- Hey, party at Dano's.
- Party at Dano's.

Yeah, of course, of course. Yo, guys.

Hey, there's a bonfire at
Dano's if you guys want to come.

He's got like, a Saturn full of
pony kegs and shit to burn so...

- We're good.
- Sure.

Yo, Trip, do you know how to get there?

Oh, yeah, man.

I thought we were gonna
watch Before Sunrise.

Yeah, yeah, no, we are.

If you want to go, go. Uh, it's fine.

Oh, no, I mean…
it was nice of Trip to ask,

and I thought that maybe
Lexie would be there, so…

You want to go because
Trip and Lexie are going?

Then you should.

You know what?
Um, let's just watch the movie, okay?

Why would you ruin Homecoming?

That's what you're worried about?

- Fucking Homecoming?
- God, Bri.

What fucking hardship was
I supposed to write about?

That I have to share a
bathroom with my sister?

That my mom won't let me
get my belly button pierced?

This is Yale. People write about
living under Saddam Hussein

or winning a gold medal in Atlanta,

and the best thing that I could
come up with was Pearl's math class,

and it's honestly not
even that fucking great!

Look...

a year from now, I'll be at
Yale and you'll be at Princeton.

And yeah, we'll be together and stuff,
but it won’t be the same.

And I just…

I wanted tonight to be special.

What are you doing?

Stop, you don't have to do this, okay?

- What about Brenda and Dylan?
- Fuck 'em, you're right.

Andrea's like, 30.
That show doesn't make any sense.

- She's not here.
- Did you check the bathroom?

I checked everywhere. I can't find her.

But I've got Mark's camcorder

and still a couple of these
little disposables you brought.

It just doesn't make any sense.
Where did she go?

- I'm so sure.
- You're sure?

Yes, because she has the red dot.

I'm going to call a lawyer
first thing tomorrow...

No, no, you drive me
to the house right now.

- No.
- Please? I can drive myself.

- Give me the key.
- No, no, no, no, hold on.

- We have to find the best way...
- There is no best way!

It's the only way.

I haven't seen my baby in a year.

I need to see her.

What if they had Pearl?

Thanks again.

Look.

I know I barely know you, but, uh...

you seem upset.

And if there's anything
I can do to help or...

just get your mind off shit...

Okay, we're recording.

Cake time, everyone!

Everyone come to the dining room.
We're gonna sing "Happy Birthday."

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Oh, shit.

Happy birthday, dear Mirabelle

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

That's my baby!

What are you doing? That's my baby!

You took my baby!

Get her out of here!

That's my baby!

Are you okay? Oh, my God.

May Ling, Mommy's here!

That's my baby!

You should go.

I'm 70 cents short.

Don't worry about it, hon.

What if she comes back?

What if it's true?

This is your baby, Linda.
No one's gonna take her from you.

- No one.
- Well, how did she even find us?

- I don't know.
- She just showed up here.

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

Where's Pearl?

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