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Hey. Uh, ready to go?

Ye-- Almost.

Um... have you seen my hairbrush?

Uh, I thought it was important
to get rid of anything that might,

you know, trigger you.

Like a hairbrush?

Well,
we didn't know what was stolen.

But we...
tried to look out for anything...

personal or important.

You left some random old clothes
and my mom's ashes.

Considering the circumstances...

privacy is a privilege
that I can no longer afford you.

Your stealing was out of control,

and you ran away from home

with a grown woman.

She's not much older than me.
We'd be in college at the same time.

Oh, really? And, um...
and where does she go to college?

It's over, okay?

Well, good, because there will be
no more dating for... forever, maybe?

I said I'm sorry.

Um, I came back home.

Like, what more do you want from me?

I want you to stop acting out.

So, from now on,
there's no more unstructured free time.

You are either at home,
at school, or at SA.

And those aren't to hang out
and socialize.

You need to get a sponsor.
Ninety meetings in 90 days.

But one day at a time, of course.

Wow, well, I'm glad everyone's brushing up
on their 12-step lingo,

but I'm gonna be late for school.

One more thing.

Find an after-school activity,

something positive you can focus on.

Remember, it works if you work it.

Okay.

Shit, not me.

I was just starting
to enjoy vacation.

It's called suspension, Moe.

Not if you do it right.

Let's go.

Wait, the three of us walking in together?

It's kinda like our coming-out party.

Everybody ready?

In terms of coming out,
this should be fine for me.

Only one way to find out.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

I hope there are no hard feelings
on the Korea thing.

Wasn't your fault,

but okay.

I mean, technically,
my GPA was higher to begin with,

so, in a way, I guess it works out
that they gave me your spot.

Chase, as hard as this'll be
to understand

and as brutal as it'll be to hear,

you were still their second choice.

Seventy-two percent?

Yeah. Yeah, it's been tough.

You know, I've just been going through
a lot of personal issues.

And per my psychiatrist,

I have special permission

to retake any exams
from the past three weeks.

Uh, my father cleared that
with administration.

Just so I'm following,

you put your own car in a lake,

and now I'm supposed to give you
special treatment in my class?

Well, the doctor feels
that I've been under emotional duress

and doesn't want it to negatively impact
my school performance.

Fine. We'll find a time for you
to do makeup, then. Is that all?

No, yeah, that... that... that's it.

Thank you so much for understanding,
Miss Shaw.

I really appreciate it.

Have a good day.

Hi. Yes,

I too am an emotionally troubled teen.

Will you also be giving me a do-over?

Perhaps a...

a take-backsie?

That might be funny if I wasn't so puzzled
with your work lately.

It's usually nothing
but effortless As from you,

and now this?

What happened?

- I was suspended.
- Which means you had all day to study.

But I also had to binge, like,
eight episodes of Shark Tank.

Is this maybe
about you losing out on Korea?

Maybe.

Or maybe it was just one dumb assignment

I didn't feel like doing.

Feels like a real Occam's razor situation.

Look, I can't change your grade,

but I can offer you a chance
to earn some extra credit.

Sounds... not fun.

Well, if you'd be willing
to rethink joining the robotics team...

I'm not trying to spend my time

WeWorking it with Chase Rao
and a bunch of wannabe code bros.

Look, district competition's coming up,
and I need a person to field a full team.

You're one of the best brains I've got,

so if you're willing
to do me this personal favor...

I can get you that extra credit.

Chase Rao sucks.

And for that reason, I'm out.

Good luck with the robots, though.

Tabitha Foster, post-popular.

And at our lunch table, no less.

Gentrification is real.

Marquise.

Nice to finally meet one of the only other
Black kids at Lakeshore.

Hi.

I... I'm sorry. Should I go or...

Never leave. We are here for all of this.

So, apparently,
I'm, like, the school pariah now.

"Pariah"?

More like Mariah.

You're the mysterious new girl

who ran away
with the indie rock chanteuse.

You're iconic.

Okay, nice.

Do you ever just look out at our school
and think, "God, this is so dumb.

Who's this even for,
and what am I doing here?"

No.

Hey, Noah.

Hey, c'mon, bro. Take a seat.

Bring your lady friend.

- Come on, it's a safe space.
- Nah.

No, we're good.

Speaking of which,

my dad's, like, forcing me to join
an after-school activity now.

Well, the robotics kids are looking
for someone

if you're into drool.

Pass.

Did you know that our school
has a compost club?

Which, as far as I can tell,

is just kids digging through
the cafeteria trash after lunch.

Um, Tabitha, I... I have to ask,

Brady Finch sinking his own Beemer...?

Care to comment?

Um...

We broke up.

I don't know what Brady does
or why.

Um, I think that I might be able
to shed some light on that.

So, I was just in class with Brady,

and he was telling Miss Shaw
that he's under, like, emotional turmoil

and needs to "retake" all of his tests.

- Savage.
- Wait,

- he's using the car to get better grades?
- Yeah, and succeeding.

Fucking Stanford.

Mystery solved, I guess.

I mean, I know Brady seems like the type
to, like, try to play the sympathy card,

but I can't believe he's actually
getting away with it, like...

- Hm.
- Yeah, like some kind of victim.

- I know.
- It's complete bullshit.

He's not the victim.
You are the victim here.

Noah.

- Well, cool... cool.
- I'm sorry.

Tab!

Tabitha, wait!

I'm sorry.

Moe, what the hell?
You swore you wouldn't tell anyone.

I only told Noah because I had to explain
why I hate Brady.

He... He swore he wouldn't say anything.

Like it's not already hard enough
having to see Brady every single day.

Why are you so afraid to tell the truth
about what he did to you?

Brady is the dick. Everyone will get that.

But that's not the point.

If everybody finds out,
then I'm just gonna be another victim.

And, look, I'm sorry,
but that's not the look that I want

- for the rest of high school.
- Look, I get that,

but no one will think you're a victim.

Noah just said that!

Moe, this secret isn't yours to tell.

I'm the one who gets to decide
how I wanna live with this. Not you.

Yeah, but I don't get it.

Dude, what are you doing?

- Sorry?
- No, don't play dumb.

Okay. You might fool everyone else
with this "poor me" bullshit,

but I know better.

Why did you say you sunk the car?

What are you doing?

What, me? No, I'm just trying to do
what's best for Tabitha.

You might not get it,
but... I'm actually a nice guy.

I've seen enough bruises
to know that's not true.

Look,

I know you think
you're Tabitha's... bestie,

but I spent the whole summer
listening to her

tell me what a bitch you are.

You're just a piece of trash
from her past,

making her feel nostalgic.

But let's face it,

you're a fuckup.

And once she realizes that,
she'll be comin' right back to me.

Okay? Because we actually belong together.

So, if I were you...

I'd remember that.

What? Are you gonna go hit me again?
Yeah, go for it.

Come on, get expelled. Ruin your life.

That's what I thought.

Oh, hey.

See you in calc tomorrow.

Now that we're going to edit

our "day in the life" series,

feel free to take
your action-shot essays home

and to do with them what you can.

He's so hot.

You starting to have some regrets?

Not about him.

So, you're, like, "over" over?

Yeah, like, "over, over" over.

Good to know.

So, uh, how was school?

It was pretty good.
Quinn brought in his frog.

Oh! Well, that's great, bud.

El, how 'bout you?

Ribbit.

So, uh, were you able to figure out
an after-school activity?

- I'm trying. Just everything sucks.
- Well...

it doesn't have to be a punishment.

Except it is, literally, a punishment.

Maybe just try and make it fun.

I took a step aerobics elective
when I was in school.

See, there you go.
And I did rollerblading.

It... It can be pretty cool
if there are clubs like that.

I think there might be...

...in 1994.

Hey, I'm sorry, but, uh...

you did this
and you need to accept the consequences.

No one is asking you
to make a lifelong career choice here.

Just pick something

you can do after school
that isn't stealing

or... running away from home.

You're really good at music.

Why don't you do band?

What is this?

Recipe development.
Remember those munchies I made?

I'm sorry to say I do not.

- I had a lot to drink.
- Well, I figured it out.

You know those Girl Scouts

who set up in front of weed stores
and made bank?

I'm thinkin' food truck.
Late-night eats, but,

like, elevated.

Park outside of bars and dispensaries,
where everyone is hella hungry.

Stack paper.

What?

I'mma be so rich.

Where do I invest?

- It's pretty good.
- Told ya.

Those are gooey popcorn balls
with toasted fennel.

Where's your BFF, Tabitha?

I dunno. Home.

- Why?
- Just... meant to say that's wild

- y'all are homies again.
- Yeah.

- Surprised me too.
- That's cool, though.

Yeah, it's been good.

Though it is... weird, like,

hanging out
with the goddess of Lake Oswego,

and I'm still, like...

you know...

me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, you know.

Like, a Truax.

You know what I mean. You get it.

Nah, speak for yourself.

I'm as good as any of those fools.

Yeah, it just kinda feels like...

we're destined to be fuckups.

Like our family crest

should be a trash can.

Nah, man.

Truaxes are survivors.

You knock me down,
I'm right back in your face.

We hustle.

Wait till I finally get
the Cannabus rolling.

That's what I'm calling the truck.

Like, I keep coming to these...

...meetings.

I keep...

standing up here and talking.

But what... what does it change?

What do I have to do to change?

Mm-hmm.

What if I never get better?

What if...

What if I opened a bad door,

and I... I can never close it?

You're a good one.

Thanks.

As far as having a mental breakdown
in front of a room full of strangers goes,

that felt... good.

Hey, um...

I just want you to know
I'm... I'm really sorry about earlier.

I... shouldn't have said shit to Noah.

So that's on me,

and I'm a mess, I... I get it,

and you don't need that
in your life right now, so--

I'm sorry I flipped out on you like that.

It's just...

Brady, you know?

Uh, well, what I should've said,

as far as Brady goes is: "Fuck that guy."

You don't need to explain anything
to anyone.

Just...

do what feels right for you.

Such beautiful energy.

So honest.

If you ever need a sponsor
or even just someone to talk to,

gimme a call.

Thanks.

Yeah, I might do that... sometime.

Have you heard from Luca?

He missed his coffee commitment,

- which is pretty unusual for him.
- Um...

probably just at work,

- you know?
- Right.

Yo, I still think he's pissed
about us showing up wasted to Paper Tiger.

I mean, he's not texting me back.

And I'm just checking my phone
every five minutes.

Let me see.

He responded to a flirty joke with "ha"?

And a period?

Okay, no,
that is like emotional terrorism.

For real?

Dude, Tabitha was really pissed at me.

I know. I'm sorry, okay?

I'm just not as good as you
at keeping secrets.

Uh, it's easy. Just don't be an idiot
with a huge mouth.

I'm just litera-- I'm sick of Brady.

It's fucked up he did what he did.
No one is saying anything.

So, it's for her to decide
what she wants to say,

if and when she wants to say it.

You still wanna hang out after school?

I think I'm gonna do
this extra-credit thing

for Miss Shaw's class.

Don't you already have, like,
all the credit already?

Kinda blew a big assignment
when I was suspended.

So, I brought you your homework
for nothing?

Sorta.

Yeah, I know.

But, you know, like...

I think I've let this Brady shit
mess me up enough.

rather hang out with you after school.

- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

And me and my big ol' mouth?

Yeah. It's... all in how you use it.

Yeah?

- Did I use it right?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Cool ukulele. Very adorkable.

It's for band.
I'm apparently joining band now.

Luca is straight-up MIA.

He hasn't responded to, like,
nine texts in a row.

I mean, he's a nice guy,
but he's still a guy.

You know, I think I'm gonna ditch
and see what's up.

You wanna come with?

I have band tryouts.

I would,
but I gotta see a woman about a robot.

So, I guess the role of me
will be played by you,

and we are just dorks now.

I mean, technically,
I've always been a dork.

Yo. Uh, does that offer
for extra credit still stand?

Oh, have we finished Shark Tank?

Oh, uh...

Chase can get you up to speed.

What up, Robot Squad?

We buildin' R2-D2 or what?

He's actually a droid, not a robot.

Oh, R2-D2's a he now?

Of course a dude would assume that.

Uh, technically,
R2 is played by Kenny Baker,

who is a man. So...

...sorry.

Hey! Is Luca around?

Actually, I heard he quit.

Wait. Why?

Leave all this behind?
Who could know?

Try his apartment.

Hey, uh...

I think ukulele
goes in the string section,

over there.

Oh...

...right.

Sorry.

Oh, shit!

So sorry.

No need to apologize to her.

She's been through much worse.

Uh...

Hey, I'm Jillian. I play clarinet.

Hi, uh...

ukel... El-Elodie.

This is Elodie.
She's, uh... She's awesome.

Yeah, I'm, um--

The girl who ran off
on some kind of rock tour, I heard.

Uh, welcome to the band.

Well, different...
different kind of band, but...

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

All right, I see you.

Walking in here like Mick Jagger
with a ukulele.

Go back to your own section.

What?

I play piano.

Piano's technically a string.
This is my section.

You sure you don't wanna play clarinet?

Whoa.

You've reached a number
that is no longer in service.