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["Bad" by Cadeaux playing]

[McEnroe] Ever since Devi had stopped Aneesa from transferring schools,

Ben was, thankfully, back to talking to her again.

'Sup, David?

Not much.

Oh. [chuckles]

A bird got caught in our chimney this morning. That was wild!

[McEnroe chuckles] Well, he was talking to her,

whenever his mouth wasn't hoovering Aneesa's.

But Devi couldn't be mad that they were a couple now.

It had all been above board.

- [sighs] You honestly don't mind? - No, I'm good.

I love that you and Ben are together. I'm your biggest fan! I'm your stan.

[laughs] Thanks, Devi.

Now, let's just pray my parents never find out,

or I say goodbye to my first boyfriend and hello to being homeschooled

with my super religious cousin, Shahrukh.

Hey!

- What's up? - How are you?

[Aneesa] How are you?

[McEnroe] The old Devi would not have been able to handle this.

But this new Devi was trying a more mature approach.

Ugh!

[McEnroe] Well, sort of.

♪ Blow it up Ey, ey, blow it up ♪

♪ Blow it up Ey, ey, blow it up ♪

♪ Boom, blow it ♪

- [gasps] Ah! - Oh. Sorry.

Didn't mean to sneak up on you.

Damn, Fab, are you wearing a leather jacket?

Yep. Eve took me shopping.

Look at these zippers. Some don't even come with pockets!

- Mmm. - Hey! Since we're all here,

what do you think about sharing a limo to the Winter Dance?

- Big yes! - Love it.

Ooh, queen!

Gorgeous! Devi, what about you?

Um, you think you're gonna have a date?

Oh. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I've got a few prospects.

A couple of guys in the rotashe.

[McEnroe] She is lying. She has no one.

Who even cares about dates?

They're there to hold our purses and look cute. [chuckles]

- Oh. Is that all I am to you? - [laughs] Yeah.

- [Ben] Oh, really? - That's exactly what...

Um, I actually don't wanna ride in the limo,

'cause I spent my whole childhood in a magical one on television.

Oh, Malcolm, I'm really sorry...

The fact that you could even suggest that, makes me feel really unseen by my partner.

Like, where's your head at?

- Would you be open to a party bus? - Oh, no, yeah, sure. I love party buses!

[school bell rings]

Hey, El?

Yeah?

I don't love the way Malcolm just talked to you.

It reminded me of that health class video about controlling teen relationships.

The one from the '80s where the guy smashes the girl's boom box

and tells her she can't wear her favorite leg warmers?

Yeah, and she cries into her Trapper Keeper!

You don't know him like I do.

That's just the way we are with each other.

I promise, it's fine.

That's literally verbatim

what the girl said in the health class video.

'Sup, Sash?

Yeah. 'Sup, Sash?

Y'all, I have put together the dopest social schedule for you two.

After school today, you're having salads with the cool vegans,

followed by a kombucha with the less-cool vegans,

and then tomorrow, the volleyball fundraiser...

Actually, Sasha,

uh, Monday, Wednesday, Friday I have robotics practice after school.

Fab, robotics can wait. We already got rid of your dork clothes.

We need to get you and Eve out among the people.

No one's gonna vote for Cricket Queens they don't know.

So we need to campaign, henny!

I know it's asking a lot for you to skip robotics,

but think about how meaningful it'll be for the queer community here when we win.

Yeah, I know.

But I'm the robotics team captain. I can't just ditch my guys.

I'd assume they're probably pretty used to being ditched.

Hey!

Why don't we compromise?

How about, just for this week,

you skip Monday and Wednesdays practices?

But going forward, Sasha will schedule around robotics.

Sound good?

Yeah, okay. Yeah, that could work.

I sort of stand by the fact that the fewer robots she's with, the better.

But yeah, sure. Yeah, yeah. Deal.

[sighs]

[McEnroe] Oh shit!

In all her focus to repair things with Aneesa,

Devi had totally forgotten

that someone else was probably pissed at her too.

If you want good grades, then be a good student.

I can't hold your hand forever!

[McEnroe] Yeah. It seems like there might need to be

one more stop on her apology tour.

Hey! Paxton!

So, what was your memory of our last interaction?

You yelled at me like I was a stupid child.

I can see how you'd interpret it that way,

but listen, I had just been suspended,

and I was in a really emotionally volatile place.

Whatever, Devi. I don't really care about it.

Really? Sick!

If you wanna meet up later, we can talk about tutoring...

Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna need tutoring anymore actually.

I'm gonna take your advice, do it on my own.

I wouldn't want you to have to "hold my hand."

[Mr. Kulkarni] All right, homies.

Since we've come to the end of our unit on The Great Gatsby,

and because I can't read another paper about the symbolism of the green light,

here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna do a mock trial to test your knowledge.

A mock trial of what? We already know that George Wilson killed Gatsby.

Word? Guess what? We're not trying George Wilson, okay?

We are going to try and decide if our favorite trust-fund bae,

Daisy Buchanan, should also be tried for the murder of Jay Gatsby.

Ooh, what do y'all think? That's creative as hell, huh?

I've chosen your jobs for you.

You're gonna be the prosecution, defense, witnesses and so forth.

Ooh, Devi! Me, you, and Ben are the defense.

We all get to work together. Isn't that tight?

Bet!

[upbeat music playing]

Okay, looks like we're the prosecution,

so should I just do all the work and you guys say what I tell you to?

Awesome. Feel free to write me a lot of prop-work. It's my forte.

What? No! Look, I want to contribute. I actually read the book.

All right, cool. We'll work as a group.

But not me, right?

Yes! You too, weird actor kid with too many rings.

[Ben and Aneesa laughing]

- [Aneesa] Stop. - [Ben] What?

[both continue laughing]

Okay, let's get started.

- [Ben gulps] - It says here

that our group is the defense and Daisy, but doesn't say who should play Daisy.

I should be one of the lawyers.

Aside from being hyper masculine, my dad's a lawyer, so it's in my blood.

Uh-huh, and I should probably be the other lawyer.

I am on the school's mock trial team,

and I've been told I have a very disagreeable personality.

- So, Aneesa, you'll be our Daisy. - Oh, for real?

I kinda wanted to be a lawyer too.

I don't really identify with the Daisy character.

She's, like, super flighty and unstable, and throws away a good man for no reason.

Good point. Devi, you're Daisy.

Wait, what?

Oh, Benny, should we get matching suits?

- What? Yeah! [laughs] - Right?

[both laughing]

I'm gonna go get a soda.

[laughter continues]

You okay? Seems like torture out there.

That tickle fight went on forever!

Which one? There's been four.

- [laughter continues] - [Aneesa] Oh my God! Boy, you better stop!

[sighs]

I'm really trying to be mature, Kamala, but it's so hard.

Yeah, I think you're in need of some family assistance.

So I brought some of my dad's trial books. This is one of his faves.

Maybe we should watch a few episodes of How to Get Away with Murder.

Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt,

but Devi's grandmother wanted to join the fun.

She was almost alive in the 1920s.

Hello, Auntie.

Help me down, child. Don't touch my hip! Too brittle.

Don't mind me. I'm just here to listen.

[McEnroe] Kamala had saved the day,

momentarily granting Devi a recess from her own personal trial,

but Devi knew this relief was only temporary

and she would need to have a word with the judge.

Okay, I think we should start by listing the facts.

All right. Daisy drove the car that killed Myrtle.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, and here's my thought.

What if I leave the facts to you two,

and I'm in charge of playing to the court's emotions?

- I'll bite. How would you do that? - By being Gatsby's silent haunting ghost.

Is that so you don't have to do work?

Uh, it's a lot of work to act only with your eyes.

Okay, fine. Who cares? You're the ghost, dude.

Excellent.

I'm gonna go look in your bathroom mirror and try to scare myself.

[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates]

[phone vibrates]

Hey, is there any chance that these texts are platonic?

No.

Mr. Kulkarni, I have to change roles. I can't work with the defense team!

Damn it. Could you just come in and say, "Hello, Mr. Kulkarni"?

Or "Wow, your homemade pizza smells straight-up delish"?

I don't have time for small talk, Mr. K! This is an emergency,

and your pizza smells regular.

Okay, first of all,

don't knock my homemade pizza if you want a favor from me.

- Secondly, there's no switching roles. - But I can't work with Ben and Aneesa!

They're always all over each other,

and I don't know if you know this, but Ben and I have a past.

[whispering] A sordid past.

- Look, let me tell you a story. - [sighs]

[sighs]

My ex-girlfriend and I,

we broke up right after we signed up for this couples' cooking class,

and now I gotta see her every Wednesday.

- Why are you still going to the class? - Because I paid for 11 weeks upfront.

What, I'm gonna let her make delicious date-night foods on my dime?

- Was there a point you were working up to? - Okay, the point is,

I get to see her every week, and I get to be reminded

of all the things that annoy me about her.

Like her cackling laugh, or her overuse of the word "random,"

or the way she constantly brings up her semester abroad in London.

Oh, that's kinda cool.

It's not. It's basic.

The point is, distance makes the heart grow fonder,

and proximity makes the heart want to barf,

so you get back to that group

and you let that boy annoy the hell out of you.

Huh?

- Hmm. - Okay.

Also, tell your cousin I said hi.

That pizza making you a little thirsty, Mr. K?

Hey. So last night I was looking at Malcolm's phone,

and there was a bunch of sus texts popping up.

Ew! Who the F is Isabella?

The home-wrecker he's cheating on El with!

[scoffs]So he plays her to her face and behind her back.

This dude is trash!

Yeah, I know! How are we gonna tell her?

You know, a lot of people see law as stuffy and boring,

but I like to think the Constitution as a living, breathing document.

[McEnroe] Devi had forgotten how tedious Ben could be.

You know I actually went to the premiere of Baz Luhrmann's The Great Gatsby?

Yeah, it's the one with Leo in it.

My dad and Baz play squash together sometimes.

- [Aneesa] What? That's so cool! - [Ben laughing] Yeah. I know.

[laughing]

Mmm.

Nothing but plastic. Let's go!

Ow!

[groovy music playing]

All right! Uh, I think we're done here.

Wow, it seems like we made a lot of progress today.

- What do you think, Devi? - Oh, definitely.

A lot of progress.

Devi was feeling a little lighter.

By just shifting her mindset, she had turned Ben from a dreamboat

back into the annoying dork he had always been.

[Nirmala] Devi, what are you smiling about?

Your mother just told us that she was abandoning us!

- Huh? - I am just not having dinner with you.

I'm gonna go see Frost/Nixon at the Taper Forum.

Ooh! Can I come with?

- I love plays that are two-handers. - What? No!

Sorry, did not mean to snap at you.

It's just that this outing is just for people from my office,

like me, and Tracey... [chuckles]

You could have warned me before I bought four portions of cauliflower.

I didn't know that we were so wasteful in this family.

Perhaps, I should just start flushing money down the toilet.

Aiyyo! Cari. I will eat before I go. I will eat before I go.

Thank you.

So, Devi, tell us about your day.

Huh? My day was pretty deese.

Mr. Kulkarni actually taught me a valuable lesson.

Only one valuable lesson? American public schools.

Also, he said to say hi to you, Kamala.

- He did? - [Devi] Hmm.

Oh.

- Tell him I said hi back. - Mmm.

[McEnroe] Is Kamala blushing? Whoa!

If Mr. K had said hi to me, I would not have blushed.

♪ We are nothing more Than strangers, after all... ♪

Wow, this is a real vibe.

Is this an intervention?

I don't sniff Sharpies anymore. That was just one tough week.

No! We're just celebrating your spirit.

Some chamomile and charged crystal?

Okay.

And maybe we're here to also tell you that Malcolm might be cheating on you.

- [spraying] - What?

I'm sorry, El.

I saw some pretty suspicious texts on his phone.

Well, maybe it was a misunderstanding. Malcolm's a very passionate texter.

He added eggplants on his text votes for American Idol.

What he texted isn't the problem.

[gasps] That cretin!

Who's this harlot Isabella?

I don't know, but she's no Eleanor Wong!

Malcolm sucks, and you deserve someone better.

You deserve Daniel Day-Lewis

making his wife live with him in character as Abraham Lincoln.

My ideal.

We got you. Forget about Malcolm. I'll be your date to the dance.

Now tell me, which essential oil do you need?

[moaning] Sandalwood, please.

- [knocking on door] - It's open.

Oh. Hey! Where's Aneesa?

Oh, she has a soccer game in Pasadena, so just you and me today, David.

Oh, okay, cool.

I mean, there's really not much left to do,

and I already picked out my fit for Daisy.

It was inspired by what Lindsay Lohan wore to her DUI trial.

Nice! Yeah, no, I think we're in good shape.

[soft music playing]

Hey, I hope things haven't been too weird for you working with me and Aneesa.

Oh.

Nah, it's chill.

I think you and Aneesa make a really good couple.

She's super cool, and you're...

someone who deserves someone super cool.

Thanks.

Yeah, no, I... I really like her.

And honestly, anyone's better than Shira.

[laughs]

Or me, for that matter.

I was a real bad girlfriend.

I'm sorry about that.

You'll do better next time. Just...

maybe stick to one guy.

Huh, I'll try. But you know me, I'm just so insatiable.

[laughs]

Order in the court!

We are presiding over the case of the People versus Daisy Buchanan,

in the case of the murder of one Mr. Jay Gatsby.

Let the prosecution begin with their opening statements.

[jazz music playing]

[clears throat]

Your Honor, Daisy Buchanan is the reason we are here today,

and the reason why Mr. Gatsby is not.

Well, at least not in his corporeal form.

[clears throat]

Anyway, if Daisy had not run over Myrtle Wilson

and allowed Mr. Gatsby to take the blame for it,

then George Wilson would not have thought Mr. Gatsby was his wife's lover,

and therefore, would not have killed him.

Thank you.

- [chuckles] - [Mr. Kulkarni] Thank you, prosecution.

Defense, your opening remarks?

[music ends]

"Her voice is full of money."

That's how Jay Gatsby described Daisy.

Now, the prosecution has given a rather simple assessment of the case.

No offense.

For it's not Daisy's fault that Gatsby is dead.

No, no, the fault lies in the rampant classism and materialism of the 1920s,

and the society in which Daisy existed gave her no choice but to reject Gatsby,

which ultimately led to his demise.

Thus, the defendant is incontestably...

innocent.

Mic drop.

[Mr. Kulkarni] Mmm, okay. [chuckles]

Prosecution, you may call your first witness.

We call Nick Carraway, the narrator of the book.

So, uh, Nick, tell us why you think Daisy's guilty?

Because she like blew my boy off,

even though Gatsby threw, like, sick parties for her,

and had a dope mansion and shit. [laughs]

But even you acknowledge the societal ills that led to Gatsby's death.

That's why you move back to the Midwest at the end.

I do?

That sucks. I only watched the first half of the movie.

Trent, I'm right here! You should not be admitting to that.

[jazz music playing]

Defense, it's time for your witnesses.

We call the defendant, Daisy Buchanan.

May it please the court,

I am but a victim of my circumstances.

As a woman of this era, all I have is my ability to marry well.

You may remember that women only just got the right to vote in 1920.

Well said, Miss Buchanan.

How about we move on to some closing arguments?

Defense, you may start.

So, in conclusion,

uh, Daisy Buchanan is innocent of these charges because...

Um...

Sorry. [chuckles]

I don't know where I put it.

Okay, well, I can't find it, but, uh, basically, society and stuff.

Just like my colleague said.

So because of that, uh,

she had, has,

to be not guilty.

Thank you. [chuckles]

[exhales]

"Society and stuff," huh?

Look, all I'm hearing from that side is excuse after excuse.

It's time for this woman to take responsibility for her actions!

Daisy Buchanan may not have fired the gun,

but she is certainly guilty for killing Jay Gatsby,

because when she chose Tom over him, she stopped his heart.

Therefore, he was dead long before the bullet ever entered his body.

The prosecution rests.

- [students cheering] - Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

Damn! Excellent work, Miss Torres.

It wouldn't hold weight in a court of law,

but it certainly holds some weight in the court of literature.

The court sides... Boom! With the prosecution!

Daisy Buchanan, you are guilty of the murder of Jay Gatsby.

[gavel bangs]

Wait, I lost?

- I lost in an academic competition? - Yeah, you did.

Yes, we won!

[laughs]

What happened to your note cards? [scoffs]

Oh, that... I don't know.

I threw them in my backpack, and I guess they got mixed up.

Sorry about that.

Uh, you're not mad, are you?

Uh, no. No! No, of course not.

- [chuckles] - Okay.

[funky music plays]

Dude, I'm not even bummed that I lost because your closing argument was sick!

"He was dead before the bullet ever entered his body."

Thank you.

[Eleanor] Hey! You two!

So guess what?

Those texts of Malcolm's, they were from his agent about a role.

She's 73,

and she's an out-and-proud asexual, so it's far from romantic.

Yeah, right!

She called him "babe" and said that he "looked cute" when he's filthy.

Uh, that's because I just got cast as the voice of Babe

in Babe 3: Space Pig.

Oh shit.

- Sorry. - [Malcolm] Mmm.

We were just trying to be good friends.

Is that what you're telling yourselves?

All I see are immature children who can't be happy for their friend.

Time to get you some new gal pals, Eleanor.

[scoffs]

El, he may not be cheating,

but he's still a toxic, condescending douchebag!

Whoa!

The only toxic people I see are you two.

Stop trying to break us up.

I'm choosing to be with Malcolm!

"How you like them apples?" Matt Damon, Good Will Hunting.

And like, I should be taking relationship advice from you anyway?

Fabiola, you've turned into an Eve clone.

And, Devi, in what world do you know anything about relationships?

You've never even been in a real one,

and your two-timing situation doesn't count.

Eleanor...

Just because your personal life is a toilet fire

doesn't mean you have to take a flaming dump all over mine.

[somber music playing]

[McEnroe] Over the past week,

Devi had done her best to be a selfless, emotionally mature friend to all,

and what had it gotten her?

Here she was, crying on the street like a maniac.

[sobbing]

[sighs]

[sniffling]

[Paxton] Hey.

You need a ride?

[sniffling] I'm fine.

You don't look fine. You look...

puffy.

Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

Fab, Fab, Fab, Fab. There you are.

I'll be right in, guys.

- No, you won't. - What?

Shira's throwing a last-minute hot tub party,

and we scored an invite. Eve's in the car. Come on!

I already missed two practices

and we agreed you were gonna try and schedule around that.

I can't predict when Shira's gonna whip out her frozé machine

and invite the popular kids to get in their bikinis, okay?

All I know is that this is the event we need to go to,

so let's go slurp up some frozen wine and make you into a Cricket Queen.

Come on!

So, why were you crying?

[scoffs]

I got into a really bad fight with Eleanor.

Seems like you're in a fight with lots of people.

Paxton, I'm so sorry I yelled at you.

Yeah, you were really rude,

but I have been trying to take your advice.

I saw, and look, your team won today.

Not because of me.

[sighs] I... I just don't get it.

You know, I worked as hard as I could,

and still got thrashed by the kid you cheated on me with.

I mean, maybe I am dumb.

You're not dumb.

Yeah, but I'm not smart.

Can I give you some non-yelling advice?

I don't think you worked as hard as you could.

I think you did the assignment,

but if you really wanted to wow your teachers,

you have to go above and beyond.

What's the hardest you ever pushed yourself in swimming?

Uh... I guess there was that one time I accidentally swam to San Diego.

What? From Los Angeles?

Yeah.

Wow! Well, okay.

Swim to San Diego in school.

Okay. Yeah, I'll give that a try.

Oh, do you mind just pulling up by that fire hydrant over there?

You can't see it from my house,

and I don't want my mom to flip out that I rode with you.

Yeah, I'd be down not to interact with your mom ever again.

But anyway, I promise, I'm a changed woman.

From now on, I'm as chill as a Slurpee, bro.

I'll believe that when I see it.

- Hmm. - [chuckles]

Whoa, is that a Maybach? Sick!

Wait, I recognize that car.

And is that your mom in there? With a guy?

[McEnroe] Yep, that's the face of a girl

who is realizing her mom is on a date. Yikes!

♪ Blow it up Ey, ey, blow it up ♪

♪ Blow it up Ey, ey, blow it up ♪

♪ Pull it to the spot, make it hot ♪

♪ Blow it up Ooh, ooh, blow it up ♪

♪ Blow it up Yeah, yeah, blow it up ♪

♪ Blow it up Whoa, whoa, blow it up ♪

♪ Pull it to the spot Ey, make it hot ♪

♪ Drop the bomb Boom, boom, blow it up ♪

♪ Boom, boom ♪

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♪ Ey, boom, boom ♪

♪ Boom, drop the bomb Blow it up ♪

♪ Ey, boom, boom ♪

♪ Boom, blow it ♪

- ♪ Boom, boom ♪ - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Boom, drop the bomb Blow it ♪

♪ Blow it up Ey, ey, blow it up ♪

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♪ Boom, boom ♪

♪ Boom, blow it ♪

♪ Boom, boom ♪

♪ Boom, drop the bomb Blow it up, ey ♪