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[Kyra] Dad, there's something I have to tell you.

I want to move in with you and Barbra Jean.

What?

I said, I want to move in with you and Barbra Jean.

And you tell me this now, with your mother in the house?

She's upstairs.

That doesn't make any difference. These floors are paper-thin.

Look, I know you don't want to upset Mom.

Hey, if your mom's mad at me, I'll deal with that.

The issue here is whether or not you've thought this thing through.

No, I haven't. It just occurred to me a few minutes ago.

"Dad and Barbra Jean's walls are a different color than Mom's."

"I should live here."

- Kyra, I'm serious. - So am I.

Face it, at Mom's, it's Elizabeth first, then Jake, Van, and Cheyenne.

I'm always last. When Jake got a turtle, I moved down one spot.

Sweetheart...

nothing would make me happier than to have you living here with me.

But, listen,

you have to be absolutely sure this is what you want before we tell your mother.

I'm sure. I mean, I'm pretty sure.

That's not good enough, honey.

I don't wanna put her through that unless we absolutely have to.

And you can't tell anyone that we had this conversation. Nobody can know. Okay?

And the neighbor on the other side,

the one that just got out of rehab,

she seems a little nosy.

Yeah, she'll be drinkin' again.

Hey, hey, hey, guys. Back from the tour so soon?

Okay, what's going on?

Nothing.

Don't believe him, Reba.

He's got his lyin' face on.

- [spluttering] I'm not-- - You know, Mom,

can we go to the store before my party tonight?

- I wanna get some nail polish. - Sure, honey.

- Bye, Reba. - Bye, Barbra Jean.

- Bye, Reba. - I'll be watchin' you.

Geez, Barbra Jean,

when I put on my lying face,

don't point out that I've put on my lying face!

So you were lying!

Yes. Yes!

Because Kyra and I were discussing

whether she wants to move in here with us.

- [squealing] Oh! - I know!

Kyra wants to move in with us? Oh, this is so excitin'!

I wonder which place mat she's gonna want,

the solar system or the alphabet.

Wait a minute, Brock.

Should we be happy? This is a bad thing for Reba.

Look, Barbra Jean, I don't want Reba to be hurt,

but yeah, yeah, I'm happy.

I mean, when I left, I was so worried that Kyra really resented me for it.

But obviously she doesn't.

Oh, Brock...

you are one deep pool.

- Who should I tell first? - No! No, you can't tell anyone.

But you know I can't keep secrets!

That's why I was such a bad mistress!

Barbra Jean, promise me that you won't tell anyone.

I promise.

Is that your lying face?

- No. - Oh, man!

[theme song playing]

[Reba] Ha, hey!

♪ My roots are planted in the past ♪

♪ Though my life is changing fast ♪

♪ Who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ A single mom who works too hard ♪

♪ Who loves her kids and never stops ♪

♪ With gentle hands And the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪

[crowd on TV]

- Mmm! - Hey.

Hey, sexy.

Mmm?

What are you doin'?

Stop it!

Come on! Cut it out!

No, seriously, seriously, seriously, stop.

Hi, sweetie. [chuckles]

Daddy had something on his neck.

Mommy bit it off.

Van, I don't think you need to make excuses to a baby.

Yeah, but she's getting bigger, Cheyenne.

Well, that's our fault. We keep on feeding her.

What I mean is, you know,

I think she's starting to figure out what we're doing. [kissing]

I remember when it happened to me as a kid.

I walked in my parents' room and--

[gagging]

All I'm saying is we should move her out of our room.

Where would you suggest we put her?

Hey, how about when we want to--

You know. [whistles] Huh?

We can tell your mom and put Elizabeth in with her.

Oh.

- Oh. - Mm-hmm.

Psst! Hey, guys.

Is Reba around?

Uh... yeah, she's around here somewhere. Want me to go get her?

No, no, no, no! I don't want her to see me.

I think I left Henry's favorite blankie here.

Could you get it for me?

Yeah.

What's bothering you, Barbra Jean?

I am carrying a very delicate secret,

and I'm afraid if I see Reba I'm just gonna blurt it out.

- Hey, Barbra Jean. - Oh!

You orderin' burgers?

[muffled chuckle]

Why are you hanging in my window?

[laughing]

- You all right? - [grunting]

I don't know what's going on around here,

but I sure am liking the new Barbra Jean.

Come on, little girl. Come on, darlin'.

You don't have to just hang in my window like that.

Just get completely off the property.

Okay, I've got to know this secret.

Oh, I can't tell you. I promised. I won't tell.

- I won't tell. - Tell what?

Kyra's thinking about moving in with us.

- What? - [gasps]

- And you can't tell anyone. Promise? - We promise.

Good. Thank you.

And by the way, your dad dyes his hair.

God!

Your dad dyes his hair?

Van, I cannot believe Kyra.

Doesn't she know what that would do to Mom?

- She is so selfish. - You're right. She's totally selfish.

Imagine how sad your mom's gonna be walking by that door

and peeking in that empty room.

Oh, wait a minute! I just got a brilliant idea!

You mean we could move Elizabeth in there?

I was gonna nail the door shut, but that is better!

Yeah!

Okay, have fun. I want you back in this door at 10:30.

Why do I have to have a curfew? Why can't I use my own judgment?

[chuckles] Well, let's see. I'm torn between two classics.

"Because I said so," or "My house, my rules." You pick.

Oh, so I only have to be an adult when you want me to.

Kyra, you're 14 years old.

If I let you run wild, I'd be a bad parent. Okay?

- No. - [scoffs]

Then we go with "My house, my rules."

And what if I don't accept living under these conditions?

You don't have a choice! 10:30, Kyra!

10:30! I'm not kiddin'!

P.m.!

I really don't think this is the best time to come down

too hard on her, Mrs. H.

Thanks for the parenting tip, Van.

Here's one for you. Don't have a baby at 17.

I'm serious.

Ah, this oughta be fun. And why shouldn't I?

Because Kyra--

I would like to consult Cheyenne on this for a minute, please.

We have to tell her. It's the right thing to do.

If we do the right thing, Elizabeth won't have her room.

If we do the wrong thing--

Well, I don't know what'll happen if we do the wrong thing,

but it can't be good because that's why they call it the wrong thing.

We promised Barbra Jean.

But if we don't tell your mom,

she'll eventually find out we knew and didn't tell her.

I don't wanna live in that world, Cheyenne.

- The boy makes sense. - See?

Even she thinks-- [shrieks]

Okay, I wanna know what's going on right now.

Okay...

Mom.

Okay. Mom, don't overreact.

[exhales] But Kyra is, um--

She's thinking about moving in with Dad and Barbra Jean.

What? Yeah.

Hey, but don't worry.

You won't be bummed out by looking in an empty room.

- We're gonna put the baby in there. - Van!

What? It made us feel better.

Hmm.

I know it's a little high, but that's where I drilled the hole.

I wasn't looking at that.

I was looking at you.

You look so... manly.

Really?

'Cause I wasn't tryin' to, you know.

I guess I always think of you as a doctor, you know.

All brainy and stuff.

But here you are,

fixin' up your home for your woman and child.

It stirs me.

But I'm all stinky.

Stinky?

Or love musky?

How could you!

[gasps] We're married now!

You knew that!

I'm talking about Kyra wanting to move in with you.

- What? Kyra told you? - No. Van and Cheyenne did.

V-- How did they fi-- Did you tell them?

- No. - Oh!

That's why you bought a four-bedroom house, so Kyra could move in!

No! We needed a room for Henry.

And I'm thinking of turning the spare bedroom into a library.

That'll be one lonely book.

And that'd leave another bedroom for Kyra, by the way.

Yes. Okay?

If Kyra wants to move in here with us, I'm happy to have her.

- Happy to steal her. - Steal her?

You don't own her, Reba. She's our daughter.

- Don't you yell at me. - Well, you're yelling at me!

I'm a nice person! I'm allowed!

Both of you, stop yelling!

It makes my tummy hurt.

Look, Reba, it doesn't matter what we think.

- It's Kyra's choice. - I don't want her to have a choice!

I want you to tell her she can't move in with you!

Reba, look, you said it yourself.

At your house, Kyra always gets the short end of the stick.

Her problems are always less important than everyone else's.

Well, I'm sorry!

Elizabeth and Jake can't take care of themselves.

Van and Cheyenne... Well, you've met 'em.

Kyra is the only other adult in the house.

Yeah. And maybe over here she'll get to be a kid again.

I've forgiven you for a lot of things, Brock,

but if you take my daughter away from me,

that's something I could never forgive.

Reba...

[sighs] Oh, God.

[Italian accent] Mamma mia, that's-a one-a spicy redhead.

Hey, Mrs. H. What are you doing up here?

Looking for my BB gun.

Did you know I can see Barbra Jean's house from here?

- What are you two doing? - Oh, nothing big.

Just seeing if Jake here likes his new room.

Mom, I don't wanna move up here.

You're not going to, Jake.

Good, 'cause I don't like that thing behind Van.

What?

What you got there, Mrs. H?

Ah, Kyra's baby stuff.

Oh, yeah? Was that her favorite doll?

No, it was Cheyenne's favorite doll.

Kyra stole it. Poor thing never had a chance.

Oh, my gosh!

Kyra's baby shoes.

Oh, man. I remember the day I first put these on her.

That's when everything went wrong.

[laughs] What do you mean?

Well, Kyra was over a year old,

and she just flat-out refused to walk.

So one day I put these shoes on her, and zoom!

She just took off.

Ever since then,

she's never stopped trying to get away from me.

Only this time,

I don't know if she'll ever come back.

Come on, Mrs. H. This is not like you.

- What's not like me? - You know, being all soft and mushy.

I mean, usually you're all,

"Grrr! You don't scare me! I'm Reba!"

Thanks, Van.

It's always flattering to know how other people see ya.

- Oh, Mrs. H-- - [sobbing]

Van, it just hurts so much.

I didn't think anything could hurt this bad.

[sobbing continues]

Can I get you something?

A tissue? A soda?

Anything from downstairs?

- Would you pray with me? - Pray?

- You mean, to God? - Yeah.

Yeah, sure. Yeah.

Lord, we praise you and...

we thank you for our many blessings that you've given us.

We're in your hands, Lord.

Could I ask just this one little-bitty favor?

Lord, please don't let me lose my daughter.

[sniffles]

[exhales]

- Amen. - Amen.

[sighs] Thanks, Van.

I'd better go start dinner.

Hey, God,

give her this one.

Oh, and...

if you want to throw in a Corvette too,

that's your business.

- Still waiting for Kyra, Ma? - Yeah. But it's okay.

I mean, it's not 10:30. She's still got three more minutes.

I don't know what I'm gonna do with all this time. [laughs]

I may go up and take a bath. Yeah.

Hey, Mrs. H, if Kyra doesn't make it home on time, just let her slide.

You don't wanna push her over the edge.

No, she has to punish her.

If she doesn't, Kyra'll walk all over her.

She's right. Hah!

Talk about your classic lose-lose situations.

You both can stop worrying. She'll be home.

Okay. Hey, do you mind if we stick around though?

Fine. Just stop talkin'.

Okay.

Man, this is like waiting for pizza.

Van!

- Uh-oh! Time's up! - What?

No! You still got one minute left!

But you should have seen your faces!

Cheyenne, I'm too far away. Would you mind?

- Uh-huh. - What?

Hey!

I'm just trying to lighten the mood.

Now it's 30 seconds.

Come on, Kyra. Don't do this to me. Don't make me have to choose.

Twenty-five.

[sighs] She'll make it.

Fifteen. She's comin'.

She's walking up to the door right now.

Ten.

She's digging in her purse for the keys.

Five.

She's opening up the door... now!

- I'm sorry, Mom. - No! She's comin'!

Maybe her watch was just a little bit slower than ours.

She's walking through that door in the next minute!

- But I-- - No, just watch!

Did you train that door to do something?

Kyra! You're home!

You came through the back door.

- And I got a yogurt. - [Reba] Yeah!

- Good job, Kyra. - Yeah!

Looks like you dodged a bullet this time, Mrs. H.

Yeah, I did.

This time.

Come on.

What's the big deal? I came home on time. [tepidly] Whoo-hoo.

Yeah, you're right, Kyra.

It shouldn't be a big deal.

But it was...

because I know

that you talked to your dad about maybe moving in with him.

Oh.

Is that all you have to say is, "Oh"?

I was gonna say "surprise" but I thought that'd make you mad.

Ohh!

I'm not gonna get mad.

I'm not even gonna get hurt.

I'm not even gonna try to make you feel guilty.

Unless that would do any good.

I'm not even gonna try to make you feel guilty!

But this doesn't work.

I can't be afraid to be your mother just because you've got someplace else to go.

What are you saying?

I'm saying you have to make a choice,

and you have to live with that choice.

If you want to go live with your father, I won't stand in your way.

But I won't let you hop between houses.

This isn't a game.

You want me to tell you right now?

You mean, you already know?

Don't you wanna think about it

for a couple of years?

No. I've made my decision already.

Okay.

[whispers] No, I should sit.

[sighs]

Tell me.

[closing theme music playing]