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[twinkling music]

[twinkling music]

(bright music)

(birds chirping)

- Look! One we haven't opened yet.

- Oh! That's where I left my "miscellaneous."

- Come on, spatula!

- Oh, come on, tongs.

- Come on sucky, weird thing I don't know the name of

that Mom always used at Thanksgiving.

- Success! - Oh!

(giggling)

- Hey, look. There's photos in here, too.

- Aw.

You learned to swim so fast.

Once you finally decided to jump in.

Your mom and I were cheering,

"Jump, jump, jump, jump!"

- But I wouldn't do it?

- You made me promise a gabillion times over

that I'd catch you.

- Did you?

- Of course.

And then you refused to get out.

Your mom and I thought we'd birthed a duck.

(chuckling)

(Ruby): Dad and I have been through a lot.

That's why we've stuck to our rule:

No secrets. Always.

Until now.

A magic well that captures wishes?

That would pretty much make his head explode.

So, what do I do?

Keep the wildest thing that ever happened to me

from the most important person in my life?

(enchanted resonating music)

(birds chirping)

Hiya, giant secret.

You flickered?

(whooshing)

♪ Well no one ever said it was going to be easy ♪

(mysterious music)

(girl): I wish she would trust me.

(panting)

- Okay...

(enchanted music)

(birds chirping)

- If I get the back 30 cleared by fall, then I ca...

(sighing)

No, 'cause then I don't have anything 'til winter.

So, I don't-- (knocking at door)

(Paula): Knock, knock!

- Uh... Hi. Come in! It's open.

(door opening)

- Hello! Oh!

- Hey. - Hi. Oh.

I think this is the first time I've seen

the actual floor in this room.

- Oh, that was a chore, Paula. Let me tell you.

And, still, every time I get something done,

I see five more things I have to do.

(Paula chuckling)

- Oh, well maybe you could

add this to your list?

Books.

We need 'em.

We're revamping the library

and I see quite a few here that could use a good home.

- Uh, sure. Just careful when you open them.

Might get a couple eight-legged surprises.

- That... stubborn old pack rat.

He refused to take care of anything.

- Do I sense there's some history there?

- Just this much.

(chuckling)

- Yeah.

You know, I never really got to know him.

- Well, your uncle was...

wonderful.

Then not. Sweet, then not.

Caring then... well, look around.

- Paula, did something...

big happen to Tom?

That turned his life upside down?

- Well, that's the million dollar question, isn't it?

Well, we'll get this library fixed up

with or without Tom's books, right, Dan?

- You bet.

(Paula sighing)

Why don't we do the rest of Emerald while we're at it?

- Oh, good man! So, bag of books.

- You got it. - Oh! Minus the spiders.

- Of course.

- I'll show myself out.

(door opening)

(upbeat suspenseful music)

- Guys, you have a problem.

- Yeah, I know. "I wish she would trust me"

is a bit vague, but... - That's not the problem.

The music?

The phone case?

College prep?

Guys, our wisher is in high school!

(both): Oh...

- So? That's not much older than us.

- Maybe. But they're cagey and tight-lipped.

- Yet still judge your fashion choices.

- Well, I'm not worried.

You're forgetting we have a covert agent on our side.

(rock music playing)

♪ Ah, oh, oh, oh

♪ So light it up

♪ I gotta a fever...

(music stops)

- I don't know.

Guess I just never thought of myself

as a covert agent.

- Well, it's just a temporary gig until I find

the owner of this phone case.

Remember: purple, glittery with a gold rose.

- Do I want to know why you're looking for this person?

(crow cawing)

- Um...

It's kind of like how I helped you and your stepmom.

- Important, but part of her mysterious Ruby ways.

- Sure. - Ben, I heard you were back.

- Yeah, just can't quit this town.

I mean... look at it.

(chuckling) - Well...

Car looks great!

I guess you can take us places now?

Like the barn party?

- Sure. If you can cram in the front.

Keep the wild animals in the back.

- Thank you. - Yeah. You're too kind.

(laughing)

(car sputtering) - All right. Let's go.

- Ah. Looks like I might be here awhile. I'm sorry.

Might make it later, though.

- Hope so.

(brakes squealing)

(engines stopping)

- Morning!

You must be Liam's boy. Spitting image.

I'm Langston Pritchard. They call me Pritch.

- Daniel. - Yeah. You're nice and early.

It's good to see. - Well, lots to do today.

Still digging 100 acres out of a lot of neglect, so...

- Oh, I'm talking about the library.

- Oh, right. Yeah! I got a bag of books here to donate.

- Yeah. Well, would you say you're more of a builder,

or a wrecker? We need 'em both.

- Oh, uh, right. Yeah. Of course.

Um... Uh, whatever you need.

Can you put me down for tomorrow?

I'm just up to my eyeballs right now.

- Oh, I hear you!

There's always this or that to do.

But trust me, it'll get done. It always does.

- And you are?

- Daniel O'Reilly.

This is Elena Fitzgerald.

She's got a girl a little older than Ruby.

- Hi. Nice to meet you.

I've got a bag of books here to donate.

- Thank you. - You are on Team Pritchard.

Back there.

- Right.

Thank you.

Hello. Daniel. - Uh, this is...

- Hm. Haven't looked at you in a while.

Oh, you I never liked.

(birds chirping)

"Dear Paula,

I will arise and go now,

and go to Innisfree and a small cabin build there,

of clay and wattles made."

(Old Tom): "For Paula. Poems to read,

ideas to ponder,

wishes to make, places to wander."

(horse neighing)

- So, what's a barn party?

- A party. In a barn.

Barn party.

- You'd find tons of phones there.

- How far away is this party barn?

(all): Barn party!

- Whatever! Could we walk there?

(chuckling) - No.

- We'd never get permission.

Besides, I have to work at the library.

- Yeah. Me, too.

- Well, it would be a great place to find

that phone case, and maybe I can go!

- My dad... My dad trusts me. He never says--

- No.

- Ah, hold on a second. Why?

- A barn party? Older kids, no adult supervision?

In some derelict death trap?

No way! Too young.

- Yeah. I have to agree. Sorry, kiddo.

It's a no.

- But everyone's going to be there!

- Mina's not going? - No.

- Yeah. Ruby, sorry. It's a few years away. Okay?

Are we clear?

- Okay. Bye.

- So?

- Did you tell him I'd be there?

- I'll try him again!

- We good? Yeah? - Yeah.

(phone vibrating)

(indistinct chattering)

(voicemail recording): Daniel O'Reilly.

Leave a message.

- Voicemail.

What do I do?

I need, like, a sign, or...

something!

(engine starting)

It started! I guess there's my sign.

- Yes! - We'll drop you guys off

on the way. - Oh! Thank you.

- Let's go!

(breathing heavily)

♪ Oh, well, it's just my luck ♪

♪ If my heart gets broke I just patch it up ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, I'll be okay

♪ Nothing ever seems to wanna go my way ♪

♪ Cross my fingers, found a four-leaf clover ♪

♪ Toss some salt over my left shoulder ♪

♪ Man, I've tried everything

♪ But nothing looks too promising ♪

(phones chiming)

(indistinct chattering)

♪ Why do I, why do I, why do I

♪ Gotta be unlucky

♪ Man I've tried everything

♪ But nothing looks too promising ♪

♪ Why do I, why do I...

(girl): No way!

Your mom actually took your phone away?

That is so lame, Amy.

It's bad enough she makes you spend all summer

doing college prep.

But without a phone?

- Surprise! Gillian, she doesn't trust me to do anything

that's not her prime directive.

Eat seeds! Bed at 10! Do homework!

- So, what are you gonna do?

- I have a plan. And you're helping.

(barn door sliding open)

- Okay, kids. Officer Killjoy here.

Time to go home.

You're on private property.

- What plan? Uh...

- You've got to be kidding me!

How old are you?

Does your dad know you're here?

(insects chirping)

(door closing)

- Thought I could trust you.

- It's my fault, Mr. O'Reilly.

I should never have brought her there.

- I'll deal with you in a second.

Ruby?

- You-you can trust me! I just...

- Just what?

You thought it was opposite day?

When I specifically said no barn party,

you thought I meant yes barn party?

In that case, no punishment!

- Really?

Oh. Opposite day.

Good one. I...

So what now?

- You know, when this happened with my dad...

Yup, uh...

I'm shutting up.

- Ruby, I have got, like, five side jobs going right now.

The orchard is way behind. I have this library thing

that I have to deal with now a-and...

(sighing)

You don't need to know all that.

Bottom line is you're grounded, okay?

For a while. And as for you...

- I promise it'll never happen again.

'Kay? And I'll scrub out the cider press for free.

- Great. Fine.

Good night.

(soft music)

(door opening and closing)

I'm going to be in my office. I have a deadline to hit.

(Daniel sighing)

(phone vibrating)

O'Reilly.

Ah, hi, Duncan! Yeah.

Some tweaks to your copy?

Uh, sure. Yeah. We can do that.

You wanna start over?

Ah, no, no, no! No, fire away. All good!

(birds chirping)

(man on radio): Barometric pressure is holding at 102.1,

so things are looking good...

- Uh, you have toothpaste in your hair.

- Temperature will...

- And you have a day at home.

Remember, you're grounded.

(light music)

(truck beeping)

- Mmm. Fiction on the left,

nonfiction on the right.

Mold, mildew and other damage?

(scoffing) You know what to do.

- Paula, I think we are gonna need a bigger bin.

- Oh, don't worry. It'll be worth it.

When we're done, this place

is going to be spectacular, Elena.

- Grounded?

- How're we supposed to grant this wish?

- You mean, how are you supposed to grant this wish?

- Oh, right. It's up to the good kids now.

- The upright citizens.

- Yeah, yeah. Hilarious.

Now, listen up.

I think I know who the wisher is.

Is there a student in the grad class named Amy?

- Amy Fitzgerald?

- Uh, building a case here.

Yes! Amy F's feed. And boom!

Big Dead Valentine Society fan, as per the vision.

- Actually, Amy's mom is right here with Sam's mom.

- Perfect! Go look through her bag.

- Are you crazy? - No. Ruby's right.

We don't have a choice.

- What? Don't look at me!

I'm the good one, remember?

- That's why you have to do it! I'll get caught in two seconds.

- Think about it. When your mom confiscates something of yours,

what does she do with it?

- She takes it and she puts it in her bag. But--

- No buts! I'll distract them.

- Have you seen volume two of this? I've got...

- Yeah. - ...the unmatched set.

- Hey! You think Mr. Brody would mind

if I borrowed a few of these before the library opens?

- You wanna borrow those?

- Sure, why not?

(chuckling) - Sam, they're romance novels.

(Sam): Well...

who doesn't like a good romance, am I right?

You know, 'cause the boy meets the girl and then...

Actually, I don't know what happens after that,

to be honest with you. - Believe me, Sam.

Romance is overrated.

(sighing) - You're right.

- Got ourselves a purple glitter phone case with a gold rose.

I think we've found our wisher!

- Awesome!

Now we just need to talk to her and find out

what this trust wish is all about.

(Sam): On it.

(grunting)

- One, two, three! Yah!

- Okay.

- Thanks again for the hand.

- Yeah. Not a problem! I, uh...

just can we, uh, make this snappy, though?

- Well, rush makes mush.

My motto, anyway. - Right. Yeah.

That's, uh, that's colourful.

- You know, I like to keep things simple,

you know what I mean? - Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

I mean, life has a way of complicating things, though,

if you know what I mean. You know, despite what you want.

- Got a lot on your mind?

- Yeah, yeah. Too much, actually, but...

You know, my problem, though. Not yours!

- Hm.

(indistinct chattering)

- Hey, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

- Hey, Mina.

Thanks for coming out. Unlike my Amy.

- What's she up to these days?

- Not enough if she wants to get a decent scholarship.

- Wow. That would be something.

- Mina, you're smart like Amy.

You could get out of this town one day, too.

Unlike the rest of us,

who weren't lucky enough to get a little push.

- Listen to you! Plotting escape.

There's nothing wrong with this town we can't fix.

- I'm just saying, you've got to buckle down.

I tell Amy every day, "Put your phone down,

put your phone down."

I sound like a broken record.

But she doesn't listen!

Speaking of my smart and distracted daughter,

she should be here by now.

- Just over there. - Okay.

- She sleeping in? - Probably.

I let her go to a sleepover at her friend Gillian's.

An olive branch after the big fight we had.

(Paula): Aw.

(sighing) - Still, it's no excuse.

(phone ringing tone)

(Gillian): Hello?

- Hi, Gillian. It's Amy's mom. - Hi.

- Could you please tell her to get a move on?

- Oh. She already left. Super early.

- What? - Yeah.

- When did you last see her?

- Like, 5:30, 6:00.

- Okay, call me if you hear anything.

- Okay. Bye.

(phone ringing tone)

(voicemail recording): Hi. It's the Fitzgeralds.

Leave a message!

- Amy, it's Mom. Are you home? Call me immediately!

- Is everything okay, Elena?

- Gillian said Amy left first thing this morning.

But no one's seen her since.

I-I'm going to go call around.

(phone ringing tone)

- No way! She never came back from Gillian's?

At the barn party, she was working on a plan with Gillian.

Maybe this is part of it?

- I'm on it. Gillian works 'til 5:25 today

at the Burger Bonanza.

What?

I know this 'cause she's stingy with the fries.

I like to avoid her.

- I'll keep an eye on Amy's mom.

(phone beeping)

- Well...

Glad everybody else has something exciting to do.

- How long are you gonna stay missing?

Yeah, I think it'll work.

Your mom's gonna lose her mind.

See you on the other side.

- Nobody's seen her.

I-I've called every friend, neighbour.

- Did you call the hospital? - Should I?

- Let me. I know them over there.

(indistinct chattering)

- Where is she?

- We'll find her. Don't worry.

- Now I can't even call her.

- Guys! Amy's mom is freaking that Amy is missing!

- Which I found out is exactly her plan!

She stays at her friend's, leaves early,

and drops out of sight.

- Mom panics. Feels guilt and regret.

- Amy shows up safe and sound,

gets her phone back from Mom, who's totally relieved.

It's not bad, right?

- Except I don't get how it'll get her mom

to trust her more. It'll do the exact opposite

if her mom ever finds out the truth.

- It's like you're expecting it to go wrong.

- Maybe I am.

(enchanted resonating music)

Gotta go! Getting another call.

(phone beeping) - Uh...

- All right, I'll get this stuff over to the transfer station.

- You're a little like him.

Your dad.

I served with him, you know.

- Oh, yeah.

He never really talked about it that much.

- What they call the strong, silent type.

- That's my dad.

- So, we were over there.

I-It wasn't even combat.

It was a paratroop exercise.

27,000 feet.

So your dad jumps out of the right side,

I jump out of the left, but I get sucked

under the plane, dragged from the props.

And I, uh, get tangled

in his parachute, so it collapses.

And there we are,

12 seconds in approaching terminal velocity.

Now, the only way out of this?

That he lets go of me and deploys his reserve chute.

(chuckling)

I just gotta hope that he can grab me back in time.

- Well, you're standing here telling me this story, so...

- So, he did.

Yeah, I drift a bit, but he yanks me back.

And he controls my fall,

and he guides me to a soft landing.

- Wow.

- Three of his vertebrae crushed.

You know the rest.

- He just...

Just said it was an accident.

- Yeah. That's your dad.

(soft music)

(engine starting)

(birds, insects chirping)

- A new wish?

Haven't even figured out the first one!

(whooshing)

(mysterious music)

(girl): I wish someone would find me.

(breathing heavily)

- A-Amy?

Can you believe it? A double wish!

- I didn't know that was a thing.

- Me, neither. Thanks, well!

Keep those surprises coming.

- So, Amy really is in trouble now?

- Yeah. And we can't finish this wish until we find her.

Scratch that! 'Til you find her.

- Should we tell the police? (chuckling)

- Yeah, we know how that's gonna go.

"And how do you know this girl is trapped, young lady?"

- "Ah, because, uh, you see, Officer,

I saw it in my wish vision

that I got from my magic well."

- Okay. So, what else do we have?

- Uh, I don't know.

Behind her there was a bunch of old junk.

Some gardening stuff. Storage boxes.

- Maybe she's stuck?

In a storage facility or something?

- No. The last one in town shut down a while ago.

- Right.

Could she maybe be in a garage,

or stuck in an attic?

- It was, like, white on the inside.

And there was a latch and a padlock.

- A moving truck!

- Exactly! - Yeah.

- Tha-that place on the west side of town! Russell and Son!

- Yes! Russell and Son! - You guys check out that lead.

I'll see if we missed anything.

(upbeat suspenseful music)

Huh. No.

No.

Nein.

One ETG in Emerald. That must be it.

(key pad beeping)

(phone ringing tone)

(voicemail recording): Emerald Township Gallery.

We're busy hanging our new show,

so please leave a message, or get on down here!

Open 'til six.

(squeaking)

(sighing)

Yep.

All I have to do is get on down there.

No problem!

Except for the problem.

(sighing)

(squeaking)

(key pad beeping)

(phone ringing tone)

(Ruby's voicemail recording): Hi, it's me!

Not here, but talk to me, anyway!

(phone ringing tone)

(voicemail recording): Daniel O'Reilly.

Leave a message.

- Hey, Ruby! - Hey, Dad!

- Just checkin' in. - I just have an errand to run.

Don't be mad, okay? - Hope you're good.

- I'll explain later. - Talk soon.

- He'll understand...

I hope.

(brakes squealing)

(engine stops)

- Yeah. Amy Fitzgerald.

About five-four, brown,

shoulder-length hair.

Last seen on Fife Road.

Got it? Okay, hon.

Thanks, Jen. Bye.

- What's going on? - Elena's daughter's missing,

since the morning. She snuck out of a sleepover

and they haven't seen her since.

- What a nightmare. - Yeah.

- What is going on with these kids?

- It's that age.

When the secrets start. Even Mina, I can feel it.

Listen, go to my store, grab some flashlights,

batteries, first aid kit,

whatever else you can think of.

I'm going to round up the volunteers, okay?

- Okay. - Thanks.

(birds chirping)

- Thinking it went down like this...

- Uh-huh? - Somebody almost saw Amy,

she jumped in that truck to hide.

- And then, whoops! She gets stuck inside.

- Totally. It's a lot easier to do than you'd think

because if you pull the door thingy too hard,

it just slams shut and... - You did it once.

- I did that once. - Wes, listen.

You gotta step up, son.

(Mina): A list of the trucks.

- I'm counting on you. I really am!

So, if a client says, "Be there at two,"

you be there at two!

No excuses, Wes!

On time, every time! It's on the business cards!

(sighing)

Because I'm speaking not as your father,

as your boss!

I will fire you.

(birds chirping)

- Hello? - Oh, hi! Can I help you?

- Uh, yeah. I'm a friend of Amy Fitzgerald's.

Uh, can I ask, how do you know her?

- Oh. Amy's been hanging around here for years.

A real talent.

(soft music)

We're just about to open a show of her work.

(bright music)

- Not that one, either.

Only one more truck left to check.

(phone ringing)

Ruby.

- Did you guys know Amy is an artist?

- Really? - It's true!

This gallery's doing a show of her work, photography.

- Cool. - Awesome.

- Yeah. It's amazing.

She makes our town look so...

I don't know. Hopeful?

It's like she's saying no matter how bad things get,

there's always some kind of...

happy place hidden somewhere.

A silver lining and all that.

The lady here said Amy takes them with her phone.

- So that's why her phone's so important.

- But why wouldn't she just explain that to her mom?

- Uh, maybe-- - I dunno. Some people

don't appreciate art. Like my mom?

I cut a bunch of cat videos together

and she said it was, quote, "A big bowl of stupid."

So I don't talk to her about cinema anymore.

- Maybe it's a-- - You think this is what

the whole "Wish she trusted me" thing was about?

That she wasn't doing college prep and was sneaking around?

- Guys! Hello! Crazy idea here,

but maybe we can ask her when we find her?

There's only one more truck left to check!

Meet us there?

- Uh, yeah?

No.

I... I-I dunno!

Oh, my dad better not get home anytime soon.

- Let's go. - Okay.

- The police have got this area covered,

so we'll search around our own properties.

If you can take your place and your neighbour's farms

to the north and east as well, then that'll just leave...

Hey. Just getting organized for the search.

You want to take the area out near your place?

- Sure. Yeah. It'll give me a chance to check in on Ruby.

- Okay. - Keep me posted!

- I will. I will. All right, guys.

- So where's the truck? - Gone. When we got here,

all we found were these black puddles.

From the truck, maybe?

- Guys! The guy said he parked the truck right here,

went in for a second and when he came back? No truck.

- What was in it? - Some antiques.

Victorian stuff.

Garden... junk.

- The stuff from my vision!

- So Amy really is on that truck!

- Yeah. That stolen truck!

- Okay, we need to find Amy now 'cause I need to be home,

like, yesterday! - Yeah! How?

(indistinct chattering)

- Follow the puddles! Okay.

- Amy Fitzgerald!

(car honking)

(brakes squealing)

(engine stopping)

- Hey, Mr. O'Reilly.

Saw your truck from up there.

Ava thought I could help you.

- Oh! Sure. Thanks.

Yeah. I've covered from my truck all the way down to here.

- Well, you need a drink, then.

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Finished cleaning the cider press.

- Mm-hmm.

Great.

- You know, I'm really sorry again.

I never should have... - I know, I know.

It's okay. Really.

- Okay.

'Cause I have trouble reading you sometimes, so...

- You have trouble reading me?

- Yeah, you're so quiet sometimes.

- My dad was really quiet, too.

I thought I was a different kind of dad, but I guess not.

- Don't be so hard on yourself.

Seriously, you're a great dad.

And I should know because...

mine was the best.

- Yeah?

- He never let a day go by without making sure I know

how much he loved me.

That's all a kid needs.

To know you love 'em and you're in it with them.

Okay. You ready?

- Yeah. Let's get this kid home.

- Yeah.

Amy!

- Amy!

(light music)

(birds chirping)

(brakes squealing)

- What now? (engine revving)

- There! He's headed out that way!

- Follow me. Shortcut! We can head him off.

(insects chirping)

(rock music playing loudly)

(thudding) (Amy): Hey!

(thudding)

(indistinct shouting)

(music volume decreases)

(indistinct shouting)

(music stops)

(brakes squealing)

- Do you think we beat it?

- Trust me, it's coming.

But now we have to stop it. Ideas?

- The police would set up a roadblock. Why can't we?

- Maybe because we're not actual cops

with actual cars and flashing lights?

- What, you don't think your purple safety light

will scare him straight?

- Do you guys have a better idea?

Let's do it.

(thudding)

(phone chiming)

(man): Wes, it's Dad.

- Hey, Dad! - Everything okay?

- Yeah, all good. Made the pickup at two.

But, uh, listen. There-there's some kind of weird noise

coming from the back and I don't--

- You've made the pickup? Wes! The guy was still packing it!

That was for tomorrow at two!

(Amy): Let me out! - You know,

your phone has a calendar on it! - What? List...

- There it is.

- I just wish you would pay more...

(tires screeching)

- Guys, I don't think it's going to stop!

- He'll stop. He has to stop.

- Uh... - Just turn around...

- Stop! - Please stop!

(shouting)

(tiers screeching)

(Amy shouting, thudding)

- It worked.

- Oh! - Wes?

- What? - Wes?!

Are you there? What's going on?

- What's happening here?

- Stall him!

- Uh, wait! Before you go on the lam, could you just--

- "Lam?" What? No, I'm just the driver.

(grunting)

- Yeah, well, um, there's a kid stuck in the back of your truck.

- Oh, no!

(gasps)

Oh, man! My dad is going to have opinions about this!

- It's a padlock. Bring the key!

- Ah, it's right here. I got it!

(door clicking)

Oh, no! My keys!

Um... my dad!

He has a spare! Okay? I'll give him a call.

(sighing)

Don't panic! I'm going to go get help.

- Hey! Uh, buddy, that's my bike. That's my bike.

- Don't panic! - No, that's-- Hey, no, that's--

- I know. It's okay.

- My bike, man! He took my bike.

- I know. That guy's having a day.

(banging) - Help!

- Uh, hang on, Amy! We'll get you out in a sec!

- Ruby!

I'm home.

Ruby!

- Guys, we've gotta call somebody!

(Amy): I'm still in here!

(phone ringing) - Um...

(Amy): Hello?!

- It's my dad.

(both): Don't answer.

- Ruby, don't! - Bad idea.

(Amy): Hello! Ugh.

Anyone out there?!

- Hi, Dad.

- Ruby. Hi.

You're in the barn, right? Doing chores.

- Uh, no. Not in the barn.

(Amy): Help! - Ah, I see.

You're in your room then?

(Amy): I can hear you! Hello?! - Um...

No. Trying to break into a truck.

- What? - Get me out!

Where are you? - Uh, Dad, trust me.

I found Amy-- - Trust you?

You are supposed to be grounded!

- Help! Please, help!

(enchanted music)

- I'll call you back.

- Amy, do you see a dresser in there?

- Yeah. - Okay, move it to the side.

- Okay. Wait, how d'you know? - It doesn't matter!

Behind it there should be a door; open it.

(grunting)

(panting)

Amy, are-are you okay?

- Yeah. I think so.

Who are you?

- Uh, Ruby. These are my friends.

- Hi. - Sam and Mina.

- Sam.

- Oh. Okay, anyway, thanks.

I... I'm in so much trouble.

- Wait. - Um... wait, Amy!

Come back! Just tell her. She'll love them.

- Love what? Tell who?

- Your mom.

I-I saw your pictures at the art gallery.

They're great, really great.

- Well, that's not what she's going to think.

And after this I'll never get to use a phone again,

or take another photo.

It'll be all college prep, all the time.

- No! Talk to her.

- But it's hopeless.

- You can't believe that.

I saw your pictures.

They're all about hope.

(sighing)

You really want her to trust you

to make your own decisions.

Trust her with this one.

Tell her your secrets

'cause she's the only mom you get.

- After what I did...

- Okay, so, you're not perfect.

Neither is she. I mean, who is?

But please...

While you still can,

go and be not perfect together.

Call her.

(soft music)

(key pad beeping)

(birds singing)

I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean to...

I shouldn't have...

- Funny, I was thinking the same thing.

- I-I messed up. So, here.

Take it.

- No.

I don't ever want you to be where I can't reach you.

But you are doing laundry for two weeks.

- I already do laundry.

- And the dishes.

- I do those, too.

- No TV.

- Cool! I don't really...

- Including streaming.

- Anyway...

I feel like I need to come clean.

- For what?

- For keeping secrets from you.

- Okay, I'll-I'll bite.

(sighing)

- Since Mom...

I've been keeping a lot of stuff in.

My feelings...

fears.

And my dad did that, too.

And I-I've been doing that as a way to try to protect you.

But it's come to my attention that you're a pretty strong kid.

(exhales)

(soft music)

(sighing)

I never really knew my dad,

like, really knew him,

and I want to know you.

And I want you to know me.

And the only way for me to do that is to let you in.

To share with you what's going on.

And then, maybe, if you want, then...

then you can do the same thing for me.

'Cause you might have noticed I don't know how to ground you.

(sniffles)

- Yeah, you were pretty bad at it.

(chuckling)

But I was terrible at being grounded, too.

- So can we do this?

No more secrets.

- Deal.

- Okay.

Now, I've spilled.

Is there anything that you want to tell me?

- Um...

- Like maybe why you've been acting differently lately?

Or how you saved Amy like a superhero?

- I-I want to tell you. I do, but...

Maybe now's the right time. I don't know.

- Ruby.

Jump.

Jump.

- You need to promise not to say anything for ten seconds.

- But I don't thin-- - Ten seconds. I'm timing.

(soft music)

- Are these...?

- Not even close to ten.

- But are these yours, Amy?

- Your daughter's very talented.

I think she'd be a shoo-in for art school.

(chuckling)

(Ruby): The thing about trust is that if it's strong,

it can survive almost anything.

It can take a mortal hit

and then come roaring back from nowhere.

(birds chirping)

Trust can survive a crisis,

a move,

even a secret as deep as a well.

- Ruby, where are we going?

- Here.

Okay, Dad.

Get ready.

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