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You got any hot chocolate?

Nope. Just refreshing lemonade.

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Woman: I'll have two, please.

Coming right up.

Your father must be so proud of you, Maisie,

doing this all on your own.

Thank you ever so much.

Maisie: Thank you.

Would you like to buy some lemonade, mister?

Actually, honey,

I'm going to need to speak to your father.

Something I can help you with?

I'm afraid so.

Seems a complaint has been lodged

because of this lemonade stand

continuously being here every week.

A complaint? By who?

Can't rightly say. It came in anonymously.

And although I don't like to say it, by county regulation,

I'm required to have to ask you to close up shop,

unless you have a vendor's permit.

A vendor's permit?

For a lemonade stand? She's... she's ten.

Don't you worry, Evan. I've got it all on video.

Look, ma'am, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them

for two small paychecks a month and ten large headaches a day.

Maisie's had her stand up for three straight summers.

I mean, it's never been a problem. Why now?

New council got voted in.

They've already spent most of this year's budget,

and now they're calling for more bylaw enforcement

to pad their coffers.

I'm duty-bound to enforce this or I could lose my job.

This is just a warning.

If I come back later and this stand is still open,

I'll be forced to issue a $500 ticket.

A fine?

Actually, I think I know where you can stick that...

Right here.

I'm so sorry to disappoint. You have yourselves a good day.

Sorry, we're, uh... we're closed.

Who on this good green earth is miserable enough

to complain about a little girl's lemonade stand?

(sighing) No idea.

Sorry, honey.

I guess this is it for the year.

Okay, let's walk through this again.

You're telling me the entire delivery was lost overnight

on a freight service of your choosing,

and now you have your little ad-bots writing negative reviews

on our website, calling Sunny Day Lemonade unreliable?

Dave, I know it was you leaving the reviews.

And you know how I know?

Because you signed one of them "David Bennet".

Uh-huh.

Yeah, listen, Dave, let's circle back to this tomorrow, okay?

Okay. Yep. Bye.

Trish...

have you seen it?

I've been on the phone all morning

with a vendor from Oahu,

trying to gaslight us

into paying for his colossal muck-up. What I miss?

Just the thing that's going to make our careers.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

Okay. Here, take a look.

Mrs. Phillips: I've got it all on video.

Trent: City officials sent this inspector

to ticket a lemonade stand. It's going viral.

This is an...

opportunity.

This is the exact reason

why Sunny Day made its corporate mandate,

to help somebody just like this little girl.

She's perfect.

I will call Bev and John

and tell them we're on the next red-eye.

And if it's something that can be fixed with some paperwork,

at least we get the photo op. And who knows?

Maybe there's more, like what's happening in Texas,

or what we did in New York State.

Where was this taken?

This is Golden Valley, Pennsylvania.

Um, are you sure?

Uh, yeah. I mean, what's wrong with Golden Valley?

Population under 20,000,

brick-lined streets, picnics and family time.

I mean, there's got to be a Starbucks, right?

Look, Karl, I know we work together as a team,

but I can't do this one.

You're gonna have to handle it solo.

Trish, I would love to, really,

but I'm getting on a plane

to Austin in three hours, all right?

I can't be there for a week or two, at least.

You need to do this and you need to do it now,

okay, while the story's still fresh.

I mean, this is what you do. This is what you're great at.

If we can save this girl's stand,

it's gonna be raining raises.

Yeah.

You're right, I'll do it.

- Great. - But it won't be easy.

I'm gonna buy a boat.

Okay, have a great flight.

You, too.

Call you when you get there.

Sounds good.

(exhaling sharply)

♪

Well, Trish...

welcome home.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Karl. How was your flight?

Uneventful. You?

The flight was fine. It's the five-hour drive

from Philly International that gets you.

Six, if you get lost and take the scenic route.

I've been away so long,

I forgot people still wave hello at you here.

It's weird. It's like they're...

hitchhiking for affection.

Yeah. Growing up in Michigan,

if somebody did that to you, we'd consider it a threat.

The more this world changes, the more small towns stay the same.

Yeah. So, what's the plan?

You gonna settle in? Visit family?

Check out the local politics?

No. Heck with that. I'm expediting this one.

I'm on my way to meet Maisie now.

That's the go-getter I know and adore.

Trish: I'll call you later with an update.

♪

(knocking)

Hi. I'm Maisie. Nice to meet you.

Hi. I'm Trish. It's a pleasure to meet you, too.

What can I do for you today, Trish?

Are you one of those door-to-door sales ladies?

I'm supposed to tell you,

we appreciate your visit, but we're not interested

in any of your...

Actually, Maisie,

I'm here as an official representative

of the Sunny Day Lemonade,

America's number one supplier of home-style lemonade

and lemon-lime beverages.

You work for Sunny Day Lemonade?

The freshest, tastiest,

most goldeny-glowy lemonade on earth?

That's us.

Holy crap!

Please don't tell my dad I said that.

It'll cost a quarter in the swear jar.

That's half of this week's profits.

Pinkie swear. I promise.

Speaking of your dad, Maisie,

do you think maybe I could speak to him?

For sure, Trish.

He's gonna love you. Right this way.

Oh.

Dad, look who's here.

This is Trish and she's from Sunny Day Lemonade,

and she's here to stick up for my legal rights.

What?

Sorry.

Trish?

Trish McTavish?

Evan?

Oh my gosh.

Maisie: You two dated?

You were boyfriend and girlfriend?

You used to make out?

- It was a long time ago. - Ten years ago.

Thirteen, actually.

Maisie: Before Mom?

Yeah.

That's right, sweetie.

Long before Mom, when were kids barely older than you.

And now you're a lemonade lawyer?

Not a lawyer, a public relations expert.

It's like gossip, but the good kind,

the kind that makes you want to like something even better.

Oh, Mase, we gotta go. It's almost eight o'clock.

Your uncle's gonna be here soon.

Oh, wait, your jacket.

Oh. Oh.

Sorry.

So sorry.

(exhaling sharply)

Great to meet you, Trish.

- Trish: You too, Maisie. - Good morning, Maisie.

Maisie: Morning, Uncle Aaron.

- Who's your visitor? - That's Trish

and she's from Sunny Day Lemonade,

and she's here to stick up for my legal rights.

Aaron: Okay.

Trish...

McTavish?

Hi, Aaron.

It's been a long time.

I see you finally got those braces off.

Trish McTavish, I mean... what a blast from the past.

Kabloom. (imitating explosion)

Believe me, I'm as surprised to be here

as you are to see me here.

In Golden Valley, I mean.

Yeah, well,

we all thought you were living in Geneva by now,

giving speeches on landmine reduction

to a bunch of foreign guys in suits.

Never thought we'd see you, uh... back.

Anyhoo... We'd better boot, right Maisie?

Don't want to be late for school.

Bye, Dad. Nice to meet you, Trish.

You too, Maisie.

(clearing throat)

Yeah. Sorry about that.

My brother wasn't a big fan of high school

or anything that reminds him of high school.

He skipped all the reunions, too, so I wouldn't...

No. It's my fault. I came at an awkward time.

I should've realized that it was time for school.

You didn't do something crazy,

like drive all the way from the airport

without sleeping, did you?

Um...

I'm gonna get you a cup of coffee.

Oh, Evan, that sounds great,

I just... I really should be getting back to work.

I mentioned why I'm here, right?

The division I help run has a mandate

to help children across the country

facing regulatory issues over the use of a lemonade stand.

I-I had no idea that she was... yours.

Right. And that's actually a thing?

Like, kids being hassled over lemonade stands?

And somehow Maisie ended up on your radar?

You would be shocked. Believe it or not,

lemonade stands are technically still illegal

in 34 states,

and it's my job to help stop that.

Huh. So, ah, what's the first step with Maisie?

Well, the town hall opens at 10:00 AM this morning.

Small town summer hours, gotta love it.

What are your plans today?

Oh, I got a lot of work to do for the...

Solstice Festival.

- Oh. - Yeah, I've been contracted

to build this new garden arbor,

and I've been getting a bit stalled on it.

Do you think maybe you could take a break a bit later?

Meet me at the town hall at ten?

I suppose I could do that, yeah.

Okay.

I just have to make a brief pit stop at my mother's place,

before a gas station attendant

or a third cousin twice removed tells her I'm in town.

I'll see you then.

Hey, uh, Trish...

it's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

(exhaling sharply)

Well, Trish...

welcome home.

♪

(knocking)

What a wonderful surprise!

Hi, Mom. It's been a long time.

Has it?

I didn't notice.

You know how my begonias keep me so busy.

Look, I'm just here for a short business trip.

If this isn't a good time for you,

I can always stay at a hotel.

Hotel? Nonsense. You have a perfectly fine bedroom here.

♪

It's like a time-capsule in here.

This room hasn't changed a bit.

Couldn't you have turned it into a sewing den or...

maybe a gym or an infrared sauna?

Well, I suppose this room is just a way to remember you.

Living so far, never visiting...

I've flown you out and put you up

for every major holiday since I left.

Like a dine-in take-out meal

or a pet you rent for a few hours,

and send back to the shelter.

Where did you get this?

I thought I boxed all this up years ago.

I found it the other day in the garage.

I thought it would spruce the atmosphere up.

All that stuff I packed away, Mom,

do you think maybe you could let it all stay packed?

Why, Trish?

Why has it been so hard to get you back here?

Why did you run so far away?

Was it me? Was it something I did?

No, Mom, it wasn't you.

I love you. You're the best mom ever.

There's just too many memories here.

You know, I can't stay. Um...

I have a meeting in town at ten. Okay?

Can we talk about this later?

♪

Hey.

So, you ready to change the world, one bylaw at a time?

Oh... I gave that up when I signed the mortgage on my condo.

That's too bad, it was a pretty impressive aspiration.

- Shall we? - Yes.

So, then, you're free on Saturday, 'cause...

So, I'm gonna invite Barbara and Ginger...

(bell ringing)

and maybe Dora.

Yeah, okay. I have to go.

How can Golden Valley help you today?

We would like to apply for a vendor's permit.

That's exciting. New business?

It's for my daughter's lemonade stand.

How entrepreneurial of her.

I remember my first business,

babysitting.

Oh. Well, now, tell me,

Mrs. D'Alessio,

did you also have to apply

for a vendor's permit and tax account

in order to watch your neighbor's kids?

No, I didn't,

but we also didn't wear seatbelts back in my day.

Regulations save lives.

I don't see the correlation.

So, uh...

we just fill this out,

and pay a fee, and then, we're up and running?

Yep, then you need the permit signed by the town commissioner.

Excellent. Okay, well,

we might as well set up that appointment while we're here.

Oh, the earliest availability is the first of August.

The commissioner is on holiday until then.

The first of August? (chuckling)

- Mm-hmm. - That's ridiculous.

I mean, you do realize this is exactly

the kind of cumbersome bureaucracy that strangles

true business innovation, don't you?

Honey, I don't make the rules,

I just enforce the ones that council passes.

Thank you, Mrs. D'Alessio.

My pleasure.

(exhaling sharply)

What kind of a town official

takes two months off in the middle of summer?

I guess that's a bit of a tradition around here.

People tend to enjoy their down-time.

Hard to find any harm in it.

The harm is now we can't get Maisie's vendor's permit,

which means no photo op for Sunny Day Lemonade,

and I am not sitting around here,

waiting for the leaves to change.

Well, Maisie and I appreciate the effort, nonetheless.

You know, she did want to make a little extra cash this summer,

but she'll find something else, maybe she'll mow some lawns.

Listen, uh, if you ever find yourself back in town...

you know where to find us.

Oh, I'm not done here, Evan.

This isn't over by a long shot. We are just getting started.

♪

I thought I was super early.

You been here long?

Couple of hours.

I thought I'd catch up on some emails.

Oh. Do you ever sleep?

Catnaps between text messages.

Sorry this was so last minute.

Were you able to get a sitter for Maisie?

My brother usually volunteers. They're basically best friends.

So, who we waiting for?

I hear this place has a mean frittata.

Vanessa Matthews...

as in the reporter for the Golden Valley Bugle?

That's the one.

Isn't she, like, a crime reporter?

How did you get her interested

in a story about a lemonade stand?

We skipped detention together in grade-school.

She kind of owes me a favor.

Well, I'm here, at this ungodly hour.

Someone please tell me they know how to mix a proper Mojito.

Oh. Uh, thank you for coming, Vanessa.

I really appreciate you taking the time.

Well, you made it sound so juicy, how could I refuse?

You're looking fit, Trish. Changed your hair.

(snapping)

Mojito.

Oh...

So, tell me more

about this grave social injustice.

Somebody mugged Shirley Temple or something?

Vanessa, this is Evan Payton.

His daughter is the girl I was telling you about.

It's nice to meet you.

I've been a fan of your work for years.

Payton... Payton... Where do I know that name from?

You might have read about my wife, Susan Payton,

car accident a few years back, out of town.

I remember. I'm so sorry.

That's okay. Thanks.

Um...

Anyway,

the reason I asked you here, Vanessa, it has to do a...

A lemonade stand you said?

That's right. It belongs to Evan's daughter Maisie.

She built it herself. She's ten.

Well, I watched that video you sent me.

It's a sweet little piece about a small town injustice,

the big boot of bureaucracy

coming down on the cute and innocent, blah-blah-blah.

But I have to tell you, I'm not sure I see the story here.

Well, the story is,

today, right now, in the U.S. of A,

lemonade stands are illegal in 34 states.

Really?

And you might ask yourself,

in a world full of pop stars and smartphones,

cold wars and hot zones,

why does a lemonade stand matter?

It matters because, for most of us,

lemonade stands are the first step into small business,

economic theory and that spirit of entrepreneurship

that makes us who we are.

It matters because, we all have the right to pursue our dreams,

and the state should be there to help,

not hinder using red tape or petty hurdles,

like asking a child to buy a permit

to serve citrus water to her neighbors.

(sighing)

And who was it you said you work for again, Trish?

Back in junior high, I figured you'd be chained to a tree

somewhere by now,

protesting logging rights in the Amazon.

Oh yeah, that's right,

Sunny Day Lemonade.

Smells like a publicity stunt.

I understand your skepticism, Vanessa, but I assure you,

there is no conflict of interest here.

The fact of the matter is

Sunny Day Lemonade has done a lot of good for this country.

Pressure from our lobbyists have resulted

in the changes of laws in over thirteen states,

thirteen states where children don't have to worry about

getting a $500 fine for making five bucks in quarters.

All it takes is the tiniest bit of media pressure

on the town councils,

and they cave-like spelunkers in a gold mine.

I have to tell you, Trish, you almost had me convinced.

It's just there isn't enough there

to bring back to my editor.

The problem is, every good story needs a villain.

The Big Bad Bureaucracy Bully?

That just isn't enough these days.

It was nice to meet you, Evan.

And good to see you again, Trish.

Thanks for the Mojito that never came.

Call me if you have anything... juicier.

Well...

I thought it was a great speech.

It's pretty clear why you're so good at your job.

So, can we order breakfast now?

I'm going for the frittatas.

Oh, Evan, I'm sorry.

If you don't mind, I still have a lot of work to do.

Could we rain check this breakfast?

Sure.

♪

Hi, Mom.

How did your date go with Evan?

I told you, Mom, it wasn't a date.

You shared a breakfast table at Mamma Teresa.

I was buttering up a reporter.

Well, did anything stick?

(sighing) No.

She thinks the story's too boring to make headline news.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah.

You know, I always liked that Evan.

I know you did, Mom.

I did, too, but that was a very long time ago.

We are very different people now.

I truly thought he was gonna be the one.

You were always so... different around him, so...

Happy?

Is that wrong?

Happy doesn't pay the lease on my Tesla, mom.

If I had stayed here, I wouldn't have gone to college,

graduated with honors, found a fulfilling job.

I'd still be... here.

Oh, pity the thought.

That's not what I meant.

It's nice being home,

now that it's a place that I visit,

not a place that I'm stuck.

Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to take what I can get

and just appreciate the brief reunion we're having.

Mrs. Phillips: I've got it all on video.

Look, ma'am, I don't make the rules, I just enforce them

for two small paychecks a month and ten large headaches a day.

Can't you just make that video go... how do they put it?

Go viral? Why do you need a newspaper article?

A viral video might work for the younger generations,

but for the people on the town council,

most importantly, the people who vote

for the people on the town council,

they trust a face they know,

like an anchor-man or a veteran reporter.

Wait, wait.

Pause that.

Isn't that Hank Wishlow?

Trish: What? The old man in the window?

Oh, he was such a crank,

even back in kindergarten. You know, I betcha it was him

who sicced the cops on that poor girl.

It wasn't the police. It was a county inspector.

And we don't know if it was him, Mom.

I mean, it could have been anybody.

Mom: Vanessa Matthews?

Is that the reporter you met with?

Why? Do you know her?

Well, I know her mother Ronette. We play Bridge together.

I mean, I play.

She drinks mostly. Is she gonna cover your story?

Do you think you could speak to her?

Maybe she could talk to Vanessa.

Oh, I see how this is gonna go now.

To win your affection,

I just have to be your personal assistant.

That not what this is, Mom. You do know that, right?

You just can't beat a personal connection in business,

it's everything.

Okay, honey.

I'll make that call.

Thank you.

(sighing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

Hey. Where's Maisie?

She's upstairs, working on a new business plan.

Trish has her all hyped up on an expansion.

I just hope she doesn't get her little heart broken.

You're back early. How was your breakfast date?

It wasn't a date.

Uh-huh.

(chuckling) So, did Trish pick up the tab?

Or did you go Dutch?

I paid, actually. She had to leave in a hurry.

Now, that's the Trish I remember,

Trish the Mach-10 race car.

And you're the old, reliable pickup truck.

Look, I'm a grown man in my thirties.

I'm not gonna hold a grudge

over something that happened when we were 18.

You know, she left, I stayed;

same old story.

No, brother, you're barely covering the Cliff's Notes.

You got any new gigs for that thing?

Yeah, I got a gig coming up in July.

It's a wedding.

Other than that, it's pretty lean.

That's why I'm here,

borrowing your tools, as per usual.

You changed the subject.

We were talking about you.

You don't have to worry about me, man.

Look, what happened with Trish, it was a lifetime ago.

We might as well be two strangers

meeting each other for the first time.

Two strangers who went to the prom together,

shared their first kiss together, sure.

(chuckling)

♪

(knocking)

Trish... (chuckling)

You're here... at 6:30 in the morning.

Trish: Yeah.

I couldn't sleep.

I woke up before my alarm... again.

It's weird how that works, isn't it?

You set this alarm, and then your brain beats it to it,

like, "No, please, allow me."

(chuckling)

You ever try wearing a sleep mask?

Like I said, sleep's overrated.

Anyway, I am here to tell you the great news.

My mother spoke to Vanessa Matthews' mother

and she agreed to run the story.

It's coming out today.

Saturday morning paper?

Wow. That's, uh...

great.

Great? It's fantastic.

This is exactly the kind of pressure we need

to make the town officials take action.

In New York State, all it took was an ad

in the weekly Pennysaver to make the committee

vote unanimously to sign the bill.

Then, I guess your work here is almost done.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.

Huh.

Well, let's make the best of it.

What do you have planned today?

Well, I was planning on sleeping in.

I should probably get a little work done on the garden arbor.

Do you think you could take a vacation day? You and Maisie?

I mean, I could sit around here all day,

waiting for the weekend edition to come out,

or we could play hooky, pretend I'm a tourist,

take me to your favorite place?

All right.

I'll go wake up Maisie.

Maisie?! (chuckling)

Just kidding, she's having breakfast.

(Trish laughing)

Maisie: Can I go find a spot?

Evan: Sure, but not too far, okay?

Trish: It's been so long.

My mom and I used to come here and walk our dog, Whiskey Cake.

I forgot that you had a dog named Whiskey Cake.

Yeah. (laughing)

- He was a spaniel, right? - Yep.

- White patch over his eye? - Mm-hmm.

He, uh... he ran away.

Oh, it was devastating.

We were out looking for him every night for two weeks.

I remember.

Oh my God, that's right, you were there.

You were one of the volunteers who helped us.

I totally forgot about that.

That's how we met.

It's how I arranged to meet you.

I figured if I saved the dog, get the girl.

Save the dog, get the girl.

I had no idea you could be so sneaky.

For the right motivation.

Over here.

What did the snowman say to the other snowman?

"Do you smell carrots?"

(both laughing)

- Evan: That was a good one. - Trish: Yeah.

It's good to see this is still a thing around here.

Oh, yeah. This is the place to be

on a Saturday morning in Golden Valley.

Trish, you're so pretty.

Why don't you have, like, 900 husbands?

Well, who says I don't?

Because you don't have a ring and your last name's

your mom's name. I looked you up on Google.

Ah. Well, what if I told you

there are more important things in life than getting married?

Like what?

Well, like getting an education, for one,

pursuing a career, excelling at your chosen path,

developing your craft.

But who gives you hugs and foot rubs at night?

Is that what you think marriage is?

Hugs and foot rubs?

Mostly.

Hugs are pretty fabutastic, if you ask me.

She's got a good point.

They are fabutastic.

It's nice to see you more relaxed,

let your hair down.

I thought my hair was down.

I think your hair could be on fire

and be painted neon and it would still have the impression

of being in a very tight business bun.

I think that's a compliment?

Or are you saying that I'm wound too tight?

I'm gonna go explore.

Ah, thanks, kid.

It was a compliment.

- Mm-hmm. - I swear.

I have missed this place, more than I knew.

Being back here, the air is fresher.

It smells like...

Lilacs and geraniums

and just a whiff of elk manure.

Yeah, they put that in last spring;

it's part of the soil project.

Ah... I was going to say, it smells familiar.

But, okay...

So, what's next?

You know, after the big article comes out.

Hopefully, once the town council get wind of it,

they'll start talking about holding a meeting.

Remember, no one's against lemonade stands.

It's just that no one wants to deal with

the paperwork of changing the laws.

They'll cave.

And then, after that,

I go wherever the next job takes me, I guess.

You always were on the go.

And is it always the same,

you're just trying to change the laws?

Not always.

These kind of jobs only come around every now and then.

Mostly, I'm out there, selling our brand,

bolstering our reputation.

It's a dog-eat-dog racket out there

in the summer beverage world.

It's very cut-throat, like cartels.

But mostly, I spend my energy faking kind words and a smile.

See, I remember

you were one heck of a cheerleader back in junior high.

You got so fired up for those pep rallies.

You could barely hear what the other girls were saying.

Well, if you think I'm impressive with a megaphone,

imagine what I can accomplish

with a marketing degree and a smartphone.

I can only imagine.

Well, here's to the power of persuasion...

and new opportunities.

To new opportunities.

Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

Oh! I'm sorry.

Oh...

Here, I'll get that.

Thank you.

Maisie: Dad, come look at this.

I'd better go check out Maisie.

Oh, you got it. You did it?!

Maisie: Yeah!

That was awesome. Ooh, nice!

Hank: You're on private property!

Now, get off my porch, you vulture!

I'm serious! I'm gonna call the cops

and have you arrested for trespassing!

Man: You are the one who phoned. Was it you?

Do you understand me?!

Excuse me!

Hank: Now, get off my property!

Hank...

The vultures are circling, Evan,

trying to get the latest scoop.

They're claiming it was me,

but I didn't make that call, I swear.

What?

(exhaling sharply)

Oh, no.

Look, Hank may be a bit of a recluse,

but he's always been kind to Maisie.

I mean, there's no way he made that call.

No. I'm so sorry.

This isn't what my mother and I discussed.

I don't know how this happened.

(sighing) I better go check on Hank.

Missus Phillips says Hank acts so grouchy

because Missus Hank lives in Las Vegas full-time now

and he doesn't get hugs and foot rubs anymore.

Well, you know what Maisie?

You might be half right.

You're not leaving, are you, Trish?

We were having so much fun.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie,

but I have a big mess I have to go clean up.

Why don't you go find your dad?

Okay?

Mom?

You are going to call Ronette Matthew's immediately

and tell her to issue a retraction.

Mom: "Curmudgeonly Neighbor Calls Cops on Kids."

But this... this isn't what we discussed.

I mean, I-I...

I may have alluded to Hank possibly being the culprit,

but I mentioned lots of potential suspects.

I named off half the church choir.

She's gone and exaggerated my words.

You were supposed to talk to her about small-town injustice,

the big boot of bureaucracy coming down on the cute

and innocent, blah-blah-blah.

I got carried away.

(phone ringing)

Maybe that's Evan calling, to smooth everything over.

No. It's not him, Mom. I-I have to take this.

(phone ringing)

(exhaling sharply)

Hey, Karl, what's the latest?

I'm just wrapping up Texas.

Should be hopping on a plane by Friday morning.

So, it worked?

Karl: Oh, like a charm.

That last case in Overton was the curly straw

that broke the bureaucrat's back.

The Governor introduced

a lemonade stand law this morning,

all thanks to Sunny Day Lemonade.

That's... fantastic. Great job.

Come on, Trish. You know it's all because of your groundwork.

Okay? You ran the marathon, I just crossed the finish line.

What about you? How's the home situation?

Uh, to be honest, it's not going so well here.

I think this town might be a bust.

(sighing) Okay, listen.

I gotta tell you something.

I might have already told the head office

that you have things wrapped up there.

You're kidding me.

I mean, things were going so well,

I didn't want to lose the momentum.

I am getting nowhere here, Karl.

I am this close to a defamation suit

and I can't even get a basic vendor's permit.

This town's so damn lazy when it comes to summer hours.

And now, you're telling me failure's not an option?

To be honest, it never really was.

Here's the gist, the Sunny Day Lemonade company

loves what happened in Texas,

and they want Pennsylvania to be next.

Oh, for Pete's sake...

You know what this means, right?

Yep. Time to move on to Plan C.

So, what do you think?

Is this enough to finish that thing

you're building for the Solstice Festival?

What did you call it? A pergola?

It's a garden arbor.

Oh, uh-huh. Hey, still no word from her?

Who?

You know who.

Not since Friday, no.

Maybe she left town...

again.

Yep, maybe.

Listen, I'm sorry, Evan. That sucks, but, uh,

I really think it's for the best, you know?

What is it they say? When life gives you lemons...

Try not to get juice in your eye,

it could cause permanent blindness?

Something like that.

Did you know there is more actual lemon juice

in a can of scented furniture polish

than there is in an entire jug of grocery store lemonade?

Well, that's why I only drink Sunny Day Lemonade.

It's America's number one home-style lemonade

and lemon-lime beverage.

(Aaron chuckling)

Hey, Evan, can I talk to you a sec?

I'll meet you inside.

That she-devil reporter issued a full retraction,

apologized for getting her facts all twisted out of shape.

Maybe I won't be getting kicked out

of the Rotary Club after all.

(chuckling) Well, that's great, Hank.

You know, big of Vanessa to own up to this.

I'm glad your reputation's been restored.

Thanks, Evan. You've always been a good neighbor to me;

the old-fashioned kind,

the kind you can share a brewski with

or borrow a power tool from, or hell, both at the same time.

(both chuckling)

Oh, Hank, that reminds me,

you still have my leaf-blower.

What the heck is a "Lemonade Stand Sit-In"?

"Presented by the Sunny Day Lemonade,

"spokesperson Trish McTavish speaks for the rights

"of all young lemonade stand owners nationwide."

Wow, Dad, doesn't that sound awesome? She's so cool.

Evan: I suppose she is.

Trish: Hi, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

My name is Trish McTavish, and like most of you here,

I was born right here in Golden Valley.

I opened my first lemonade stand when I was nine years old,

about two blocks that way,

in a little brown bungalow with a red mailbox.

I left home after turning 18 to pursue my degree.

And then, after a job offer

from the Sunny Day Lemonade company

that took me all the way to

their head offices in Los Angeles...

Go, Rams.

- (laughing) - Go, Rams.

At first glance, it all seems so basic,

the idea of a lemonade stand.

Is there anything so perfectly American

this side of apple pie?

But what a lemonade stand represents

to a child's development,

that sense of worth

it inspires in our nation's young entrepreneurs,

the value of it

as a teaching tool,

as a way to bring a community together,

it just can't be ignored.

The irony is, no one is actually against

a lemonade stand.

No governor or police officer,

no county inspector or town clerk.

The problem is antiquated law.

What I do is shine a light

on the ridiculousness of these laws,

revealing a need for common-sense change,

exposing the regulations for what they are:

a legislative bunion on the toes of progressive policy.

(laughing)

What this meeting is here today? This is a call to action.

I am asking all the parents and children

attending, and any friends or family members

that you can rustle up,

to take part in a lemonade stand sit-in

this coming Saturday.

To showcase the unfairness of our current state laws,

we are going to set up as many lemonade stands

as we can squeeze onto the town hall lawn.

I'm even offering to provide the stands myself.

I have been building them.

This is a work in progress,

but I call her Matilda.

(gasping)

(laughing)

Well, I admit, there's still a few kinks I need to work out.

Whoops.

But I promise I will have enough for everyone this weekend.

I do encourage you all

to make your own signs and slogans.

And no cuss words, people.

Let's keep this PG.

And thank you for coming.

Stand up for lemonade stands.

(cheering and applause)

Woman: All right! Well said. Well said.

Stand up for lemonade stands.

(applause continues)

Let's do something about your lemonade stand.

Actually, I'm going to go talk to Trish for a minute.

All right. Can I go with my friends?

Yeah. I'll meet you outside.

I can probably offer some tips on this thing.

Oh, really?

Here I was, thinking I'd pretty much mastered it.

No. The design is solid.

But, uh, the structure has a few flaws.

Oh?

Do tell.

Well, ideally, I'd put some L-brackets here.

Oh. Or even better, you could put some hinges on

so you can fold it up and transport it.

The glue is starting to come off.

It's drying out already. But...

I happen to have some wood glue.

Do you just carry that around with you?

Never hurts to be prepared.

Could you, uh,

actually help me with this for a sec?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Now, can you just hold that up?

Yeah. There.

Okay.

Keep holding it.

- All right. - Okay.

Now, just hold it down.

Just a few more seconds.

There.

15 minutes, it'll be sturdy.

Fantastic.

Let's test it.

Wait. Look.

I'm good. But this thing is made out of plywood.

Just messing with you.

(laughing)

So, where's Maisie?

I heard her clapping out there earlier.

Uh, yeah. She's just out with some friends.

Hmm.

Listen. Um, I wanted to thank you.

For what?

Well, you arranged the whole redaction in the paper for Hank.

And I know it's not a big deal,

but in this town, reputation is everything.

Look. It's the least I could do.

If there's one thing I've learned from my mother,

it's to always own up to your mistakes.

And half of hers.

(chuckling)

I liked your speech.

Especially the part about the...

Legislative bunions on the toes of progressive policy?

Yep.

Believe it or not, that was actually improvised.

Huh. Very well done.

But I also liked the part about operating

your first lemonade stand when you were nine,

what it does for a kid's self-confidence,

and how it brings the community together.

That part, too.

Well, it all came from the heart.

With a little bit of practice.

Hmm.

So, you think you're going to be able to build enough of these

in time for Saturday?

Uh, I may have over-promised

that a little. I do that.

Hmm.

It's actually a great motivator. You predict the future,

and then you're forced to make it happen.

Hmm.

I think I might be able to help out with that, too.

Thank you. (chuckling)

All right.

(giggling) You did it to me.

Trish: I still don't understand why we couldn't have done

this work at the community center.

You know, I have the place rented out for another few days.

All on the company dime.

Trust me. This is where you want to be.

(sensor clicking)

(door clattering open)

(gasping)

So, this is where the magic happens.

Oh, yeah.

It's where I spend most of my time

when I'm not with Maisie.

Oh, it's beautiful.

It smells like Santa's workshop in here,

like I'm going to find little elves

baking cookies in cedar stoves.

Ha! I wish.

So, is this for the Solstice Festival?

You know, I still can't believe

that thing is still going.

Still? The solstice is eternal.

It was here before time began, and it'll outlive us all.

(chuckling)

Oh, and you should know,

your mother usually wins

the flower-arranging competition.

She grows great begonias.

Insane begonias.

Although there has been some rumblings.

That she's cheating?

Impossible.

I've seen the flower beds in her backyard.

Yeah. It's not where she grows them. It's how.

What, like she's using steroids or something?

Well, some folks are saying, but not me, mind you...

Mm-hmm?

Maybe she's using some sort of growth concoction

that she got off the dark web.

Possibly.

Okay. Like she's sprinkling crushed-up steroids

into the soil?

Something like that.

(laughing) Well, I'll tell you.

The reason that my mother's flowers grow so big

is because she shames them into performing.

You know how I know that?

It's because that's how she used to get the best out of me.

Whatever you say.

Hey.

We went to one of these together back then, didn't we?

The solstice dance?

Oh, yeah.

The Golden Valley Summer Solstice Festival, 2007.

Yeah.

Legendary. It'll be remembered as

the Woodstock of Golden Valley.

Mm-hmm.

And that's the last time we saw each other, wasn't it?

I left town a few days later.

Uh, that's right. Yeah.

I don't know why I didn't write. I didn't call.

Well, you were getting ready for college.

You were starting a new life.

I should have called.

And I even knew it back then, but it's like every day

that passed, it got a little bit harder,

till there was too much left to say.

I'm sorry, Evan.

It's okay.

We were kids, right?

Yeah.

And you know, just because I'm the one who decided to stay,

I've gone on to live an incredible life myself.

Sometimes it feels like I've lived three or four.

Right. Now, where is that? Ah. Here we go.

What are you waiting for?

Come on. Clock is ticking.

We got to build some lemonade stands.

Yeah. Okay.

All right. You can, uh, just start with, uh, the saw.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ 11 days since we last spoke ♪

♪ I rolled over just to poke your nose ♪

Very nice.

- Oh. That's just great. - Yeah?

♪ A force of habit that I just can't let go ♪

♪ Not going to lie I haven't got much sleep ♪

♪ The thought of losing you is killing me ♪

♪ Nights are cold without you here to hold ♪

Let me help you.

Thanks.

♪ I miss just staring at your face ♪

♪ I miss coming home to your warm embrace ♪

♪ You're my sunshine on a cloudy day ♪

♪ I know I made a big mistake ♪

♪ I know there's nothing more to say ♪

- Get back to work! - (Laughing)

♪ I just hope someday soon will be okay ♪

♪ Just take a little time, time ♪

Evan, can I ask you something?

Sure, but we are not changing the radio station.

It was a long, hard battle, but we settled on folk

and I think we should stick with it.

Oh. You know what?

Actually, I wanted to ask you about Maisie's mom.

Oh.

Uh, yeah. What do you want to know?

What was she like? How did you meet?

Uh, we met at Patterson's bowling alley.

Hmm.

The one up on County Road 8. Yeah.

Yeah. I was there with some friends,

and I was three-quarters of the way

through bowling this perfect game

when I set my sights on this bowler.

She was new to the sport.

You could tell,

because she was the only one there

swinging a bowling ball through her legs.

- Using her arms. - Yeah.

Like she was some really old farmer

rolling a really large pumpkin.

(laughing)

Ah, she didn't care.

She was just laughing the whole time.

She was too beautiful, and she was too happy

to care about something trifle like the score.

I thought, what do I have to lose,

and went up and introduced myself.

Asked her for some bowling lessons.

We were married 19 months later.

I'm so sorry.

Losing her,

I can't imagine how that was for you and Maisie.

Yeah. Well, Maisie was so young when it happened,

I'm not sure how much she remembers.

She doesn't always talk about it.

Well, you've been a good dad, Evan.

She's a great kid.

Well, I can't think of a better compliment.

So, thank you.

You know what?

Everything you guys have built here,

it reminds me of everything I left behind

when I left.

You know, I...

(phone chiming)

I thought I'd turned that thing off.

Could be important. Maybe you should answer it.

Oh, it's my mother.

She's sitting there all alone at home,

and she's asking us both to come over for dinner tonight.

No way.

Huh. Well, why not?

Because it's always a guilt trap with her.

She's trying to make a point.

Show me everything I'm missing

by not coming home to visit more.

You don't know her like I know her.

(chuckling) Now, see, what I remember is

your mom was one heck of a cook.

And I would die for a slice of her tiramisu.

I am feeling a little peckish.

Maisie is out on a sleepover.

So, technically, my night is free.

- Shall we? - Uh-huh.

I'm starving.

Me, too. Let's go. (laughing)

I think we made some good progress, though.

Yeah. I mean, I did a great job.

(laughing)

She pulled out all the big guns tonight.

Silverware and everything.

Swanky.

Thank you. Wow.

What is all this?

Mom, you really didn't have to

go through all this trouble.

We could've just ordered pizza.

It's just that having you here makes me so happy.

I can't remember the last time I had house guests.

Oh, no, Mom.

Just with your weekly bridge club,

your weekly book club, your weekly potluck club.

Oh, and your Friday night poker game.

Other than that, you're pretty much completely isolated,

out here all on your own.

- Well... - Like you're on Mars.

You came up with that list so fast.

You spend a lot of time rationalizing about your absence

I sincerely hope that makes you feel better

about yourself.

Oh, it makes me feel great about myself.

Fabu-tastic.

When did we start talking to one another like this?

We're all sarcasm and innuendo.

It's like we're two ironworkers razzing one another

at the bodega counter.

Trish: Well, I get it from Dad.

You? You were born with it.

Hmm. So, Evan,

what are your parents up to?

Mmm. Shucking clams

and hunting sailfish at their time-share in Barbados.

Never seen them happier since they retired.

How lovely.

And how much time do you get to spend with them?

Well, enough, you know?

We get together every Christmas. You know, birthdays.

Dad doesn't like to fly too much,

but you know, we make the most of our visits.

(whispering) Take notes, Trish.

And this violent uprising tomorrow?

Tell me more about that.

It's not a violent uprising, Mom.

It's a lemonade stand sit-in.

Think singalongs, not tear gas.

I'll remember to wear my helmet.

(chuckling)

Mmm. You know what's funny after all this?

We still have no idea

who the anonymous caller was.

Hmm.

You know, Mrs. McTavish, eh,

if you're feeling bad about Hank,

I don't think he's going to hold any grudges, so...

No. I don't think

that's what she's feeling bad about at all.

Is it?

Mom, what did you do?

Well, I did what any mother would do.

I found a way to bring my daughter home.

It was you? You made that call?

(coughing)

You didn't think I was paying attention

to all your talk of market value

and controlling the narrative

and finding the perfect story to best sell your product?

Well, this is me with all that put into action.

So, you called the cops on a little girl

just so you could bring me home?

County inspector, actually.

Could you pass the potatoes, please?

What is all this?

What is this? An apology?

Is this you saying sorry?

Sorry I made you fly halfway across the country

based on a lie?

Risking my professional reputation

just so you could have a house guest?

It wasn't just about a house guest.

Ugh.

I didn't just call any little girl.

I called Evan's little girl.

Because I knew back then what I know now,

and that's that you two belong with one another.

And I'm just so tired of you

being so unhappy.

Oh, my gosh.

So, um, maybe I should go.

You know, I'll check on Maisie.

Uh, Mrs. McTavish?

Is there any chance that you think

I could get a to-go bag?

I'll get some Tupperware.

(door hinge squeaking)

Evan, wait.

You don't have to leave.

I am so sorry. I had no idea.

I had no concept

my mother was capable of this.

(chuckling) I don't know. Maybe it's not so bad.

I mean, Maisie is enjoying the whole adventure of it.

And it still doesn't change the fact that

the law does need to be changed.

It doesn't matter who made the phone call.

What matters is the result, right?

You're really not mad?

Why would I be mad?

I'm not condoning what your mother did,

but she was right about one thing.

It brought you home.

Anyway, um, big day tomorrow.

We should probably get some sleep.

Okay. Good night, Evan.

Good night.

Oh, wait.

I had a lot of fun today.

Me, too.

Thank your mom for me.

(ignition turning)

(door hinge squeaking)

(dishes clattering)

So, he left?

Maybe I should drop off another plate

of lemon-pepper turkey as a peace offering.

We still have a drumstick left.

I think he's probably had enough.

Please don't do that, Mom.

I'm...

I'm sorry I messed all this up.

I hope Maisie doesn't get PTSD

over all of this

and winds up hating me.

I'm sure she'll be fine, Mom.

I don't think he'll tell her.

What about us?

We'll be fine, too.

I promise.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I was just, like, missing you so much one day

and I saw this clip

about these two little twins from Texas,

and they had their lemonade stand confiscated.

And then I was driving,

and I saw Maisie's lemonade stand

and I thought, "Well, shoot. Why can't that happen here?"

And you know...

(sighing)

I need to drop off a Bundt cake to Hank Wishlow

and apologize somehow.

(doorbell ringing)

Is that Evan, coming for seconds?

Karl: Hey.

Hi!

The Karl-meister made it. I am locked and loaded.

Are you ready to change the world?

Uh... Come in.

Is that your sister?

Hi. Nice to meet you.

♪

Karl: All right.

Okay.

Well, partner, we did it.

Ready to make some waves?

Yeah. It looks pretty good, doesn't it?

Eye-catching, yet organized.

It looks fantastic.

Protesters (chanting): If life gives you lemons,

make lemonade.

If life gives you lemons,

make lemonade.

You guys need a sign?

We're going to change this, guys,

with your support.

Great job, guys. Signs up.

Protesters: What do we want? Lemonade stands.

When do we want it? Now! What do we want?

Lemonade stands.

When do we want it? Now!

Wow. So, she really pulled it off.

Do you think we can still fit?

There's so many people here.

Well, don't worry.

We'll find you a good spot.

Protesters: Go pucker up, City Hall.

How's that for a spot, huh?

Maisie: Yeah.

All right. Let's get this set up.

Dad, it's crooked.

You need to pay attention.

Sorry, honey. How's that?

Better. Where's Trish?

I want to show her my lemonade stand.

I don't know.

Should be around here somewhere.

Hey. It's Uncle Aaron.

I didn't know he was going to be here.

Neither did I.

I'm going to go say hi to him. You okay to stay here?

- Yep. - I'll keep my eyes on you.

Woman: One dollar.

Well, aren't you

the cutest little thing.

You must be Maisie.

I've heard so much about you.

Would you like to buy a cup of lemonade?

Well, that depends.

What kind of lemonade do you have?

What do you mean, what kind? It's just lemonade.

Oh, summer child,

you're missing out on a whole galaxy of flavors

if you just limit yourself

to one tart seasoning.

There's roasted peach lemonade

and lemon thyme lemonade, and cherry/pineapple lemonade,

and hot honey/ ginger lemonade,

and sparkling blueberry mint lemonade.

And frozen coconut rum lemonade.

(inhaling)

My dad told me I can't let anyone put booze in my cups,

no matter what anybody tips.

We had a problem one time with a repeat customer.

Well, that's probably for the best, dear.

Some people turn into animals when they've had a few.

Yeah. That wouldn't be a problem.

Okay. Great. Hey there.

Follow me, after.

- Hey, Evan. - Hey.

I didn't think I'd see you here.

Yeah. I got myself some freelance work.

- Finally. - Huh.

With Vanessa Matthews?

She pays well, and on time.

Honestly, she's very photogenic.

I'm not complaining one bit.

Huh. Sounds like a sweet gig.

Good for you.

Yeah, yeah. What about you? Where's Trish?

I actually stopped by the other day.

I saw you two out back.

Why didn't you say hi?

You looked pretty cozy.

I didn't want to interrupt.

It's under control.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Oh, man. Is that Trish's mom?

Oh, she hated me.

What was her name again? Gladys?

She's a bit of a handful.

- I'll go check on Maisie. - All right.

- You have fun, all right? - Yeah. Enjoy.

So?

It's adequate.

Keep the change.

Mrs. McTavish.

It's nice to see you again.

(coughing)

Ooh. You okay?

Fine. It just went down the wrong pipe.

Maisie, those sure are ripe lemons

- you're using. - Thanks.

Have you seen Trish yet?

I was hoping to find her.

Actually, Evan, I'm not really a fan

of these sort of pep rallies.

I've been to my fair share in my day

that got quite out of hand.

Hmm.

The truth is, I dropped by to see you.

Me? For what?

I meant to give you more of these last night,

but you know, the evening ended so abruptly,

and I just lost track in all of the commotion.

You didn't have to do that.

Uh. One condition.

I'm asking you to please forgive Trish.

I mean, trust me when I say that

when it comes to Maisie and you,

she really means well

and she's really a good person.

Any parts of her that aren't,

I only have myself to blame.

Okay. Well, thanks.

Actually, could you hold that for one more second?

Hey.

Trish: Hi.

Oh! Little buddy. Good job.

Evan.

Over here.

Hey. I was just looking for you.

Wow. Look at all this.

Yeah. Not too shabby, huh?

People really like an occasion with a cause.

- Yeah. - Hi.

Hey. Evan.

Karl Rollins.

Oh. We work together.

Karl just got in from Texas yesterday.

Oh. I didn't know you were calling in reinforcements.

Yeah. Well, we're a team.

Partners.

Trish: We just had a big success in Texas, Evan.

The senate just voted unanimously to change the law.

That's fantastic.

Actually, that reminds me.

I got to make a call. I'll be right back.

Now it's happened in Golden Valley.

- Yeah. - It's real exciting.

Hopefully we just get the whole town involved,

and the local news will cover us and then word will get out.

I might do a little speech,

but hopefully Karl can take that one.

Soon enough, any town official not voting for the change

will quickly look out of touch.

Sounds like you know what you're doing.

Um, hey. Actually, we need to get some time

on air together. You know,

look good for the bosses.

Right.

Uh, and I should probably get back to Maisie.

If she sells all her lemonade,

she'll probably sell my truck.

(chuckling)

I'll see you later?

Sounds good.

- Nice to meet you. - A pleasure.

Was that an old study buddy?

Uh, Evan and I used to date, actually.

Back in high school.

Oh. Okay.

The way he looks at you,

it seems like it was more than a few dates.

It was a very long time ago.

Okay.

(people applauding and cheering distantly)

I can't believe you ate that whole thing, Dad.

Did you want some?

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Why wouldn't I be okay?

You look sad,

like when the Eagles lose in the playoffs.

Yeah. Well, the Eagles are a very heartbreaking team.

I swear they actually lose on purpose,

just by enough points to really make it hurt.

That's not why you're sad, Dad.

You're right. I'm just teasing.

Why don't you just go talk to her?

Trish is working.

She's busy right now, honey.

She doesn't look busy.

She looks like she's telling jokes

with that man with the funny hairdo.

Maybe you're right.

I probably should go talk to her.

You can give her this, Dad.

It's a present.

Huh. When did you make this?

Today. I was going to give it to Trish.

But I think you should instead.

You sure?

I mean, she's really going to love it.

You can still give it to her,

but just tell her it's from me.

Deal.

All right. I'll be right back.

Wish me luck.

Good luck, Dad.

Receptionist: I have an announcement.

The Golden Valley Town Council has agreed to hold

an emergency session

this coming Tuesday to discuss an amendment

to the existing lemonade stand bylaws.

All required permits are hereby waived.

- (cheering and applause) - Amazing. Wow.

Karl: We did it. You did it.

- No. We did it. Oh. - Congratulations.

Trish: Thank you.

Hey. It's gonna be all right.

What's wrong, Dad? She didn't like it?

I can make her a better one.

I promise.

Oh, sweetie, it's not that.

It's just she's busy. Let's let her work.

Ooh, man.

Dad is not feeling so good.

You made enough money yet?

Sure, Dad. I've got plenty.

- I'm tired, too. - Yeah?

Thanks, Dad. Today was really fun.

I'm glad. All right. Let's pack it up.

We'll put that in here.

Oh. Okay. All right. You ready?

Yeah.

(scraping)

(knocking)

Trish?

Hi.

Sorry. I know it's late.

But I didn't get a chance to talk to you

before you left.

Ah, that's okay. It was a big day.

You literally made Golden Valley history.

Congrats, by the way.

Yeah. Is Maisie already in bed?

Yeah. She fell asleep counting all the sweet cheddar she made.

I told her she should buy herself a new bike,

but she wants to put it all in a 401(k).

(laughing)

Here. Uh, have a seat.

Oh.

How's the project going for the Solstice Festival?

You all set for tomorrow?

You mean my garden arbor?

Uh, trellis.

(laughing)

I don't believe...

Uh, it's almost ready.

It needs one more coat of shellac, maybe.

Well, I came here to thank you, Evan.

Without you, today wouldn't have been possible.

None of it would have been possible.

I'm sorry we didn't get a chance

to celebrate together.

Well, maybe we still can.

(imitating explosion)

Yeah.

- Thanks. - (Laughing)

(laughing)

Evan, I...

I've enjoyed our time together

so much.

Being here, back home in Golden Valley,

being with you and Maisie,

it's been so wonderful.

I don't remember the last time

I've been this relaxed.

You know, I'm sleeping through the night again.

I can remember my dreams again.

You know, it used to be that

I always dreamed about the future.

And lately, it seems all I dream about is the past.

So, um, what next?

Now? The town council holds a vote

to change the bylaws.

Hopefully, that snowballs into

changes state-wide.

Sunny Day Lemonade will see

a huge sales increase

thanks to all the sweet publicity,

and then we're done.

Easy-peasy.

Hmm.

I meant, um,

what's next for you?

Oh. Well, I'm guessing

I'm looking at a substantial raise when I get back

to Los Angeles.

A corner office,

maybe a couple of club seats.

Uh-huh?

Mostly, I'm looking at a lot more work.

There are enough state laws that need to be changed

to keep me busy for the next 25 years.

- (phone chiming) - Um, sorry.

Oh, it's Karl, reminding me of an early flight.

Right.

Well, it is a pretty long drive

- to Philly International. - Yeah.

It's a good thing you have a partner.

Five hours.

Oh, I really wanted to say goodbye to Maisie.

Well, I'll make sure that she knows you said goodbye.

Yeah.

That reminds me.

She wanted you to have this.

Oh.

But she also made me promise

that you not open it till you get to Los Angeles.

You know, maybe the scent will remind you of home.

Golden Valley.

Tell her thank you.

And tell her it was a pleasure meeting her.

I will.

Hey, Trish?

I really enjoyed our time together, too.

(phone chiming)

I better go.

Bye, Evan.

It was fun.

♪

He's not like most people, you know.

Evan, I mean.

Listen. I know he puts on a brave face,

a big grin,

the odd bad joke every now and then.

But I know how hard these past few years

have been for him.

I've seen him,

and I've been with him

when he couldn't leave the house for months.

But you know what? He got better.

We're all better now.

But that sort of peace, it's fragile.

So, what I'm asking you, Trish,

is please, please be careful.

Okay?

And I know you like Evan.

I'm not blind. Everyone can see it.

So, when you make your decision...

be sure.

For Evan's sake and for Maisie's.

Just make sure you know what you want.

(car sensor beeping)

(ignition turning)

♪

Karl: You excited?

I've heard they're rolling out

the red carpet for us when we get back.

Party time in the executive boardroom.

Sounds great.

Something on your mind? You seem kind of distracted.

You know, I've been reading

about the water quality in these small towns.

Supposedly the pipes are so old and lead-lined

that it seeps into the water basin,

and it leads to slower brain activity.

You haven't been, uh,

drinking too much from the tap, have you?

This isn't me being slow, Karl.

This is me being introspective.

Just thinking about what's next for me.

Like what?

Like the call I need to make to Oahu tomorrow morning,

dealing with that colossal muck-up.

Well, that's what you live for, Trish.

It's what you're great at.

It's what we do.

What do we do again?

We touch hearts to change minds.

Haven't heard that one before. Where'd you get that?

Probably from some marketing textbook

somebody left on my desk.

I mean, I don't really remember.

You know what? That reminds me.

I've got a line on a bumper crop

of Eureka lemons coming in from Thai peninsula.

Might be worth checking out.

We could call it Lemonade Plus.

You keep staring at that thing, Trish.

What are you seeing?

Opportunity.

(scraping)

Hey, Dad. How's it going?

Oh. Hey, honey.

It's, uh,

going okay.

Wow. The wood looks really smooth.

It almost feels like my teddy bear.

Is it all done now?

Yeah. Yeah. I think it's done.

Are you ready? The festival starts soon.

I want to make sure I get a good spot.

Last year Betty-Jo Shepherd got stuck out near the outhouse

and had to spend the whole night

wearing a clothespin on her nose.

You can kind of guess how much lemonade she sold.

I can imagine.

Yeah. I'm ready.

Do you think I should raise my prices tonight?

Now that everything's legal

I'll have a lot more competition.

I heard Mrs. Phillips has been up

baking gingerbread cookies for five nights straight.

Huh. Well, it's entirely up to you, sweetie.

You kind of have to learn to set your own moral ceiling

on this kind of thing.

Okay. Let's go.

Your uncle is going to be here soon.

Yeah.

So, you're sure this isn't a pergola?

Maisie: Definitely not.

It's definitely a trellis.

We learned about these in school.

It's not a pergola, not a trellis.

A garden arbor.

All right?

People are just supposed to walk through it?

Yes. It's an ornamental gate, guys.

That's what gates do.

You walk through them

and it leads to a whole new world.

A world filled with nothing but, um, flowers and garland,

lemonade stands,

and people laugh and they dance,

and people have fun all night long.

It's a place without heartache,

without headaches.

Only fun.

(birds chirping)

Let me show you.

Garden arbor.

Now I see why you spent so much time working on it.

Well, you heard the man.

No more headaches.

Maisie: Hey.

Right? Whole new world.

♪

Hello, Mr. Wishlow.

Hello, Maisie.

I'd like to buy one cup, please.

That'll be $2.50.

Oof. Pretty steep,

but I imagine the product speaks for itself.

And how are you tonight, Evan?

Oh, I'm doing okay.

Just enjoying the ambience.

Still waiting for you to bring me back that leaf blower.

There's something so special about these festivals.

You know, I've been coming to these

since I was Maisie's age,

and don't think it's ever rained once.

Not on a night like this.

They wouldn't dare.

Didn't it rain like hell the one year?

Was it '98?

That was a leap year, and it was barely a drizzle.

Anyhow, Evan, a bunch of us wanted

to get together and... Hmm. There they are now.

We all wanted to thank you, Evan,

you and Maisie,

for all you've done for us.

For this town.

A few of us held a raffle earlier,

and guess what. Maisie won.

We expect the proceeds to go toward improvements

on her next stand.

Mm-hmm.

Remember, neon is always in fashion,

and you can never have enough yellow.

Wow, everybody. Thank you so much.

Maisie and I really appreciate this.

Truly.

But there is someone else we should all be thanking.

The person who made this all possible.

Trish McTavish.

Gladys: I knew it.

I knew it!

I was telling all of you, my baby is coming back.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm-mmm ♪

♪ Don't worry about where we are ♪

You came back.

♪ Or where we've been ♪

I never left.

♪ Don't worry about how we could've been ♪

What about Karl?

Karl is Karl.

We work well together,

but I don't mix business with pleasure.

Never dated a co-worker, and I never will.

♪ Dance with me 'til we see the morning light ♪

What about a small-town carpenter?

Well, my schedule may have just opened up a bit.

Lucky me.

And here we are.

Right where we left off.

♪ You'll never be alone ♪

♪ As long as I have you by my side ♪

(laughing)

Mmm.

So, how'd they take the news down in Los Angeles?

When you gave them your notice.

Better than expected.

Karl essentially told them that he'd been doing my job

all along, so they'd basically be saving an extra salary.

Did you tell him your plan?

To become a small business advocate

right here in Golden Valley?

Use the skills I've learned serving mega-corp clients

to instead help mom-and-pop shops

fight government overreach?

Yeah. That one.

No. That's just for me.

You know, I think things are going to work out here for us.

You know, as long as I can set some visiting boundaries

with my mother.

Mm-hmm.

Life is one long negotiation.

(glasses clinking)

I would like to purchase one cup, please.

That'll be $5, please.

Oh.

Thank you.

(lemonade sloshing)

Thank you.

♪

So, how's business?

Good.

Oh, wow.

Trish: Good job.

Honey, this looks so good.

This is beautiful.

♪