[Cadence] Something terrible happened last summer,
and I have no memory of what, or who, hurt me.
[somber music]
We live, at least in the summer,
on Beechwood Island.
Our island was a fairy tale,
filled with kings and queens and castles.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no.
[Cadence] On it, we could be anything.
Tag!
You're it.
[laughter]
You seem different.
In a good way?
In a new way.
I mean, at a certain point, are you even really married?
My marriage is just fine.
[Penny] So was mine, until it wasn't.
[panting]
I imagine the divorce must be draining, though.
Mostly on my bank account.
He's hired a private investigator.
♪ ♪
[Cadence] I saw him writing me a letter,
with a beach flower he had dried and pressed.
And then something happened.
I knew how I felt.
[monitor beeping]
[sparse, dreamy music]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
Oh, God.
♪ ♪
Mom.
Cadence.
Oh, my God, Cadence.
What happened to me?
You're OK.
Sam, Sam, Sam, she's awake!
She's awake, she's awake.
[singer] ♪ With your feet on the air ♪
♪ And your head on the ground ♪
[doctor] OK, you're OK.
- OK, let's rip this. - [groans]
[Penny] You're OK.
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Try this trick and spin it ♪
♪ ♪
[Cadence] Here's what I do remember.
I shared a perfect kiss with Gat on the beach in June,
and I woke up in the hospital in August.
[singer] ♪ Where is my mind ♪
[Cadence] Everything that happened in between
is lost in the black hole of my brain injury.
[singer] ♪ Where is my mind ♪
[Cadence] The doctors tell us it's normal...
normal to experience amnesia after trauma,
normal for patients to change their appearance,
to need painkillers to manage the migraines.
My family won't tell me what happened
the night of my accident.
♪ ♪
The Liars haven't spoken to me all year.
♪ ♪
The pills only work for the headaches.
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Where is my mind ♪
[Cadence] But to cure the heartache,
I need to know the truth.
And so I have to return to Beechwood.
[singer] ♪ Where is my mind ♪♪
[groans]
[singer vocalizing]
♪ ♪
[Penny] You didn't have to wait up.
[Carrie] Oh, I don't sleep anymore.
Cady, look at you.
Are you feeling OK?
Nothing painkillers and vodka can't fix.
She's kidding, she's kidding.
That's, um, that's her humor now.
That's different.
Yeah, Dad's three-quarter-life crisis.
Calls it New Clairmont.
It's nothing like it used to be.
She's hoping that being here will jog her memory.
[waves lapping]
My doctor said that being in a familiar setting
might help, but that...
that isn't familiar at all.
New Clairmont is jarring,
but this is still Beechwood.
Come on, let's get some sleep.
Everyone's so excited to see you in the morning.
- Are they?
Yes, they are.
It's all they've been talking about for weeks.
Come on.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ Flower and the thorn ♪
♪ You took my hand and I took yours ♪
♪ My heart was stolen ♪
[Cadence] All the secrets of summer '16
are still here on the island...
in the sand where Gat first kissed me,
on the shore where I washed up,
barely breathing, two months later.
And I won't stop until I have the whole story.
[Gat] I do think you're pretty.
[Cadence] My story.
You're so pretty it's distracting.
I don't want to lie anymore.
[singer] ♪ Out of the ashes we come alive ♪
♪ For eternity we'll survive ♪
[gasps, groans]
[singer] ♪ We can live forever ♪
♪ We will be here forever ♪
♪ Everlasting, live from within ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Out of the ashes ♪
♪ We come alive ♪♪
[Gat] Cady, I once read that the best days
deliver a series of small astonishments.
This candy expresses my feelings inadequately.
From Gat.
I need to tell you something.
What's better, a guy giving you
a dried beach flower or a candy?
That's not from a guy-guy.
This is Gat.
Gat sends you weird little notes all the time.
Well, maybe Gat is a guy-guy now.
Ugh, we had a moment.
I knew there was a vibe.
I mean,
I guess I'll be happy for you
instead of despairing the fact that the Liars dynamic
will be changed forever.
See, that's the thing, right?
The other day, I saw him writing me a letter,
and he put a dried beach flower inside the envelope.
But then he changed his mind, and he put a taffy in it
instead, which he's done a million times before
in, like, a friend way.
So maybe that's his way of saying that I...
Maybe he's just contemplating the potential fallout.
As should you, Cady.
I will.
I am!
[sighs]
All right, I'm out.
[Cadence] Wait, what did you come up here for?
Oh, it's not worth talking about
while you're all heart-eyes.
I um...
You focus on Gat.
Get yourself alone together and see
if he wants any more moments.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[dog barking]
[upbeat music playing]
[Cadence] Hey, guys.
Thanks, Lydia. You're the best.
[indistinct chatter]
Thank you for the present.
Yeah. Yeah, no big deal.
[Penny] Uh, girls, please come make a plate.
- I know that there's so many... -What do you guys want?
Mirren, aren't you gonna eat?
No, I'm feeling kind of pukey.
- Mm.
Your tummy always hurts when you're keeping a secret.
Tummy, Johnny?
Stomach. I'm not five.
Right.
Yeah, you're a grown-up who has somehow sexted yourself
into eternal virginity.
Who was...who was the guy who brought you
a drink at the party boat?
Golf bro, looked like his name was
something like Shep Calloway.
Winchester Prescott.
Tucker Asherton.
[Harris] Oh, well, if it isn't Brody Sheffield.
Good morning, Sinclairs.
- Hey, baby. - Oh, my gosh, you're here.
- Bonbon, Liberty... - I missed you so much.
[Brody] Oh, I missed you tornadoes.
- Oh, bug. - Oh!
I thought you missed your flight.
Oh, I...I did,
so I woke up at the crack of dawn
and I made the drive in.
Figured I'd sneak in from the service dock and surprise you,
but Harris blew my cover.
- [chuckles] - [kiss]
[Brody] Wow! Look at that.
That's fantastic, little bug.
You drew that water with pencils?
Look at how the light dances through it.
I'm glad you could tear yourself away from the office.
[Brody] Oh, the office will always be there.
Getting crushed by you on the golf course,
however, is a rare treat.
[Tipper] Ah, Harris's favorite Father's Day tradition...
disappearing to the club all morning.
To give you space to prepare your favorite tradition,
the feast.
Oh, I see.
Tee time, 7:00 a.m.
Tomorrow.
Hope you haven't gotten too rusty.
Bring your A-game, boomer.
Hey, Ed, what do you say we take the boat into town,
get some ice cream?
- Littles, Liars, you in? - [Bonnie] Sure, Dad!
- [Liberty] I'm in! - [Brody] Ed?
You in, bro?
Sure thing, bro.
I think that Gat and Cady
were actually planning on staying here.
No, no, no.
I'm down for ice cream.
Yeah, same.
Awesome.
[upbeat music]
[singer] ♪ Oh, I know ♪
♪ Spiraling is miserable ♪
♪ I should probably go back home ♪
♪ Why does that feel difficult, difficult... ♪
[Mirren] Can I tell you guys something,
and you swear to not tell a single soul?
Yeah.
OK.
I saw my mom last night having sex with Salty Dan.
Oh, fuck.
Wait, like, the harbor service guy?
Yeah, the delivery pirate.
He had her all pressed up on the boathouse.
Their legs were just going...
you know, there's one there...
Ugh! Ugh, gross. Sorry.
Enough detail about Aunt Bess getting railed, please.
[Mirren] Yeah, well, I can't eat and I can't sleep.
I'm gonna develop a weird sex complex, obviously, so...
I'm gonna have to tell my dad.
I mean, I don't know, maybe talk to your mom first.
There could be a reasonable explanation, right?
Like what, fish boy is on my parents' celeb hall pass list?
Look, there's no excuse for cheating.
Ever.
We're supposed to have values...
honor, dignity.
Wait, did your dad...
I don't want to talk about it.
[Ed] You guys ready to head home?
[Mirren] Yeah. [Johnny] Yeah.
[Mirren] Let's do it.
Do you guys want to go to the bookstore?
We could leave the, uh, boat taxi for you guys
to take later.
Uh, if Gat wants to.
No, I just--I'm gonna wait for the Fourth of July sale.
Yeah, we can go back to Beechwood.
[singer] ♪ Oh, I know ♪
♪ Spiraling is miserable ♪
What's it mean?
[singer] ♪ I'd be someone no one knows ♪
♪ I guess I'm just difficult, difficult ♪♪
- Oh! - Oh, no.
I thought we were gonna go sit on the beach
and have real adult conversations.
[Penny] I mean, we're almost done here, Bess.
Please?
I have mimosas.
Ooh, I'd love one. Thank you.
No OJ.
[sighs]
[Carrie] Well, waft it over here.
I will enjoy it vicariously.
Yes, because enjoying things through your nose
always ended very well for you.
[sarcastic laughter]
[Penny] Why are you so on edge, Care?
[Carrie] Children.
Boyfriend.
Parents.
[cork pops]
Fair.
Must be really hard for you both,
not being the favorite daughter.
[Penny] Oh, we'll see about that.
My Father's Day gift is excellent this year.
[Carrie] That's just Penny for expensive.
Don't you have a divorce to pay for?
Meh.
Well, I went sentimental with mine.
- Mm. - Ever the suck-up.
This year, I just want him to see that Ed and I
have our shit together.
It's a little late for boyfriend approval,
don't you think?
[gasps] Oh, my God.
Unless you're about to ask him to pay
for some big Indian wedding.
[Bess] Oh, Carrie.
Focus.
Tomorrow night,
we gauge his reactions to the gifts,
and then we meet and convene post-feast
and crown the winning daughter.
And what am I going to win?
[Tipper] The winner can wear my black pearl necklace
to the end-of-summer gala.
[Carrie] Wow.
Mom, um, competing for parental love
has lasting consequences on children.
Did you know that?
Well, when your dad is happy,
we are all happy.
May the best woman win.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
[Brody] Dude, I'm telling you, you gotta sit back
and let your money make money.
How much are we talking?
[scoffs] I mean, I didn't win the Powerball.
But, you know, I want to give Carrie some security
without Sinclair strings attached.
Maybe put a dent in Gat's college tuition.
Yeah. Yeah.
You know, on second thought, I think it's best
if I refer you to someone
a little more small-time.
My firm prefers a little more zeros and commas
than you're working with.
[foghorn blares]
Hey. I got you.
[dreamy music]
♪ ♪
Thanks.
♪ ♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[waves lapping]
[birds chirping]
[Johnny] 13 points?
[Gat] Unfortunately, it doesn't...that does not count.
[Johnny] What about that doesn't count?
[Gat] What do you mean? Mirren, tell him.
That's not...
[Johnny] OK, Gat is a cheater.
[Mirren] Oh, real mature, Johnny.
You guys are so...oh, my God!
Ow!
OK, OK, OK! Off the...oh my God.
OK, OK, OK.
[Mirren] Idiots! - OK.
[Mirren] What's the point of this?
You're gonna ruin the game.
- What? - What are you doing?
Stop, bitch! Oh!
[Johnny] Oh, no, Gat. [Mirren] Come on.
Serious? You guys, come on.
Cadence.
Hi.
[Johnny] Shit.
[Mirren] Oh, my God.
- Oh, Cady. [Johnny] Hey.
[Mirren] Thank God you're here.
All that testosterone in there was seriously
- starting to poison my soul. [Johnny] OK.
Cady, you got to settle this,
because we're playing dirty word Scrabble and Gat says
that "douche" doesn't count.
It means water.
- So go to New Clairmont and tell Harris that you're parched
and you need a cold glass of douche.
You're not gonna do it.
[laughs]
[sighs]
I know I look terrible.
Gat still thinks you're hot.
Careful, bro, those old-ass shorts do not hide a boner.
OK, Johnny, shut the fuck up.
Cady, you don't...
you don't look terrible.
[Mirren] Yeah, I like your haircut.
It's very Saint Laurent circa Y2K.
Yours is cool too.
Oh, thank you.
It's symbolic.
Lobster roll?
Since when do the moms let us skip family meals?
- Oh, I'm not hanging around that cold new house.
Those people will be fine without me.
You're so skinny.
Have the moms asked you for any diet tips yet?
Right.
Traumatic brain injury,
the next big fitness fad.
[Mirren] Don't joke.
We really were scared.
You were?
Cady, of course we were.
All year long, you didn't come to the hospital or call.
I thought you were mad at me,
but I can't remember what I did wrong.
My mom just thought you needed space, so...
and I got this new boyfriend.
I got really distracted by all the intercourse.
[Johnny] My call went to voicemail.
Sorry, I don't do voicemail.
I'm not a psychopath.
Yeah, my parents, um, they took my phone.
The screens make my migraines worse.
Well, you're safe here in the land of no Wi-Fi.
[chuckles]
Shall we start a new game?
How bad is it?
I mean, the amnesia and just...
I mean, just everything.
[Cadence] Some of my memories are coming back, but...
like, I went down to Taft Beach last night
to try to remember the night of the accident,
but I just couldn't.
Maybe your brain did you a favor
deleting that particular file.
Guys, just stop, OK?
I can handle it.
Was I swimming?
What, did I...did I fall?
We weren't there.
None of us were.
Why?
Why was I all alone?
[Gat] We don't know.
None of us know why you wound up in the water.
[Penny] Cadence!
[Cadence] I'm fine, Mom.
Relax.
Hey, nice hat, Aunt Pen.
Harris is up at the New Clairmont patio.
Go and say hello, Cady.
I will later.
No, you slept in.
Your cousins have already visited with him today.
Oh, my God.
All right, I'm coming.
Hey, Cadence.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
We just thought you needed some time.
♪ ♪
We're really sorry.
♪ ♪
"Douche" counts.
If you wouldn't say it to Tipper, it's a dirty word.
[Johnny] Thank you!
But you spelled it wrong, Johnny.
[Johnny] What? - No points.
[laughs] You did!
You spelled it with an O. It's D-O-U.
[Johnny] Pathetic. I quit.
This game sucks.
[Mirren] Oh, you're such a sore loser, dude.
Because you...
[waves lapping]
So Gat had two perfect opportunities
for you guys to be alone together,
and he blew them off.
I wish I could just ask him what he thinks.
But sometimes moments are just fleeting, you know?
At least you know now.
You can be cool.
You can just go back to being normal.
Pretend nothing ever happened.
Right, but he's not acting normal.
That's the problem.
What up?
Hey, you guys want to play Scrabble?
- [Mirren] Yes. - [Johnny] Can we do it stoned?
[Cadence] How was the water?
Oh, see, Johnny can kick my ass in tennis,
but not in a swim race.
Whatever, dude.
My shorts got more drag.
- Ew. - Ew. Stop, Johnny.
- That is gross. - So gross.
Here, I got the good shit.
Hey.
Oh, hey, is that next on your reading list?
[Gat] This one? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I finished that Andrew Jackson biography.
It was actually really interesting.
Oh, here we go.
[scoffs] If you skip the Trail of Tears lecture,
I'll give you five Andrew Jacksons.
Dude, you gotta admit, it's fucked up
he's still on our money.
Besides, don't you guys ever think about, like,
who was on this island before Harris?
Harris's dad?
[scoffs] All I'm saying is that there should be limits
to what one person can own. That's it.
Can you just shut up? Can we just play?
[Johnny] Shut up forever.
Shut up and Scrabble, seriously.
You know what, guys? My...my letters suck.
I forfeit. I'm gonna go find a new book.
Wait, Gat.
Seriously, let him go, OK?
Ever since he got back from India,
he's been obsessed with the evils of colonization.
I'm over it.
[lighter clicks]
[birds cawing]
[Tipper] So the appraisal authentication,
and the original bill of sale
from when my family acquired it in 1949.
[sighs]
Mm.
Thatcher,
hello.
Are you staying for dinner?
Uh, no.
No, my, uh...my boat's waiting.
I'll arrange for transport for next week.
Mm-hmm.
My Sotheby's guy will be ecstatic.
Thank you.
You're selling the Thornton?
Well, your dad hates it.
Only because your dad loved it.
I'm replacing it with a Britteridge
Harris has been on about,
a Father's Day gift.
Well, you should have had Ed sell it.
He's kind of killing it.
Did Carrie tell you he's curating Spike Lee's vineyard
collection this summer?
Hmm.
Thatcher will be, um,
more discreet.
[sighs]
I don't intend to discuss
the sale with your father.
It's none of his concern.
The Thornton is a...
it's a Taft heirloom,
not a Sinclair asset.
So you're putting the funds from the sale
into a separate account and buying the new piece for Dad
with Dad's money?
I am not some 1950s housewife, Penny,
who's collecting an allowance from her husband
to get her hair done.
I am selling my favorite piece
to alleviate your cash flow issues.
So don't give me that face.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Sorry. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that tone.
I was up very late with Lydia planning the feast,
and I'm just...
I'm so tired.
[scoffs]
When I asked for your help,
I thought you would write a check,
not pull off an art heist.
[Tipper] Look, I...
I didn't pry into why your divorce is so messy
because, well, I have always believed
that women are entitled to our secrets.
But your father is also entitled to his peace of mind,
and if he sees such a big transaction,
he won't settle for your vague answers.
♪ ♪
Go fetch.
Go get it.
Go get it, go get it, go get it.
[Ed] Beautiful day.
No garish party boat to interrupt your tranquility.
Oh.
I suppose I didn't notice.
Right. Um...
uh, Harris, I, uh, wanted to talk to you.
You know, Carrie and I have been together for a decade,
and out of utmost respect, I'm here to ask...
Carrie thinks it's outdated to ask a man
for his daughter's hand in marriage.
Antiquated, she says.
Yeah, but you value tradition, so...
Mm-hmm.
Well, per Roman tradition,
the suitor would offer the father
a symbolic gold coin for his blessing.
That's what Brody did.
I thought it was a nice touch.
Hmm.
- I'm kidding. - Oh.
[laughs] Right.
Yeah.
You know, I suppose you're an improvement over her eloping
with a junkie who would ultimately abandon her
with two kids and terrible credit.
Oh, you suppose?
No, I'm just wondering...
Why now?
You seem content
without making it official.
Yeah, I mean...
yeah, my parents are traditional too,
and they have opinions about kids out of wedlock.
We want to add to our family.
Hurry up.
Sit.
Salute.
Good boy, Franklin.
Yeah, most people, they slack off with their training.
It's important to never let a dog forget his place,
think he's a person.
Diligence is key.
[Tipper] A little positive reinforcement works, too.
What did I miss?
Well,
darling,
I was just welcoming this young man to the family.
[gasps] Oh, Ed, congratulations!
I have something for you... my mother's wedding ring.
Well, I ought to clean up my old golf clubs for Brody.
Oh, don't mind him.
Hey.
I don't tell you to shut up.
I would never say that to you.
I know.
I just...
I don't know
how to be you and me, ever since...
[sighs]
I was just trying to act normal, and I...
I said something that I didn't mean.
Can I?
But I do not
want you to shut up.
Maybe I should.
Look, I know I... [sighs]
I know I've been annoying.
You...you said I was acting different.
You're right.
I feel different.
I like that you're different.
I like that you care so much
about the things we don't understand.
We don't really want you to shut up.
When we say that,
we just mean we love you.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
We should go downstairs, I think.
Cady.
♪ ♪
Shut up.
[singer] ♪ I feel I've known you all my life ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I just hope we don't run out of time ♪
[grunts]
[singer] ♪ The one constant you ♪
♪ ♪
[door squeaks]
[footsteps approaching]
I'm interrupting.
No, no, no, no, no, sir.
Yes, I most certainly am.
[Cadence] Uh, we're just looking at...
[nervous laughter] Books.
Have you read "First Base and Beyond"?
[clears throat]
Uh... [laughs]
Ah.
Ooh.
Well, you... you might like this.
Thank you.
Watch yourself, young man.
Pardon me?
Your head.
Watch yourself
or you could get hurt.
Mm.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[Gat] There you are.
[Cadence] Do you remember summer '11?
We played Tipper's favorite record so much we warped it.
Sounded all messed up.
Yeah, "Tapestry."
Mm-hmm.
I'm scared memories are like that.
Like, if you play one favorite memory too many times,
you might warp it.
Change it.
What's your favorite memory?
All year,
the last thing I remembered from summer '16
was you kissing me on the beach.
I kept going back to it every time I was scared or sick.
But maybe I warped it.
You know, maybe I'm wrong
about how perfect it felt.
Maybe it was just a kiss.
It wasn't.
[scoffs]
It...it was perfect.
Then why didn't you call?
All year, I thought you hated me.
And you were so hot and cold last summer,
I thought I must have done something
so unforgivable the night of the accident
that you wouldn't have...
We're not allowed to talk about summer '16.
What?
All right, listen.
Penny gathered everybody up for this...
this big meeting today...
Whoa, whoa.
Since when do any of you obey the moms' rules?
Listen, she said it could trigger
your...your migraines so bad that you spend days in bed.
Look, we... we all decided that...
You all decided?
Jesus, Gat.
Listen to me, please.
You have to let it go.
Can we please just be here, me and you?
Please?
♪ ♪
I'm so tired.
I'm gonna go.
Cady, please.
You know what, maybe you're the unforgivable one.
Maybe I don't forgive you for bailing on me all year,
and then looking at me like you are, and touching me...
That night fucked me up as well, all right?
That's...that's why I can't fucking talk about it.
♪ ♪
Look.
That kiss, that kiss on the beach,
that was my favorite memory, too.
It really was.
I'm telling you, Cady, I am telling you,
nothing else matters.
[sighs]
Don't you trust me?
I don't remember.
♪ ♪
[fire crackling]
- That was bad. - That was fine.
- You think it's fine? - You think it's bad?
He gave you a book.
He gave me "Wuthering Heights."
[Johnny] There you are.
Triple-decker s'mores, anyone?
Hey.
What's up?
Nothing.
We were just, uh, talking about tomorrow.
You know, my dad and I used to go
to the museum before the Father's Day feast,
but, well...
Hey, let's do something awesome, then, all right?
[Cadence] Mm-hmm.
Like, replace all Harris's gifts with glitter bombs.
That's not exactly what I had in mind.
Or, or, or...you know those foam parties in Ibiza?
Mm.
If we could get into the sprinkler system
and load it with industrial-strength soap,
- then we... - Get the gardener fired.
I mean...
Oh, my God, Gat.
Dude, you used to be fun.
Johnny, just lay off him.
Look, not everyone has... has a private island to ruin,
all right?
You'll contaminate the irrigation,
- wreck the ecosystem, and... - OK, Gat.
- What, what? - We get it, bro, we get it.
Like, we're roasting marshmallows on stolen land.
[Cadence] Johnny.
What...what should I do?
Do you want me to tell Harris to return
Beechwood to the Wampanoag?
Do you want me to hurl my emergency Amex into the sea?
Fine, Gat, fine.
You know, of course I won't be able to take
you to all those Knicks games.
You love those games, right?
But you never ask about the ticket prices.
You're being an asshole, all right?
[Johnny] Yeah.
Yeah, I am an asshole.
I was born this way, bro.
It's a fucking congenital privilege.
I've embraced it.
And guess what, dude?
It's better than being the type of asshole who pretends
to be all holier than everybody
when they're actually the fucking asshole.
Be fucking real, dude.
Do you think you haven't caused destruction this summer?
Do you think that you aren't wrecking a perfectly good
- ecosystem, right fucking now? - What are you saying?
- Fuck you! - No, fuck you!
- [gasps] - Really?
Stop!
- You want to fucking go, dude? - Don't fucking touch me!
[Brody] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, walk it off. Go.
[Johnny] You're such a fucking hypocrite.
[Brody] What the heck?
[tense music]
You all right?
♪ ♪
[birds cawing]
[door squeaks]
You're up early.
Yeah, couldn't sleep.
[Gat] Yeah, same.
Came to find coffee.
Do you...
Uh, what happened last night?
You and Johnny, you're just, like,
not getting along all of a sudden.
I don't...things are different this summer.
[Cadence] Yeah, I get that.
But why was he calling you a hypocrite?
I think...
he feels like I'm making some bad choices.
Like what?
Like me?
OK, well, then he can mind his own business.
He's just being protective of you.
That's it.
Well, the one person I don't need protecting from is you.
Right?
Yeah.
I should go get dressed.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just tell me, why didn't...
why didn't you give me the beach flower?
The what?
You wrote me a letter, like you always do.
And I saw you
put a flower inside of it, but then...
Oh.
What, did you think it was too much?
Yeah.
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Yeah, too much.
I mean, we just made out, right?
Yeah.
Totally.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I have to go get ready for the feast.
I hate Father's Day.
[Tipper] Happy Father's Day.
Oh.
Oh!
[laughs]
Would you look at that?
[sighs]
- The Britteridge. - Mm-hmm.
How did you know?
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
It makes the room feel much more grand, don't you think?
Mm.
Yeah, you were right.
It's...it's much better.
Yeah.
Don't tell me you want to display that Thornton
in the Boston house.
No.
No, no.
That is...is just going away to storage.
It's gonna be a problem for the next generation.
Thank you.
Of course.
I do love when you wear these.
I know you do.
Well.
Shall we, my liege?
Oh.
[chuckles]
If you insist, my lady.
Oh.
♪ ♪
- Yeah. - Mm.
- Oh. - [chuckles]
My queen.
[Tipper] Ready?
- [triumphant bugle call] - [Tipper] Man of the hour!
[cheers and applause]
[group] All hail the king!
No, this fanfare is absurd.
It's just...it's ridiculous.
You girls, you're all grown.
- Dad. - It's tradition!
[Harris] Oh, tradition, all right, all right.
[chatter, laughter]
- Oh, yes. - Your cape, Granddad.
[Tipper] The cape, the cape.
[Harris] Yeah.
- You little traitor. - Sorry, Granddad.
- Here you go. - Aw.
[applause]
- Yeah! - Speech!
- Speech!
All right. All right.
[fanfare concludes]
My loyal subjects...
[laughter]
I thank you for another wonderful gathering
to celebrate a bountiful summer in the land of milk and honey.
Hear, hear!
[Gat] Cady, about earlier...
[Harris] As I look upon the generations,
I'm reminded of a father's most noble duty...
to produce a son.
- Oops. - Oh.
[Harris] And if that fails, to see to his daughters'
every outlandish whim,
even if it means wearing a gingham tablecloth
decade after decade.
But, as always, I command you,
bow to Queen Tipper...
- Oh, stop. - [cheering]
[Harris] Without whom I would most certainly be
a malevolent ruler with blighted crops
and a castle of ice.
- No. - He wouldn't.
And now we feast.
[cheers and applause]
[upbeat music]
[singer] ♪ In this stress dream ♪
♪ Every day is Halloween ♪
♪ I had a panic attack on the Underground ♪
♪ Man, I felt like a circus freak ♪
♪ But I'm going down swinging ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, I'm going down swinging ♪
♪ ♪
♪ So let it rain ♪
♪ On my fading light ♪
♪ I can take it ♪
♪ Give me hellfire ♪
♪ Watch me keep my cool tonight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Watch me keep my cool tonight ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Watch me keep my cool tonight ♪♪
[soft music]
♪ ♪
I wanted to tell you.
Actually, I wanted him to tell you.
Who's Raquel?
She sucks. She's a total trash goblin.
Don't lie.
Fine.
Uh, I don't know.
She's just a girl.
And we went to a Knicks game.
She was cool, I guess.
She had, like, three hot dogs.
Who are we talking about?
Uh, Gat's girlfriend.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
I'm really sorry, Cady.
Not a big deal.
His behavior makes complete sense now.
It's fine.
[chatter]
I'm sorry.
Earlier, I was a jerk this morning.
- You're good. - No, I'm not.
Look, I don't like this. We haven't talked all feast.
Really?
Is there something important you forgot to tell me?
[clock chiming]
[Will] Presents! Time for presents!
[Penny] The time has come!
[Bess] Get this party started.
[♪ The Turtles: "Happy Together"]
- [Carrie] It's time! - [Bess] Girls, come on in.
[Penny] Come on, everyone.
- [Carrie] To the king! - [Penny] Come on.
[Carrie] Where are you sitting?
[laughter]
[Tipper] Hey, guys.
Come on, come on, let's go.
In your seats, everyone.
[glass clanging]
Hear ye, hear ye.
May I present your youngest heir, Princess Bess.
[Harris] Oh, Princess Bess.
Let's see what you have.
My king, I offer you...
[Harris] Mm-hmm.
...a gift of memory.
Ooh, OK.
- [chuckles] - All right.
- What is it, Dad? - Oh, my...
It's all of our home videos,
digitized and optimized.
Greatest hits of the '90s,
rescued from the VHS graveyard.
[Harris] Oh, fantastic.
Look at that.
[Tipper] And now, Princess Penny,
what do you have to offer?
[Penny] It is the gift of practicality.
All the bells and whistles.
- It'll catch the fish for you. - [Harris] Oh, my God.
[Tipper] And finally, Princess Carrie.
[Carrie] The gift of majesty.
[Harris] Ooh. Would you look at that?
The Sinclair family crest!
Oh, thank you, honey.
[Tipper] Beautiful, honey.
Oh, that... look at that.
[Harris] Oh, it's wonderful.
It's a wonderful thing.
- Oh. - Yeah.
[Penny] Happy Father's Day, Dad.
- Thank you. - Happy Father's Day.
- It is a happy Father's Day.
You've all done a wonderful job, thank you.
All my children.
[indistinct chatter]
I'm sure today must have been difficult for you,
what with Sam not here and all,
but I find the best way to feel better
is to appear perfectly fine.
So you go take a moment,
and then chin up and shoulders back.
[singer] ♪ I think about you ♪
Remember who you are.
[singer] ♪ Day and night, it's only right ♪
♪ Day and night ♪
♪ It's only right ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
[Gat] Sorry.
I...I wanted to tell you about her.
So tell me now.
Who is she?
Look, I met her in India, OK?
But it turns out that she lives a train stop
away from me in Brooklyn.
And our moms were friends, and...
I like her a lot.
She gets me.
Well, I don't.
I thought I knew you.
But the Gat that I knew, my Gat,
he would never kiss me while he had a girlfriend.
He wouldn't keep us both secret.
Maybe you don't know me, then, Cady.
You've never met my mom.
You've never seen my room over the air shaft.
You only know me here, Cady, OK?
OK, you're...you're like this royal family.
I mean, everyone is rich and white except for me,
Ed, and the staff.
None of that matters to us.
It matters to me.
It matters to me because you don't see any of it.
You don't.
How when you eat Harris's dessert,
Lydia gets chewed off for not serving what he asked.
How...how messing with the sprinklers
- gets Paolo in trouble. - Paolo?
The groundskeeper.
That's Henry.
Oh, my God.
[waves lapping]
Henry got fired last year.
He got blamed when our dance party wrecked the tennis court.
You didn't know, right?
I didn't. I'm sorry.
[Gat] You guys never say thank you when they serve you.
You don't pick up after yourselves.
Why would you care to ask the guy mowing the lawn his name?
I have waited so long for you to see me.
The truth is, people like me just
exist in the background of the story
you tell about yourselves.
That's it.
That is bullshit, Gat.
You're my best friend.
I have been in love with you since we were 12.
You never saw.
And then out of nowhere, you're...you're finally here,
looking back at me.
So forgive me for not wanting to blow up my fucking life
just because you were in the mood to hook up.
I'm sorry, all right?
That is not true.
Stop saying that.
You're the one who kissed me, Gat.
Twice!
I wish I never did.
I hate myself for it, OK?
[soft, somber music]
♪ ♪
Cady, I didn't mean...
I'm sorry.
[singer] ♪ Hey ♪
♪ When you're coming apart ♪
♪ When you're coming up empty ♪
♪ Like a shot in the dark ♪
♪ Hey ♪
♪ When you're closing your eyes ♪
♪ I know that you're tired ♪
♪ Let me tell you again ♪
♪ All the light ♪
[crying]
[singer] ♪ I'm seeing ♪
♪ Is coming from you ♪
♪ ♪
♪ All the love you're needing ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is coming from you ♪
♪ And it never ends ♪
♪ And it never ends, and it never ends ♪
♪ And it never ends ♪
♪ All the love ♪
♪ You're needing ♪
♪ Is coming from you ♪
♪ And it never ends ♪
♪ And it never ends, and it never ends ♪♪
- Hey, listen, I was thinking maybe
I should hold on to your medication
just so that I can, you know, monitor better.
Did I try to kill myself that night in the water?
What?
Is that why you're telling everyone
not to talk about it with me?
Because you're scared I'll do it again?
You didn't try to hurt yourself.
Then why?
Why?
- Oh. - Why?
Why did you forbid everyone from talking to me
about my own fucking life?
Cadence, Sinclairs don't yell.
We don't yell, we don't curse,
we don't air our problems in mixed company.
I've lived my entire life by your dumb Sinclairian rules,
and they're not working anymore, Mom.
They work if you follow them.
What?
Why are you doing this to me?
I am doing my fucking best.
I spent 17 nights in that hospital chair.
I took you to every neurologist in New England.
When you couldn't handle school,
I relearned fucking calculus so you wouldn't fall behind.
I cleaned up your vomit, I lay awake listening
to your nightmares, and I brought you back to this place.
[exhales sharply]
The doctors said it was best not to overwhelm you.
They said it was best if you remember on your own,
that it is best to manage your pain.
So that is what I am doing.
I am doing my best.
Post-traumatic amnesia is caused
by brain injury
or a disturbing event...
an attack, an assault.
Mom, did somebody hurt me?
Just take a deep breath and calm down.
[tense music]
Right.
Chin up,
shoulders back.
♪ ♪
[chatter]
♪ ♪
[Johnny] Don't let it ruin your summer.
[Cady crying]
[Johnny] He's just a guy.
Cady.
I don't know if I'm a good person.
Me neither.
I'm winging it.
Hey, you want to steal a bottle of something from the moms,
get drunk at the lighthouse, and talk shit
about Gat and his useless motorcycle license?
[laughs]
Yeah?
- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.
[soft folk music]
- [Bess] Molting? - [laughs]
Is that the word you're looking for?
- Oh, God. - But, like, in a cute way.
How come we never have Mother's Day on Beechwood?
Because all I want on my special day is some peace...
[all] And quiet.
Precisely.
Oh, and here I am having it,
with my three favorite women in the world.
Well, he loved it. You outdid yourself.
Oh, but don't think that we don't know
that you paid the Littles a silver dollar each
to go along with that bit.
Shh, shh, shh.
The queen's secrets are key to all family rituals.
It's very delicate.
You'll see someday.
All right.
[clears throat] What was the verdict?
Which of us was tonight's favorite daughter?
Let's be real, we don't stand a chance.
None of us is gonna be his favorite daughter.
We grew up, we got messy, and Harris hates mess.
♪ ♪
[Carole King] ♪ Soon within my tapestry ♪
[Carrie] So his favorite is always going to be
the daughter that didn't grow up.
[singer] ♪ He sat down on a river rock ♪
♪ And turned into a toad ♪
♪ It seemed that he had fallen ♪
♪ Into someone's wicked spell ♪
- [Tipper] Rosemary! - [Rosemary] Hi, Mom!
- [Tipper] Oh, good girl. - [Rosemary] I love you.
Hi, Daddy! I love you!
[chuckling]
[singer] ♪ As I watched him sorrow ♪
- ♪ There suddenly appeared ♪ - [Tipper] Good girl.
[singer] ♪ A figure gray and ghostly ♪
♪ Beneath a flowing beard ♪♪
[Penny] I think it's about that time, ladies.
[trills] Yes.
[Penny] I'm gonna wake this one up.
[clears throat] Mom.
[Carrie] Yeah, Bess, what are we doing?
Mom, it's time to wake up.
Mom.
Mom?
Mom? Mom?
Help, help, help, help!
[muffled scream] Help!
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[Cadence] Gat was right about one thing.
Beechwood is a fairy tale,
and our castle's made of sand,
and we ignore signs of trouble.
We pretend our pain away.
♪ ♪
But not every fable ends happily.
Some stories have no hero at all.
[dog barking]
Sometimes all the king's horses
and all the king's men
never do put the broken pieces together again.
Sometimes...
[glass shatters]
The castle crumbles.
[light piano music]
♪ ♪
[singer] ♪ It takes an ocean not to break ♪
♪ It takes an ocean not to break ♪
♪ Company ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It's a terrible love ♪
♪ And I'm walking with spiders ♪
♪ It's a terrible love ♪
♪ That I'm walking in ♪
♪ ♪
♪ It takes an ocean not to break ♪
♪ ♪