I really don't know what you're talking about, officer.
No, sir, I haven't heard a thing.
I wish I had more information for you.
Nah, I didn't see anything weird that afternoon.
After school? Um...
I was probably studying.
I was at home.
Do I need a lawyer?
Are we done here?
Ah, Moe.
Hey, baby.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Remember anything new?
A-Anything at all.
Just what we already told you.
You shared everything with the officers?
Yeah, of course.
There's gotta be something more because,
you know, you showed up, and then she just disappeared.
Okay, I understand that you're worried, okay?
We all are. But she said she doesn't know anything.
I'm sorry, I... I just... I... just need to know that she's okay.
- It's just, she's been gone two days. - She'll come back.
I ran away once. It's a phase.
You try it, I'll kill you.
Shit. I gotta go back to the hospital.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm good.
Look, it's gonna be okay, Mr. D. It's not like she can get pregnant.
I mean, she can, but... but she won't.
Look, all I'm saying is she's a really smart girl--
Okay, we're gonna go pee. I'm... I'll see you outside.
- Okay. - Let's go.
You are making things so much worse--
Moe!
What is he doing here?
What the fuck?
Holy shit!
Think he was telling the cops about the car?
- Well, we did drown it in the lake! - We can be a little more quiet.
- Here. - What is this?
Coffee.
- I lied. It's tequila. - Are you insane?
Come on, Tabby, you've been known to party.
But not in the middle of the day at a police station.
I mean, I'm worried about you. Are you okay?
Well, my entire life has gone to shit,
so I may as well embrace the chaos.
But at least you're not being reported as a teen runaway.
Seriously, where the hell is she?
I've called her a thousand times, but straight to voice mail.
I mean, maybe her phone's turned off.
Well, yeah, I guess she's not trying to get tracked.
Honestly, so proud she thought of that.
How are we supposed to get in touch?
Just DM Sabine.
- "Tell Elodie to call her dad." - Subtle.
Would you prefer I go in there and tell Mr. D
she got in a van with a pansexual narcissistic rock goddess?
Okay, so you have a point, but what do we do now?
I think we should just act normal.
I told Noah I'd meet up with him at Ravi's.
Okay, but there's nothing normal about that.
Where have you been?
I was worried.
- Sorry, I was working. - Yeah, but you didn't get any of my texts?
The pitch meeting with Simon ran long.
That's weird because I texted Simon, and he's in Seattle.
- I can explain. - No, let me explain.
While you were wherever you were, I was here with our daughter
who's being questioned at a station.
- Hi, guys. - Hey, baby.
They find out anything about your friend?
No.
What's goin' on?
Yeah, Whit, what is going on?
Lori, come on. Would you just let me explain?
We're not gonna do this here.
You guys do what you need to do. I'm gonna go.
Of course, sweetie.
Did you need to do that in front of her?
Where'd you learn to play?
- My mom taught me. - I really liked that part.
Do you have lyrics for it yet?
Um... I don't have it all worked out. I was thinking something like...
- Is that bad? - No.
I love it.
Keep going.
Hey.
Your girlfriend took my ukulele again.
You mean my current paramour?
Whatever. We should head to sound check.
Okay.
Listen, we're on tour.
You can't piss people off by stealing their stuff.
Yeah, I borrowed it. And he's kind of an asshole.
Yeah, a talented asshole.
Come on.
You're merch bitch tonight.
I mean, first Brian breaks up with me. Now my best friend goes missing.
My junior year is cursed.
You're friends with Ravi?
I tutor his younger brother in Spanish. He's upstairs practicing verbs.
You're friends with Ravi?
You're here?
I told you I would come.
- Mm, I didn't think you actually would. - Bye.
So, we're... doing this.
Mm-hmm.
You know, the world has been waiting for Moah.
- Too far. - Uh-uh.
- Ooh! Oh, shit, it's Moe Pacquiao. - Yeah.
She's with me, bro.
You're not here to fight Brady again, are you?
Well, I came here to get drunk, but I wouldn't rule anything out.
What?
Why are you staring at me like that?
Um... just admiring.
You don't like it.
No, I do.
My mom always says that a man with a mustache is... hiding something.
- So what are you hiding? - My upper lip?
Um, I should go.
- No, no. - No.
You should stay here.
Trust me, I don't wanna leave.
Then don't.
Honestly, my parents are so caught up in their own bullshit,
I don't even think they care where I am.
- So does that mean you'll stay? - Mm...
It depends. Do you have any food?
How do you feel about sriracha?
On...?
Its own.
Enticing, but I have something else in mind.
Come on.
- Oh, really? - Yeah.
- Hey! - Hey. You were great tonight.
Thanks. How's it going over here?
Good. Um, we only have 15 shirts left.
- What? You sold that many shirts? - Yeah.
- You should be our new tour manager. - Yeah?
Hi. Um, how much are the buttons?
Two dollars.
But...
they're free if I give them to you.
- Perfect. - Thank you. Can I get a picture?
Oh, my God. Of course.
We're so cute! I love it!
Oh, my God, tag me in that. I'll put it in my story.
- Thank you. - Thank you! Bye!
So the buttons, that's just, like, your thing?
Uh, Tabs Foster says she wants you to call your dad.
I gotta be backstage.
- Hey, Sabine. - Oh, hey.
Hey! How you been?
Yeah! Who's my next victim?
I want a rematch.
You really wanna lose again?
- Has anyone seen Brady? - He said he'd be here later.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah. I'm just gonna...
Whoa. I mean, I know I'm not the best at math,
but that's a pretty intense vodka-to-cranberry ratio.
What is it? Is it your dad? Is it... Is it Brady? What's going on?
Well, I was coming here to try to forget about both of those,
which is proving to be impossible.
I'm sorry.
Listen, I was thinking,
I wanna tell the boys about the shit Brady did to Tabitha.
- People should know. - What? No.
That's supposed to be a secret.
Tabitha would kill me if she knew I told you.
Okay, but he can't just get away with this.
No. Noah...
you can't tell anyone.
- Okay, but I think that we sh-- - I have a better idea.
One that involves less thinking.
Listen, it's tempting, but... it's a school night. It's getting late...
Not when you're suspended.
And I fall center-stage before the song even starts. I was like,
"Rock 'n' roll!" from the floor.
- It was so funny. You just kept playing. - You didn't stop?
I came in at the bridge of that song. It was so funny.
- I'm so glad you were there. - Hey, I'm Elodie.
What do you do?
Uh, right now, merch.
Uh, but... but I... I also sing. I mean, a... a little bit.
You should play that song that you were working on today.
What? No.
Hey, come on, do it.
Um... no, I... I really don't want to.
Diva already!
You know, she dropped out of school
and ran away from home because her dad is a total dick.
Rock and roll, right?
A-Actually, he's not that bad.
That's okay. We're all vagabonds here. The road is our home.
Hey, you.
- Oh, my God! Mickey! - Hi.
- Ah, I had no idea you were here. - Oh, my God.
- Well, that is the beauty of a surprise. - You look so beautiful.
- Stop it. - You do.
You freak, you didn't tell me!
What ended up happening with the restaurant job?
Well, it turns out,
people aren't trying to hire a guy with two priors.
Sure I can't change your mind
- about dessert? - Um...
No, I... I think we're good.
All right. I'll leave this for whenever you're ready.
- I've got it. - No, no, no. It's... good.
I had sriracha for you, so this is the least I can do.
Maybe just... a little short.
Why don't we split it?
We could always dine and dash.
Well, I think that might be a little bit risky.
- I was kidding. - Right.
Um, excuse me. Here you go.
It's on me.
- Some boyfriend I am. - No, you're fine.
My dad's too busy blowing up my family to even check the bill.
Thank you.
Of course.
You remember that time
- we got arrested in Santa Fe? - Oh, my God.
Yeah.
It was so funny. You were amazing with that cop.
- No... - Wine in a box?
Sure.
- Thanks. - Oh, that's a cool tattoo.
Uh, thanks. I... I got it with my friends.
Are they with the band?
Uh, no. They're back home, in Portland.
- It's really, really good to see you. - You too.
Excuse me.
Watch your head.
- Is that your stomach? - No.
It's...
- It's a dolphin unicorn. - No,
- it's a narwhal. - Really?
It's the unicorn of the sea.
- Wow. Tell me more. - Yeah, see...
I know these things 'cause I'm smart.
Wait, I... I really have to pee.
Okay.
But I'll be right back, okay?
- All right. - Don't move.
- Okay. - Don't!
I'm not movin'.
She's pretty hot, right?
Ugh. Brian and I are off again. Maybe being single's actually good for me.
Relationships are overrated anyway.
Susan B. Anthony, Mindy Kaling,
Jane Austen... Who am I to question them?
Oh.
Oh, my God. Did you hear about Brady?
What now?
AJ just texted me.
Turns out Brady sunk his own car.
He has so many layers.
- I'll make it up to you. - It's no big deal.
All set?
Yeah. Thank you.
Thank you.
- Shit. - Everything good?
Yeah. Just an SOS from Moe. I think she's stranded at some party.
I should go rescue her. You wanna come?
Uh, as much as I'd love to give Moe a hard time, I should probably get home.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- Listen, a job's not gonna find itself. - Okay.
- Call you tomorrow? - Yeah.
Okay.
Davis-Block residence.
Hello?
Hi, Spence.
Elodie?
Yeah.
I'm sorry I got you in trouble.
It's... It's okay.
Um, can you put Dad on?
Dad, it's Elodie!
- Elodie, are... are you okay? - I'm fine.
You gotta tell me where you are. I will come get you.
I'm not coming home
unless you promise not to send me to rehab.
Elodie, you are 16. That is not an option.
I'm... I'm serious.
This is nonnegotiable! Get back here,
or you are grounded for life!
Doug, do whatever you need to do,
just... get her home.
- El... - Yeah?
You win, hon. No rehab.
- You swear? - I swear.
J-Just come home now.
Okay.
Don't look at me like that.
Moe, what is going on?
Brady is telling people he sunk his own car.
- What? Wait, why would he do that? - I have no idea.
Okay, I just don't get it. I mean, what is his endgame?
Is it remotely possible that this could be a good thing for us?
Moe, you're a little bit drunk. Brady only does what's good for Brady.
Yeah, but now that he's confessed, maybe that means we're off the hook.
But the question is, why?
Oh, shit!
Hey, Noah!
- Hey! - Yo.
- Hey! - What are you doing out here?
I've read Goodnight Moon, like, 200 times.
- I'm not gonna ask. - I'm sorry.
I... I had to come and talk to Tabitha about something.
You seriously left a man in his underwear?
So, you guys coming in or what?
No.
No, I... Actually, I think we're just gonna go home.
Really? Were you not gonna say goodbye?
Good night, moon.
Good night, party bro.
Good night, cute boy.
Yep. Okay. Don't worry. I'll get her home safe.
Yep.
Thanks.
Put on your seat belt.
Bye!
Hey.
- I need the keys to the van. - Oh, sure.
Hey, Elodie.
What's wrong?
Why were you kissing that girl?
She's just a friend.
Then what am I?
You knew what I was about.
Hey. We're gonna head to the bar down the street.
It's 21 and over, so...
Yeah.
You should come. They probably won't even check IDs.
No, I'm going.
So, see you back at the motel?
No, I'm going-going.
What? Seriously, you're leaving?
Yeah.
Come on, Elodie, don't you think you're being kinda ridiculous?
Am I?
Do you even want me here?
Not everybody's cut out for the road.
Yeah, you're right.
I know where I belong,
and it's... not here.