Previously on The Summer I Turned Pretty...
It was probably Belly who called it off.
The wedding?
You can take care of him, right?
If she's not with Conrad, then where is she?
The program is completely full.
No. I really, really need this.
It is just not possible.
- I'm sorry. - It sounded like you said...
Paris.
Did I make a huge mistake?
Buy yourself a ticket on the next flight home.
Okay.
She didn't call.
I'm not leaving you all alone
- when you're hurting like this. - You're not my mom.
- What are you trying to do? - Trying to help. I need to do something.
You know this isn't some problem for you to fix, Conrad, right?
- You are the problem. - Isabel!
Meet my girlfriend Max,
and my friends, Celine and Benito.
Um, I'll be right back.
You tracked down your stolen bag and mauled a man.
I think you can figure out
a way to stay in Paris if you really wanted to.
I really feel like you're worth it.
And I feel like we're worth it.
You stayed here for no reason.
So why don't you get the fuck out
and never come back.
I don't think he'll ever forgive me.
- So I give up. - Or you're giving him space.
Sometimes that's all you can do.
The wedding was just-- it was a bad idea,
but that doesn't mean that things have to end.
I'm not the same person that I was.
What does that mean?
I think I'm gonna stay.
Hey, Mom. Happy Thanksgiving.
I wish I could be with you guys. Um, I've just got so much
going on with my new job and my apartment.
Anyway, I got to get started on my stuffing.
I'm cooking for my roommates. Love you. Bye.
Morning, Romain.
What's this mess?
Um, I couldn't find Stove Top anywhere.
Um, I'm making stuffing.
Uh...
How do you say, "stuffing"?
Um...
"Chair filler" from scratch.
I don't have time for this. I'm late.
The... more... slowly?
I'm late.
The hot water isn't working again.
It's your turn to call the landlord, you asshole!
You do it! I'm late.
Bastard.
Bonjour, Manon!
- Good morning, Isabel. - Hey.
What's that smell?
It smells like old fish.
Um, have you guys ever had stuffing before?
It's, like, an American tradition for Thanksgiving.
And I'm-I'm gonna take it to work with me to share
but I thought I could leave you some...
- Hmm. - If you want to try?
Hmm, that's very kind, but no thank you.
Yeah. Cool.
What is this girl doing to the bread?
It's to celebrate her genocidal holiday, no?
Huh.
Coffee. Nice.
Sorry.
No problem.
Yeah, that's right.
I don't know what that means.
When I had the idea of studying abroad in Paris all those months ago,
the part that secretly thrilled and terrified me...
Bonjour.
...was that I'd be doing something
truly on my own for the first time in my life.
It was a chance for me to test myself,
to find out what I was really made of.
- Uh... - Ah, non.
Three months in and it turns out,
I'm weak and homesick
and I'm really bad at French.
♪ They said, "Babe, you got to fake it till you make it" and I did ♪
♪ Lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die...
Every time before I speak in French,
I practice what I'm going to say.
Je vais prendre un pain au chocolat, s'il vous plaît.
Bonjour.
I'll have a chocolate croissant, please.
Mm-hmm.
But it doesn't matter how much I practice...
Anything else?
...because she only ever answers me in English.
No, no, thank you.
♪ I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday ♪
♪ Every day...
I go to school online most days.
Isabel, pop-corn.
- And I work at the same time. - Merci.
♪ I cry a lot but I am so productive...
And since working in Paris means working under the table,
it's not one shitty job.
It's two.
The homesickness I've mostly learned to just accept.
It's like a dull ache that never goes away.
The French 76 is made with vodka. This is gin.
Je suis désolée. Répétez, s'il vous plaît.
The French 76 is made with vodka.
This is gin.
The... Uh...
Vodka. Vodka.
But then there are times when I feel it in my bones.
Désolée.
A sudden, wild yearning for home.
Hey, you guys haven't tried my stuffing yet.
For the people who know me.
Oh, yeah. We forgot.
Well, now is a perfect time to try it, huh?
- Mmm. - Max, you too.
- Mm-hmm. - You guys want some?
I'm good.
You know, I'm actually not eating gluten at the moment.
Since when?
My boyfriend made this last year.
And it was so good.
So we'll see.
Pretty good.
Last year it was pretty good.
Hmm.
You know, they're probably all sitting down to eat soon.
At your home?
No, they're all spread out this year.
My brother's hosting a Friendsgiving
- with my best friend and my ex. - Friendsgiving?
Je ne sais pas.
Oh, my God.
I'm so homesick.
And so lonely.
Thanks a lot, putain!
No. No, no. You know what I mean.
Why don't you just go home for a bit then, babe?
Because I-I haven't gotten what I wanted yet.
I'm still figuring it out.
But don't you want to at least spend Christmas with your family?
Of course I do. But that's the problem.
I haven't seen or changed or learned enough yet.
And I'm afraid if I go home, I won't be able to make myself come back.
Something's wrong with your toilet.
Désolée.
Please tell me this is a new one.
Okay.
- Be brave. - Thanks.
- Hi! - Hi!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving, Belly.
Uh, did you finally talk my brother out of trying
to deep-fry the turkey inside of the apartment?
Yes, thank God.
Um, Jere saw, like, a spatchcocking TikTok
and insisted on doing that instead.
Cool. Um...
Babe, are you there?
You okay?
Don't mind me.
- Hello? - How's he doing?
Uh, he's just...
he, uh, he...
he's kind of the same.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I-I know that this is, like...
weird and hard.
Excuse-moi. Bouge pas, bouge pas. C'est rien.
Hello? Belly?
Ah, il a été là.
Um...
Uh, did my mom, uh, send you any of those church lady pies?
Yeah. Three.
I'm hiding one
- so I can eat it after everyone leaves. - All right, baby.
We got five minutes.
Take your top off, leave the skirt on. Come on.
Oh, my God, Steven!
- Wh...? Belly? - Yeah, dingus.
I'm FaceTiming with your sister right now.
- Hey! - Ugh...
Hey. S... Sorry, I didn't, I didn't know, um...
You know, we're just, uh, doing Friendsgiving.
Yes, I know that!
Can you please just put a fucking shirt on?
I'm traumatized.
Can you put your shirt on?
- And get the fuck out of here. - Oh, my God.
Come on, let's go to my room.
I'm so drunk.
Um, good evening.
Good evening.
So, how are your, um,
54 roommates and one bazillion crappy jobs?
My jobs are not that crappy,
and, uh, my roommates are--
are pretty great.
- I thought you said they hate you. - No!
No, no, no. Uh, we-we had coffee together this morning.
Yeah? Just tell me you're coming home for Christmas, Belly.
- Well... - Belly!
What, you don't miss us?
No, of course I do.
But, you know, I've been
thinking, and, um...
you could come to Paris for New Year's.
All my roommates will be gone.
And we could have a party!
Well... Lucinda did pay me back half of what she owes me...
Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!
- Twist my arm, bitch! - Yay! Okay.
- Oh, my God. - Okay, yeah.
I-I have to go, but I love you so much.
Yeah, I love you, too. Um... can you
tell Jeremiah I said hi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Totally.
Okay.
- Bye. - Bye.
Hey, Brett! Um...
You mind taking your-your shoes off, actually? Yeah?
Wow.
Hey, Brett.
You're a dick.
Hey. Hey, don't... come on.
- Don't be like that. Please. - Jere.
- It's not like that. - We're done.
Really?
Come on, man. Let's talk. C-Come inside. Let's eat.
It's not really what it looks like.
- I'm leaving. Asshole. - He needs serious help.
- Hey, where'd she go? - She's probably getting her coat.
Uh, dude. Stop hooking up with my colleagues.
- Stop hooking up with my friends. - Yeah.
Maybe process your emotions and feelings,
uh, I don't know, with people we don't know?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
You know what? It's Friendsgiving, two people are gone.
Please, don't shit where we eat.
How's Belly anyway, huh?
She's living her best French girl life.
And she invited me to go to Paris.
- What? - Over winter break, yeah.
- Oh, my God. Well, you have to go. - No. Fully.
- Mm. - She says hi. By the way.
I don't really like how quick you were to say yes to that.
- You're just gonna leave me here? - Wait. I'm--
That quickly?
That's crazy.
Okay, can you guys get a room, please?
These are all my rooms.
Yeah, I think the whole point of, uh, couch surfing
is that you're supposed to surf out at some point.
Jere, you can't avoid Finch forever.
You can't. It's... I mean...
It's not like Belly's even there.
Mmm, Belly who?
- Tay? Um... - Mm-hmm?
Did you, did you use a hand mixer,
or did you use the ricer that I asked you to use?
A hand mixer.
'Cause it was faster.
- Really? - Yeah. Got the job done.
Real... No, you didn't, 'cause they're gluey now.
It was your idea...
...to cook this whole entire, like, elaborate-ass dinner.
I just wanted to order Thai food,
- so don't get mad at me... - You--
...when I'm helping you, it's ridiculous.
Ooh, a doorbell. I'll go get that.
It was my idea to use the ricer,
- not the hand mixer. - Then don't ask me for help.
- Don't ask me for help. - Okay?
Yeah, how about gratitude?
- Hey. D-nice. - Hi.
Oh, my God, did you get my email,
- by the way, about the game changes... - Look who I ran into downstairs.
- Who? What? - It's our boss. Adam.
- Surprise. Brought some champagne. - Yeah.
Yeah, awesome. Thank you. Yeah, thank you.
- What the fuck? - I have no idea.
Uh, do you, do you mind taking your shoes off? Sorry.
Oh, yeah, no problem. Let me do that for you.
Hello, Jeremiah.
Dad.
W-What are you, what are you doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be at Kayleigh's parents' place?
Don't ask. She's there, I'm here.
- Hey. - Happy Thanksgiving.
- Yeah. - I brought champagne.
From my wedding.
What do you want me to do? Throw it away?
Bro, stuffing's bomb, sprouts are bomb, turkey's bomb.
You've outdone yourself, man.
- So bomb. - You made all this?
Uh, yeah.
With Steven and Taylor's help.
- They made the mashed potatoes. - Mm-hmm.
- You're welcome. - Mashed potatoes, not bomb.
- You can leave. - I think they're great,
and I always say, you're nothing without a good team.
Like these two.
My lieutenants.
Smart, ambitious, loyal.
That's the stuff you can't teach.
So, is this about me not taking the Breaker gig, Dad?
Good times.
No, I have zero issues with you finishing school, Jeremiah.
You're finishing school? I didn't even know you were taking classes
this semester.
Uh, yeah.
- Yes, I am. - Yeah, he's taking
- online classes. - Oh.
You don't even come by the frat house, dude?
I'm hurt.
What a dick.
That's funny.
'Cause I thought Jeremiah was living in the fraternity house.
Oh, shit.
What I meant was that--
Can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah.
Thanks, dude.
My mashed potatoes aren't good and then you ruin the fucking dinner.
How was I supposed to know?
I have been trying my damnedest
to cut you some slack, but this is...
- ...this is too much! - Dad, please, be quiet.
Please.
- Can we-- - So...
...you've been lying to me.
For months.
Yeah. Yeah, can you blame me?
- Excuse me? - Look, when I told you I needed
an extra semester at school, you acted like I was the biggest moron on Earth.
And then when I told you I was calling off the wedding,
y-you assumed I screwed something up, because that's what I do.
- I never said that. - You never said that to my face.
Then you told me my credit history is ruined forever
because I had the nerve to back out of an apartment
that I was supposed to share with my wife.
So, yeah, I lied about going to school.
Go ahead, tell me how much of a fuckup I am
and tell me how you're just burning money for my dead-end future.
Aren't I?
Not everything is about money, Dad.
You're right. It's not.
So let's take it out of the equation.
- What? - I'm cutting you off.
No, you got to figure out how to do things on your own, without a safety net.
Are you, are you kidding me right now?
And it's not because I care about the money, it's because
- you've never had-- - Hey, now that you're cutting me off,
I don't have to listen to your shit anymore.
He basically called me a deadbeat.
- W-Where does he get off? - Yeah, I mean...
you don't have a job.
Yeah, and you did, um, sort of drop out.
- And you don't pay rent. - Wow.
Wow.
Okay, honestly, man, uh, look... a job would be good for you.
Uh, it-it might bring structure.
Is this, is this your way of kicking me out?
- Yes. - No.
Yes.
Well, fine. I'll just crash at Denise's place, then.
What?
Suck it, loser.
Just FYI, he sleep-cooks.
- Yeah. - Okay, look, I-I don't sleep-cook.
- That's crazy. - Okay, well, he wakes up
in the middle of the night and makes food,
- loud as hell. - Oh, my God.
- In his boxers. - Mm-hmm.
- Which is a plus. - What?
Okay, look,
I-I know it'll be a hassle, D, but please,
I don't have anywhere else to go.
Ugh, okay, fine, you can stay with me for one week.
- Just one? You sure you want a... - Okay, yeah, just one. Mm-hmm.
- No... - Okay, one.
- You want to help me pack? - No, I am not your mother.
All right.
Please?
Oh, my God, I already hate myself.
Okay. Fuck you.
- To you both. Thank you. - You're welcome. Yeah.
- Have fun. - Jesus.
Try this.
Hmm.
Needs salt.
Oh.
I've had heartburn all day.
Mm.
Did you move the Pepcid?
No, it's in there.
Uh, I don't see it.
I think you moved it.
Move.
I told you it was in there.
Thank you.
Hi, Connie. Happy Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - What?
Um, Laurel, hey, I-I got your text about Christmas.
I just wanted to give you a call 'cause...
uh, I wanted to make sure that it was cool with Jere
if I came.
Have you talked to him?
No,
but Steven says he's fine with it.
And Belly?
I talked to Belly this morning.
She is staying in Paris for the holidays.
Oh.
Did she say how long she was staying?
No, but she asked me to send her more winter stuff,
so I'm guessing... a while.
Things must be going really well, then.
That's great.
I was thinking about...
I don't know, I was thinking about maybe reaching out to her or something?
Do you think that...
she would even want to hear from me?
I don't know, Connie. I can't speak for Belly.
No, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah. - But if you
really want to know if she's ready to talk,
you're gonna have to risk finding out for yourself.
Oh, boy, you sound like my therapist.
Always telling me I need to get better at uncertainty.
That I need to stop trying to control everything.
And what do you say?
"Fuck you, uncertainty sucks."
You're not wrong.
Yeah, I know. Neither is he.
So does that mean I'll see you for Christmas?
Yeah. Yeah, definitely.
- I'll be there. - Should I heat up the gravy?
- I don't know, John. - I'm gonna let you go, Laur.
Uh...
have a good night, okay?
You too, Connie.
Thanks.
- Bye. - Bye.
Dear Belly.
Firstly, I don't even know if I should be writing you.
If this is allowed.
If it's not, just say so. I'll understand.
I should be memorizing the cardiovascular system,
but I'd rather be writing you.
Sometimes I try to picture what your life is like over there.
♪ Then we're replaced...
I imagine you sitting in a little café, drinking...
♪ Behind us, and the memories...
What does Belly in Paris drink?
Café au lait with lots of sugar?
Along with some disgustingly sweet pastry?
Or maybe Sour Patch Kids.
♪ Shouldn't I try? ♪
Do they have those in Paris?
♪ Justify my own-made mess...
I bet if they do, you've found them.
♪ Shouldn't I give up? ♪
Or maybe French Belly doesn't eat junk food.
- Bonjour. - You're probably different over there.
Je voudrais un sac, s'il vous plaît.
- Merci. - Merci.
I bet Paris is beautiful during the holidays.
I hear you're staying there for Christmas.
I guess that means you're happy.
♪ Don't cry, don't lie, don't sigh, don't mind...
I like picturing that.
♪ Crossed-out names...
Well, Merry Christmas, Belly.
♪ They've left a mark...
I hope Paris is everything you dreamed it would be.
Conrad.
Hey. You sure you don't want me to stay and help you close up?
No, it's fine. I've watched you do it a hundred times.
Mm. If you're sure.
Yeah.
Go be with your family.
And, you know, I'm kind of psyched to spend Christmas Eve on my own.
I've got a whole plan.
Okay, then.
Merry Christmas.
Ciao.
♪ Rockin' around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ at the Christmas party hop ♪
♪ Mistletoe hung where you can see ♪
♪ Every couple tries to stop ♪
♪ Rockin' around the Christmas tree ♪
♪ Let the Christmas spirit ring ♪
♪ Later we'll have some pumpkin pie...
Hi. Hi.
♪ You will get a sentimental... ♪
- Hi. - Hey.
- What are you doing here? - Feliz Navidad to you, too.
Feliz Navidad.
So, what are you doing?
I thought you would be open.
What kind of bar closes on Christmas Eve?
I thought you were going to London to see some of your friends.
Train strike. Now I'm stranded in this freezing city,
and even my dear friend Isabel is leaving me out in the cold.
I'm sorry.
Come on in.
- Gracias. - Warm up.
- Do you want a glass of wine? - Uh, yeah, sure.
So, this is how you're spending Christmas Eve?
Yeah.
Got a fire, got wine...
and I've got that giant box of chocolates that Celine got me for Christmas.
Hmm.
- What? - Um...
Nothing, it's just, um, very uninspired.
"Uninspired."
Okay, so what's your...
amazing plan, then, besides...
you know, lurking in a bar that isn't even open?
Well, the streets are empty tonight.
And I believe there's beauty in emptiness.
Huh.
What?
It's just very, um, pretentious artist guy of you.
Are you gonna recite Baudelaire as you wander?
No, I was, um, thinking Neruda, actually.
- The poet. - Yes, darling.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her,
and sometimes she loved me too.
I'm impressed. Do you know the rest?
Nope.
Usually, a few verses are enough to impress American girls.
Hey.
Why don't you come with me tonight?
No, no way, it's warm in here.
How about we play for it?
I win, you come with me.
You win, I leave you alone to your
bottle of wine and your giant box of chocolates.
You're on.
No! No, no, no, no.
Double or nothing, double or nothing.
- Double or nothing. - No, you said that two games ago.
Okay, just face it, you suck and I win.
I don't suck, but you're good.
Okay.
All right, put your coat on.
Are you seriously kicking me out?
No, I'm coming with you.
Okay.
- What are you doing? - Uh, driving us to Place des Vosges?
Uh... Um, what am I even supposed to hold on to?
Uh, me?
Isn't that kind of dangerous?
It is if you fall off, so maybe don't do that.
No, after all that wine you drank, no, thank you.
Fine, we can walk if you want.
Whoa... Who said anything about walk?
The streets are empty, it stopped snowing, teach me how to drive.
Fine.
- You got it? - Mm-hmm.
Easy. Excuse me. Okay.
Hold on tight.
Mom, I'm starving. When's dinner?
We'll eat whenever Jeremiah gets here.
He has to finish his shift at the restaurant.
Hey, Connie, did you get those ornaments from upstairs?
No, I forgot, I'll do it in a second.
- Okay. Thank you. - Yeah.
Did you remember...
I still think it's crazy that our dad cut Jeremiah off.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Sounds like he's been figuring things out, though, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Does everybody hate me?
Do you still hate me, dude? What's going on?
Okay, I-I don't want to do this right now.
Okay.
No, you're right. Sorry.
Nobody hates you, man.
Yes, Jere does. Jere hates you. But I don't hate you.
I just don't know how to be around you anymore.
Not with everything going on with you and Jere, you know?
I get it.
I'm glad he has you. I just miss you, too.
I miss Jere.
Even before all this stuff, I miss the three of us.
Messing around, getting in trouble.
You know...
ever since he got that job, he does seem better.
Yeah. That's what Taylor said.
- Taylor? - Yeah.
Yeah, it is crazy to me that you guys still talk.
I know. It's kind of a weird twist of fate
that the only person who texts me back is Taylor Jewel, but...
Yeah.
You nervous, man?
I mean, you know, nervous to see him?
Let me guess. You have a, uh, bullet point Notes app list on your phone.
What's wrong with a list?
- What the fuck? - What's up?
Um... No. It's nothing. It's just work stuff.
I-I-I'll deal with it, um...
Look, y-y-you guys are gonna be fine.
Okay? You guys are brothers. You'll work it out.
Thanks.
Take care of your work stuff, dude. I'm gonna go get those ornaments.
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah.
Um...
- Hey-- - This is Denise Russo.
Leave a message.
Okay, hey, Denise, can you call me back, please?
I-I have no idea what the fuck just happened,
but I-I don't know, I got an email from the guy at Dunster Capital
saying they're stopping our funding? I-I don't understand.
Can you just please call me back whenever you get a chance?
- Please call me-- - Ho ho ho.
- Everything good? - Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Uh, just, you know, uh, calling the girlfriend. Uh, Taylor.
Oh. My mistake.
I thought it was you melting down over my buddy at Dunster
deciding not to fund yours and Denise's little company.
No.
No, uh... What? I, um...
Oh, no, no, no. Go ahead, lie to my face some more.
Does this...
This means I-I'm fired, right?
No. No.
I'm impressed you had the balls.
Well, actually, no, it was Denise who had the balls.
Not surprising.
All right, see you at work on January 2nd.
No hard feelings. - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Actually... Adam, um...
I quit.
What?
Oh. You sure you want to do that, Steven?
Yes.
No hard feelings?
All right, let's peel some "po-tah-toes."
♪ Jesus saves, and Bubba scores ♪
♪ A childhood you'll always mourn ♪
♪ You found your things out on the floor now ♪
♪ And you believed in every maybe ♪
♪ Sha-la-la, it drove you crazy ♪
♪ Tough as nails and built for breaking ♪
♪ But you were just a kid when they told you ♪
♪ you'd been born to bleed, little soldier ♪
♪ With your garden heart and sentimental boulder ♪
♪ Oh, it pulled you down ♪
♪ Look at you, you made it out ♪
- Jeremiah's here. - Everyone, come grab a dish.
Coming.
- Hey, kiddo. - Hey.
At least turn the heat on. It's freezing.
I really thought I could go in there.
- It's okay. - It's not okay.
I can't go in that house without thinking about the two of them.
They ruined it for me.
And now he gets the family and he gets Christmas.
And I'm just...
I lost everyone.
Not everyone.
We're your family, too, and I am not going anywhere.
Sorry I was such a dick to you at the wedding.
It's okay, sweetheart, I know you were hurting.
It still hurts.
And she was always the one that could make it better.
I know she wants to hear from you.
I'm not, I'm not ready for that.
And I'm not ready to go in there.
I understand.
Your dad will be sorry to miss you.
Yeah, I'm sure he can't wait to hear
about his loser son chopping onions all day.
Hey.
You are making it on your own.
Don't think he's not proud of that.
What smells so good?
I made gochujang-glazed roasted carrots.
No way.
Yeah.
If Halmoni were here, she would say, "Finally!
Some food that tastes good."
You can, you can take the carrots and-and the presents.
I'm not ready to go in there.
Okay.
Just text me when you get home.
Yeah.
Hey, I love you, Laur.
I love you, too.
Drive safe.
Is he not coming?
It's just gonna be us tonight.
Let's sit down and eat.
- What are you doing here? - What are you doing here?
I forgot my nephews' gifts,
and there was gonna be a throw-down if I didn't come back and get them.
You're wearing your sad pants. What happened? Was it a total shitshow?
- I don't want to talk about it. - Okay.
Well...
my day hasn't been all fucking eggnog
and carols, either.
Turns out your dad knows about me and Steven
starting our own company, so
he chose the day of our Lord's birth to blow it all up.
Christmas is tomorrow.
Okay, but what time is it in Bethlehem right now, huh?
Okay.
Well, I'm sorry my dad's a jerk.
Oh, it's all right, it'll work out.
I'm too clever to fail.
So you gonna tell me what happened?
What'd your bitch-ass brother do this time, huh?
Don't you have to, like, do something with your family?
I got five. Scooch.
- Okay. - Come on.
What happened?
I never made it inside.
I just sat in my car in the driveway.
You know, they're probably eating dinner right now, like,
"Oh, poor Jere, he couldn't even face us."
You know, I thought I'd be okay seeing him again,
but he just
makes me feel like the same 17-year-old kid
that got dumped by Belly the first time.
You know, I know I should be figuring out who I am without her, but--
Well, your healing timeline is your healing timeline.
Breakups are like deaths.
Thank you! Thank-- You're-you're-you're the only person to tell that to me.
You know, this is super fucked up to say,
but I feel like...
I feel like losing Belly
has been even more painful than losing my mom.
And at least with my mom, she's actually dead.
- Yeah. - Belly, she's gone from my life,
but she's-she's still out there, you know?
Well, that's why you got to grieve it.
How?
Oh.
Accept what's happened.
Forgive yourself. Forgive her. Forgive Conrad.
Forgive all the people who hurt you,
you know, not because they...
deserve your forgiveness,
but...
because the longer you hold on to it, the longer it holds power over you.
And fuck other people holding power over you.
What?
I-I don't know, just kind of surprised.
What, you think I've never had my heart broken before?
- Kind of, yeah. - Oh, my God!
Yeah, like-like, uh...
when you and Steven didn't work out, you didn't even seem upset.
That's because...
that's because I was never really into Steven.
I... I don't know.
I thought... I thought he was cute
and fun and maybe there was a potential for something there, but...
- I never fell for him. - Mm-hmm.
Trust me, when I fall for someone, I fall hard.
Like...
"smashed into a million pieces at the bottom of a cliff" hard.
So I'm not the only romantic shitshow in this apartment?
Oh, I'm so, so glad
that my crappy dating record can provide comfort
in your time of need.
You know, D, we're, like, really good friends, huh?
You know, letting me crash in your spare room for a month.
- Mm-hmm. - Listening to me whine
about all my problems.
Mm-hmm. Oh, it's fine. I like your cooking.
Just, um, stop leaving your dirty tissues around,
and we'll be good, okay?
Aye-aye, Captain.
All right, come on. Get up, you're coming with me.
- What? - Yep.
No, I'm not gonna crash your family's Christmas.
Yes, you are. My grandma will love you.
You're nice and pretty and you can cook.
You think I'm pretty?
You're everything she wanted in me and failed to get.
Come on, up.
- Sounds good. - Mm-hmm.
Give me, like, five minutes.
I want to get ready for your Gran Gran.
Yeah, never say "Gran Gran" again.
Oh, you know you liked it.
Hi!
Hi.
Oh, my God.
I missed you so much, you bitch.
- We FaceTimed yesterday. - Yeah.
- It's not the same thing. - No, I know!
You have no idea how much I missed you.
How was Christmas with your mom?
It was good, it was the usual.
We ordered Chinese food and watched Love Actually
and fell asleep on the couch.
That sounds kind of perfect.
No. Honestly, it was.
It... it-it was.
- Hi. - Hi.
I love this. Did you get this here?
- Yeah? - When are we going shopping?
Because I need the perfect look for our New Year's Eve party,
- because I have nothing. - Yes.
- We can go tomorrow, I promise. - Okay. Okay.
Let's go inside, 'cause it's really cold. Give me your bag.
- Yeah, don't take the heavy one. - Okay.
I've had croissants before. Why is this just better?
This is literally my every day here.
Thank you.
Yes, yes, yes.
I think I'm just having, like, a moment.
- I'm having, like, a Paris moment. - You are.
You are having a Paris moment.
No, not that one, not that one. The...
- It's like Bonnie and Clyde. - Ready?
Good?
- So cool. - I know, right?
Hey, come inside, it's cold out there.
Bitch.
I still cannot believe that you live here.
Paris is sick.
I feel like I've done the best that I can do
with what we have to work with.
You should see the stuff I'm pinning for Steven's apartment.
It's actually really good.
I can't believe you guys are moving in together after graduation.
Yeah, real grown-girl shit.
- I'm very happy for you guys. - Thank you.
Okay.
Okay, I cannot wait for you to meet the rest of my friends.
Yeah, me, too. So are they all as hot as that, like, sexy, Latino Chalamet
that we went shipping with yesterday?
- Benito? - Yeah.
No. He's-he's just a friend.
He's way too fine to be "just a friend."
No. No.
I'm just saying rebounds are, like, part of the healing process.
You get out there and you--
Yeah, well, it's not like I've been a nun.
You pute. You pute.
- How do you say "pute"? - Wait, wait a sec.
Did you consult French Urban Dictionary on the plane here?
And, so, what if I did?
There are some words
- that I need to know... - Yes.
...in order to be here, and one of them's "pute."
Pute!
Oh, hey, can you get my phone?
It's Jere.
Uh, do I answer it?
- Do you want to answer it? - Okay. Just give it. Yes.
Give it to me.
- Hello? - Hey.
Uh, it's me.
It's, um, it's really nice to-to hear your voice.
How are you?
I'm working.
Uh, it's good.
Taylor told me that you're cooking at some restaurant?
Yeah, I'm-I'm basically, like, a glorified busboy, so...
Got to start somewhere, right?
Yeah.
- So how's Paris? - I tried escargot.
And?
Hated it.
I told you I would.
Yeah.
I'm really, I'm really glad that you called. I've been, um...
I've been wanting to tell you how sorry I am.
And how much I regret the way that things ended with us.
I-I don't want to talk about the past. It's-it's not why I called.
Okay, why did you then?
I was sick of being too afraid to call.
And I want you to know that I'm good. Really.
And I-I hope you're good, too.
I am.
Hey, Fisher.
Your break ended 90 seconds ago.
It sounds like you're busy. I should probably let you go.
Yeah, I should probably let you go, too.
Happy New Year, Jeremiah.
Happy New Year, Bells.
♪ It's murder on the dance floor ♪
♪ But you better not kill the groove ♪
♪ DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down ♪
♪ Oh, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know ♪
♪ About your kind ♪
♪ And so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so ♪
♪ I'll have to play...
Wait, are all these people your friends?
I invited the four people I know and then told them to invite everyone they know.
Okay.
Whoo!
- Buenas noches. - Hey.
Sorry I'm late, they closed off half the streets.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
I'm gonna grab you some champagne, okay?
Hi.
Taylor. Ça va?
Uh, this was delivered to you downstairs.
Um, I'll take this.
- I got it. - For you.
Merci, madame.
This is from Conrad.
Conrad Fisher is sending you care packages internationally?
He's been writing.
Can I open it?
- I'm gonna open this. - Ooh, um, n--
Oh, he got you Sour Patch Kids.
So sweet.
Oh, my God.
Junior Mint? This is really loaded.
Is this why you haven't been able to move on?
Because Conrad Fisher is sending you love letters?
Come on.
- They're not love letters. - Mm-hmm.
They are regular nothing notes.
And I haven't even written him back, so... no.
Conrad isn't even an issue.
Okay. So, then, what's holding you back?
Because the sparks are sparking between you and Benito.
Are you afraid of getting hurt?
No.
I'm afraid of hurting someone else.
Okay, so, then, like, what's the plan, though?
Are you just never gonna get close to anyone ever again
because you might risk hurting someone?
Babe, it's inevitable.
Like...
...you know, do your best, but you're gonna have to accept
that it will probably happen at some point.
You're right.
I'm always right.
You know what, it's kind of fitting, actually,
that they're both, like, reaching out to you on the last day of the year.
If you think about it, like, it feels like that chapter's kind of closed now.
- The end of an era. - Totally.
The Fisher brothers are so last season.
Ew. Get a new purse.
- Let's get out there. - Okay.
It's almost midnight.
- Dix! Neuf! - ♪ Lace your kisses on me, ooh ♪
- Huit! - ♪ Green-eyed French boy got me trippin' ♪
- Sept! - ♪ How your skin is always soft ♪
- Six! - ♪ How your kisses always hit ♪
- Cinq! - ♪ How you know just where to ♪
- Quatre! Trois! - ♪ Green-eyed French boy got me trippin' ♪
- Deux! Un! - ♪ on that accent off your lips ♪
♪ How your tongue ♪
- Bonne année! - ♪ do all those tricks, how you know ♪
♪ Just where to ♪
♪ kiss me ♪
♪ under the Paris twilight ♪
♪ Kiss me ♪
♪ out on the moonlit floor ♪
♪ Kiss me ♪
♪ under the Paris twilight ♪
♪ Ah, ah ♪
♪ So kiss me ♪
♪ Cute fit in the whip to the flight to the sky ♪
♪ Never down, baby, check my stats ♪
♪ Truth is, I wasn't trying to meet nobody ♪
♪ Baby, I was there to get my bag ♪
♪ But when I saw you I was like, "I like that" ♪
♪ Wasn't trying to break, baby, I'll fall back ♪
♪ But when I heard you say, "Bonjour, bébé" ♪
♪ So kiss me ♪
- Should we like-- - No, just ignore it.
They'll go away.
What?
There's a leak.
The kitchen sink again?!
I thought the landlord fixed that?
It's in the bathroom.
Damn!
Oh, no, there's... There’s a leak here, too. Great.
What the hell is this, there's a leak?
Yeah, look.
Seriously?
We're half naked.
Problem solved.
My coffee!
You can make yourself some more.
Here we go again.
I have to get ready to go to work, okay?
So if you could call the super, that would be cool.
Mm.
And you're out of shampoo.
Can you stop using my shit? Thanks.
- Classic Clovis. - Mm.
- Shit, I should go. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You don't have a few minutes?
- You should keep that. - Yeah?
It'll be helpful.
- In the bathroom. - You know, you can just
store stuff in there.
- Ah. - Cute.
- Little scarf moment. - Yes.
Guys, can you actually keep on packing?
I'm running out of stuff to take downstairs,
- yeah? - Yeah.
Sorry, babe. We'll be right behind.
I seriously cannot believe you're giving this place up.
It's perfect.
Well, Max's place is bigger and it's close to work, so...
When's Benito getting here?
Uh, soon.
He, um, asked me to come to Mexico with him for his grandma's 80th.
And?
I can't, I have graduation that weekend and, you know,
then home.
Poor Benny. He's smitten with you, you know?
No. No, no, no. He knows the deal.
He knows that...
...at some point, I have to go back to my real life.
This could be your real life.
Look, I've just got to say this
again for the record.
I think it's crazy that you're leaving.
You should stay in Paris.
Everybody's expecting me at graduation.
And I told you Clovis already
- rented out my room to someone else. - I know.
So hear me out.
It really would be a shame to see this place go to waste.
You should take my apartment.
It's just a year lease--
Hold on, um...
My mom's calling me.
Talk to her. And think about it.
I'm gonna take this box downstairs before Max dumps me.
Hi, Mom.
Hey, bean. I'm sorry I missed your call earlier.
Hey, I've been meaning to ask you, what day
are you planning to fly home?
I haven't, um...
I haven't figured out my ticket yet.
You're still planning to come, right?
Actually, Gemma just offered me her apartment.
It's a year-long lease.
Oh.
I mean, I don't even...
know if I'm gonna take it.
But if I did,
it-it wouldn't mean that I'm never coming home.
I just...
I feel like maybe I'm not done here.
What about your visa?
Yeah, no, I, um, I'd have to think about it.
Uh...
but there's a year-long psych program at the Sorbonne
that would get me my student visa.
And, you know, um, there's a regular at the bar
who works at an international school,
and she said they need help with their sports program.
So, I mean, I... I think if I wanted to make it work, I could.
Okay.
Well, keep me updated.
What, that's it? You're not gonna, like,
try to talk me out of it or something?
Do you want me to?
No. No.
No.
I don't, I just...
...I'm really happy here.
I know, bean. I can hear it in your voice.
You've found something special out there.
And yes, there's a part of me that wishes
you'd found something special a little closer to home.
What, like Trenton, New Jersey?
How about down the hallway from me
where I can still remind you to wash your bras?
I was excited for you to come home, but...
...honestly?
I'll be just as excited if you stay.
Thank you, Mom.
How are you doing today?
Today?
Oh, my God. It's the 14th.
It's the anniversary of Susannah's death.
I-I should've, I...
Are you okay?
I'm-I'm good, bean, don't beat yourself up over it.
I'm sure home feels like a million miles away.
Beck would be so excited about your moving to Paris.
Gemma's apartment has a view of the Sacré-Coeur.
Just like in Sabrina.
How perfect.
All right.
Well, I should probably go, Mom.
I love you.
I love you, too, bean.
Belly, which country do you want to visit the most?
Egypt? Italy?
Oh, my gosh, Adam and I went to Italy on our honeymoon,
and I ate gelato every single day.
What's gelato?
Oh, it's like... like ice cream but better.
- I want gelato. - Hey, Laur,
what if we rented a house in Italy next summer?
That sounds expensive.
What if Adam rented us a house in Italy next summer?
Can we leave him at home?
Ah, we'll rent a house on the Amalfi Coast and you'll love it.
You can swim in the sea every day.
I don't want to swim in the sea every day.
I want to swim here.
With you.
And people.
People?
Okay, we'll come here.
But one day, when you're older, you might change your mind.
You might want to see more of the world.
Mm, no. I never will.
I know what I like.
It's true.
You've always been a girl who knows her own heart.
Didn't think you were coming.
I didn't tell anyone. I'm sorry.
I thought I'd be in and out before you got here.
I can't believe it's been five years.
This morning, I realized I can't remember her laugh.
I can't remember her hands.
They're like yours.
Jere, look, I know I can't make you forgive me.
Nope.
But I'm gonna try and I'm gonna keep trying
to break through
'cause I miss you.
And I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
You really want to do this here?
Fine, let's do it.
Let's talk about how you hung around all summer,
like a snake in the grass, pretending to help me with my wedding,
when really, you were just
trying to break it up and take Belly for yourself.
Jere, that's not how it was.
- You're so full of shit. - Jere, I swear to you,
that's not what was happening.
I loved her, and you ruined it.
You don't know what it's like
to be with someone that long, what you build.
What you lose when it disappears.
She was my fucking world.
If you loved her so much, how could you go and sleep with someone else?
We were broken up.
And you want to know why?
Because I know about the two of you on Christmas.
Admit it, Con, you wanted Belly back,
so you found a way to take her.
You can't take someone, Jere.
She's not a fucking object.
And the only reason that there was any wedding to break up
was because you were afraid of losing her.
As if a ring could...
...make someone yours.
Fuck you.
Jere, I'm sorry that I couldn't stop loving her,
and that that hurt you. I hate that.
But you've been that person, too.
When you had the chance to be with her
a month after she and I broke up, you took it.
You think that didn't fuck me up? You think that was easy for me?
And I get it, because...
you loved her so much that you forgot about everyone else.
I did, too.
I never wanted to talk about Christmas
because I knew the second I did, it was over.
Can you blame me for wanting to hold on to her as long as I could?
No.
Jere, I tried to stop loving her.
I tried to keep my promise.
What promise?
Before Mom... died,
I promised her that I would
try and take care of you, that I would
protect you from getting hurt.
I know.
Shit job.
Yeah.
Uh, I... I made her a promise, too.
That I wouldn't let anything get between us.
So we both screwed up.
She would be so mad.
You know, when we broke off the wedding,
my first thought was, "I... I need to find Mom."
My second thought was, "I wish I could talk to Connie."
Even though it was your fault,
I needed my brother.
I still do.
I'm here now.
Did Belly text you, too?
I won't hit you if she did.
No.
We haven't talked since last summer.
I've been writing her letters.
She hasn't written me back.
Maybe I should take that as a hint, but...
I never could compete with what you two had.
That connection was like a force field.
Do what you have to do.
Don't expect me to be okay with it.
But don't fucking waste it, either.
- Later, man. - Later.
"Dear Belly,
I saw Jeremiah yesterday.
We both went to visit Mom's grave.
Things went better than the last time we were together.
No punches were thrown.
He told me you'd been in touch.
I might as well be completely honest here,
because who even knows if you're reading my letters.
You might have thrown them all out without opening them,
which is your right.
But I'll go ahead and say it,
even though I have no right.
It killed me a little that Jere's talked to you.
Still, I don't think he hates me anymore,
which is a good thing."
♪ And if you wanted me, you really should've showed ♪
♪ And if you never...
Um, excuse me. Please take your shoes off in my new abode.
I keep an Asian household.
But we wore shoes in your old place.
Yeah, but that's 'cause I didn't want my feet touching that floor.
And also, I mean,
this place is all mine, you know?
Just mine.
Should we make up the bed?
You know, my mother always says
that's the first thing you should do when you move in to a new place.
Sure,
but I'm sleeping in it alone tonight.
I've-I've never gotten to do that before.
Whatever you say.
So, now that you're not going home next month,
will you come with me to Mexico for my grandmother's birthday party?
I promise I'm not gonna propose to you in front of my entire family.
I just want to show you where I grew up.
My grandmother makes the best chilaquiles in the entire world.
- The entire world? - You have no idea.
- Yeah? - You have no idea. They're delicious.
♪ We never painted by the numbers, baby ♪
♪ But we were making it count ♪
- Okay. - ♪ You know the greatest loves ♪
♪ of all time are over now ♪
Yeah.
- ♪ I guess you never know, never know ♪ - All right.
♪ And it's another day waking up alone ♪
♪ But we were something, don't you think so? ♪
♪ Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool ♪
"Also, in case I haven't made it clear,
I think about you a lot.
You're pretty much all I think about.
Just so we're clear. Love, Conrad."
♪ For never leaving well enough alone...
"Dear Conrad, I never thanked you for sending me Junior Mint.
So, thank you.
And thank you for all your letters.
It's sweet of you to think of me.
I finally found a permanent apartment.
This is my new address.
Hope you're well."
♪ Would everything be different today? ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh ♪
...freshman from Santa Rosa, California.
Started all three games last week...
...against Cal Poly.
You should really lock your doors.
Oh, my God, it's hot.
I don't remember it being this hot last June.
It's pretty nice in Brussels right now, I've heard.
I still can't believe Namazy invited you to the Brussels conference.
I'm so much better than you.
Aw. Better luck next time, kid.
What's up? You want some water?
Sure, yeah.
So...
Brussels, huh?
A quaint Belgian town
only a one-and-a-half-hour train ride from Paris.
Subtle.
Let me see that postcard she sent you.
- Agnes. - Oh, come on.
Just let me see it. I mean, how am I supposed to help you
if I don't know what I'm dealing with.
For the record, I never asked for your help.
Oh, my God, you keep it in your wallet?
Shut up.
Well?
That's it? That's all she wrote?
Yeah.
Yeah, you definitely shouldn't go.
Really? You don't think...
You suck. You--
Okay. Really, though?
If you don't go, you might regret it forever.
If you do go, you might regret it forever, too, but...
Is this supposed to be helping?
No.
Doctor, help thyself.
♪ Just stop your crying ♪
♪ it's a sign of the times ♪
♪ Welcome to the final show, hope...
Okay, Mr. Fisher,
we're able to switch your flight
to the 10:45 p.m. to Paris.
There is a $473 fare difference.
Would you still like to go ahead and rebook?
Yeah.
♪ You look pretty good down here ♪
Thank you.
♪ but you ain't really good ♪
You're all set.
Thank you, I appreciate it.
Yeah. Have a safe flight.
♪ We never learn...
Big plans for your birthday weekend?
Some friends are throwing me a little dinner.
Sounds sweet and intimate.
♪ The bullets? ♪
Merci.
Are you sure you want to do this?
Yes.
I’m ready for something new this summer.
Okay.
♪ The bullets? ♪
♪ Just stop your crying ♪
♪ it's a sign of the times ♪
♪ We gotta get away from here ♪
♪ Just stop your crying ♪
♪ it'll be all right ♪
♪ They told me that the end is near ♪
♪ We gotta get away from here ♪
♪ Just stop your crying ♪
♪ have the time of your life ♪
♪ Breaking through the atmosphere ♪
♪ and things look pretty good from here ♪
♪ Remember everything will be all right ♪
♪ We can meet again somewhere ♪
♪ Somewhere far away from here ♪
♪ We never learn, we've been here before ♪
♪ Why are we always stuck and running from ♪
♪ the bullets ♪
♪ The bullets? ♪
♪ We never learn, we've been here before ♪
♪ Why are we always stuck and running from ♪
♪ the bullets ♪
♪ The bullets? ♪
♪ Just stop your crying ♪
♪ it's a sign of the times ♪
♪ We gotta get away from here ♪