[Rachel] Previously on Shelter...
[Mickey] They think whoever did this kidnapped our friend.
[Mrs. Kent] The man who did this to my husband,
- he had a tattoo on his face. - A tattoo of what?
[Mrs. Kent] An octopus.
[Ema] Now Mrs. Kent is missing?
[Spoon] I have a plan.
How the fuck did you get the key?
Oh, my God.
[Spoon] Dr. Kent was Dylan Shakes' doctor.
The last entry doesn't have anything written.
That's the day that Dylan went missing.
- You good? - Yeah, of course.
Of course. Why? Why wouldn't I be?
Did you forget something?
Uh, yeah, I did.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
This year's musical is...
Phantom of the Opera.
I had no idea you were such a songbird,
Ms. Winslow.
[Spoon] Ema, you're the Phantom.
Oh, my God, Ema, you're a motherfucking icon.
We gotta talk.
Just meet me at my house later, and I'll tell you everything.
Ashley came to cheer tryouts.
Some of the other girls started laughing at her,
so I followed her off to say sorry.
- [man grunting] - [man] Get her in the van!
- Ah! - Ugh!
Come stay at my house.
So Ashley's here right now.
Yeah, she's in the pool house.
Wait, wait, Mickey, don't go outside.
Call 911.
[Rachel] I don't have a signal.
Fuck.
[tense music]
[Mickey] He's here for Ashley.
[Rachel] Mickey, no!
♪ ♪
[both grunting]
[gun clicks]
- [gunshot] - Ah!
Mickey, are you okay? Are you hurt?
[Mickey] Ashley, Ashley.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Ashley. Where's Ashley?
♪ ♪
Ashley, where is she?
I don't...I don't know. She was in here.
She was...she was...
Ashley!
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[window clattering]
[bodies thud]
♪ ♪
- We tried knocking. - We did.
So, Octoface, he starts fighting me,
and then Rachel pulls out a gun and shoots him.
- [Spoon] What? - Rachel shot Octoface?
Yeah.
[Ema] And she was hiding Ashley the whole time?
That's fuckin' hardcore.
But now Ashley's on the run,
and we need to find her before Octoface does.
Fuck. What about you guys?
Uh...
we broke into Dr. Kent's office.
- Whoa, what? - It was not my idea.
Okay, so he's a pediatrician, right?
And you're never gonna guess
who his patient was 27 years ago.
No, actually, we literally don't have time
for guessing games. Mickey, just shut up.
It was Dylan Shakes.
We got pictures of Dylan's medical file.
- Just check this out. - [Spoon] Yeah.
So Dr. Kent would take notes after every one
of Dylan's visits. Look.
♪ ♪
Broken right arm, dislocated shoulder,
concussions.
But Dr. Kent didn't put anything down
- for Dylan's last visit. - [Mickey] Mm-hmm.
September 8th.
The day he vanished.
Wait, I'm sorry, what the fuck?
Is that...is that the photo of Dylan's little league team
from right before he went missing?
Yeah.
My dad and Dylan were teammates.
[Spoon] Your dad knew Dylan?
[Mickey] They were best friends.
- Wait. - What?
[Spoon] Is that...?
[Ema] Holy shit, that's Mrs. Friedman.
- [Spoon] Yeah. - [Mickey] She was head coach.
Okay, let's talk about this.
So Dylan went missing after one of his little league games.
A game coached by Mrs. Friedman.
[Spoon] Right.
Something happened to Dylan at that game.
Maybe Mrs. Friedman took him to see Dr. Kent.
Yeah.
We have to ask her some more questions.
Yeah, okay, okay, let me take a run at her.
Mrs. Friedman and I, we have history.
Okay.
- [Shira] Mickey, breakfast. - Shit.
[Shira] Ah, don't worry. It's perfectly edible.
Straight from the microwave.
I can tell.
I just thought you might want to fuel up
for the basketball tryouts today.
Right, tryouts.
So at the risk of incurring a category-5 teenage fit,
I heard you come in really late last night.
Do you care to share where you were?
- Rachel's. - [Shira] Mmm...
What?
Is she your girlfriend?
No, no, we're just...
just history class project partners.
Okay, okay, whatever.
I'm gonna take this downstairs.
- Well, good luck today. - [Mickey] Thanks.
And remember, you're a Bolitar.
Kinda hard to forget in this town.
- [sighs] - [phone chimes]
♪ ♪
[phone whooshes]
[chuckles]
[knocks]
- Hi. - Mm-hmm.
- How are you, Arthur? - Great, yeah.
Uh, I actually just have a question about Dylan Shakes.
Oh, okay.
Um, what is it?
Well, I didn't realize that you
were Dylan's little league coach.
[distant cheering]
Oh, where did you get this?
It was Mickey's dad's.
Of course. I was both their coach.
So Dylan Shakes' doctor was a man
named Lawrence Kent, right?
Yeah, I was, uh, the first to take Dylan to see him.
Right, because his dad...
'Cause his dad abused him, yeah.
[ominous music]
Dylan was very brave.
He once played a whole game in horrible pain.
He was wincing the whole time.
He was trying to cover it up, but I could tell,
and then Dr. Kent discovered he had a cracked rib
from where his father had kicked him.
And was it you who took Dylan
to see Dr. Kent on the day he disappeared?
No, I...I did not.
Is that true?
No, I mean, um, I think I just read that somewhere,
so it's probably... it's probably a rumor, so...
Arthur.
Is there something you're not telling me?
No. No, not a thing, really.
I'm, uh...I'm sorry to take up some of your time.
I'll see you later.
- Hello? - [Hannah] Hi!
So...
...what do you think of this space?
It's pretty cool, but why are we here?
Funny you should ask because this is my new restaurant.
- What? - Yes, I just signed the lease.
Uh, wow, well, uh, aren't we all kinds of impulsive lately?
I know.
I mean, I can't believe it's actually happening.
I'm kinda shitting a brick.
How long has this been in the works?
Uh, remember when I said that I just signed the lease?
That was, like, um, an hour ago, so...
What...how does Ken feel about it?
I have no idea 'cause I haven't told him yet.
[gasps] What?
I know. He's probably gonna have a...
He's gonna have a total fucking conniption,
but what the fuck ever
because you know what? This is my life.
No, I...I mean, it is. It is. It is your life.
I mean, and lately, I've been like,
"Damn," you know?
Two seconds ago, I was 18, and I had all of this stuff
that I wanted to do with my life,
and I haven't done any of it.
I'm just still living in the same town
married to some dude who doesn't give a shit about me.
Well, come on, Hannah, I don't think you really feel that way.
I mean, you know Ken loves you.
Okay, sure, but that's not the same as giving a shit about me.
So we cut that part, okay?
- [Buck vocalizing] - So just keep it up, yeah.
[Buck continues vocalizing]
You know what?
I don't think that's quite right.
I think what we should do is...
- Uh, Ms. Wyatt, Ms. Wyatt... - Find your trauma.
Ah, feel that, feel that. I feel that.
Ms. Wyatt, hi, I was thinking about, for the riff,
um, instead of, like... [vocalizes three notes]
Right, I was thinking more modern, right?
Like... [vocalizing musical phrase]
Oh, uh, sure, that would be great.
Thank you.
Ah, what have we...yes. This is what I'm talking about.
These textiles are amazing.
Uh, what do I...Robin. Robin.
- [Robin] Yeah? - Where is the hat?
The one with the red feathers.
- [Robin] This one? - Yes, yes, yes.
That is just what I'm talking about.
Okay, I need you to give this to Marissa Z, all right?
- Okay. - Okay.
Well done, ladies. Gorgeous.
Just gorgeous.
I downloaded uDOu.
You downloaded uDOu?
I mean, your cosplay makeup is nuts.
It's like next-level art.
Okay, so are your drawings.
You should definitely post them.
Oh, I'm not really into that whole, like,
social media thing.
Not that it's, like, a bad thing.
- I'm sorry. - No, I gotcha.
Like, let's be honest.
I just joined uDOu for attention.
- Really? - Um, duh.
I mean, before, I was just known as Buck's weird sister.
I never thought that.
Okay, well, everyone else did.
Just Buck had, like, basketball and singing.
You know, I didn't really have anything,
so I thought I would give makeup a try,
and it worked out.
And now he's known as Whitney's stupid brother.
[laughs] You're the best.
[tender music]
I really didn't think I was gonna be a thing on there.
By thing, do you mean, like, the most followed
- makeup artist on uDOu? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
It just feels weird to say.
You know, not that I'm not, like, grateful for everything.
It's just people who used to ignore me
are now all up in my ass trying to be my friend.
Just fake as fuck.
It really just messes with your head, you know?
Like, would any of these people really give a shit about me
if I wasn't famous or whatever?
It's almost as dehumanizing as being known as Buck's sister.
I'm sorry.
That was way more than it needed to be.
[Ema] No, it wasn't.
I really get it.
And I mean...
I think that you're awesome.
I thought so before I knew about all your uDOu stuff.
I think that's why I like you so much.
You don't care about that shit.
♪ ♪
You have really nice skin.
So do you.
[laughter]
[Whitney] So...
What do you think?
It's perfect.
[upbeat hip-hop music]
[Leslie] Okay, tryouts, let's go.
[indistinct chatter]
[Leslie] All right!
[vocalist] ♪ Just to stay in the background ♪
- ♪ Gotta go hard... ♪ - Keep it up, keep it up!
Let's hustle!
[vocalist] ♪ Bad as I want to ♪
♪ Ain't cleaning my act up ♪
- [cheers and applause] - [laughs]
Okay, Camels, that's enough.
These are tryouts, not state finals.
[vocalist] ♪ Bad as I want to ♪
♪ Ain't cleaning my act up ♪
[Leslie] Let's go. Let's keep it moving.
[player] Hey, I got ball! I got ball!
Hey! Hey!
♪ ♪
Dude, give me the damn ball!
[Leslie] There we go.
[cheers and applause]
Let's go, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.
[vocalist] ♪ Bad as I want to ♪
♪ Ain't cleaning my act up ♪
[Leslie] Right.
[slams table] Mickey!
[cheers and applause]
All right, unselfish play. That's our game.
[vocalist] ♪ Bad as I want to ♪
♪ Ain't cleaning my act up ♪
♪ ♪
[Leslie] All right, that's it, good job.
Guys, keep it together. Eyes on the ball.
Basketball, that's what we're playing.
♪ ♪
[vocalist] ♪ Came too far ♪
♪ Just to stay in the background ♪
♪ Gotta go hard, layin' a smackdown ♪
♪ In a [...], y'all might need backup ♪
[cheers and applause]
[vocalist] ♪ Came too far ♪
♪ Just to stay in the background ♪
♪ Gotta go hard, layin' a smackdown ♪
♪ In a [...], y'all might need backup ♪♪
[audience groaning]
Yeah, boy! Come on, little boy.
What's up? [chuckles]
What's your problem? You wanna go?
- You wanna fucking go? - Fucking love to!
Mickey, behind you!
[tense music]
Fuck you! I'm gonna eat your heart!
I'm gonna eat your heart!
- Stop. - Stay down, pussy.
- Troy, stop! - Stay down, Bolitar!
Grab some fucking floor, Bolitar!
Yeah, let me fuck you up!
[Troy] Grab some floor, bitch!
- [whistle trilling] - [Ema] Stop, Mickey, Mickey.
Troy, what the fuck is your problem, huh?
[Leslie] Everyone, back off!
Camels...to class, Camels. Let's go!
Just chill, Camels!
Guys, enough, all right?
Back to class.
[soft dramatic music]
Ema?
♪ ♪
Oh, no, you don't.
You and Troy in my office now.
[speaks Italian]
I'm thinking about making this a featured dish on the menu.
Okay.
Take your time. Let me know what you think.
It's...
...so fucking good.
- Oh, come on. - Illegally so.
- Are you fucking with me? - No, not even a little bit.
It's...it's amazing. You're amazing.
Oh, stop.
No, okay, shut up and let me compliment you for a second.
Okay. Hmm.
I'm so glad that you're doing this
'cause you should be doing this.
[tender music]
Thank you.
♪ ♪
[phones chime]
- Oh. - Oh, wait.
Simultaneous texts? How in sync are we?
The school wants me to come in.
Me too.
I honestly expected more from both these young men.
Mickey Bolitar has been a troublemaker
since he got into town. The fact that he shoved Troy...
Hey, Troy was the one who threw the elbow, Ken.
Accidentally.
[Leslie] It didn't look like an accident to me, Troy.
Weren't you standing on the other side of the gym?
Right, I mean, I...
Coach, I don't even know how you would've seen that.
Okay, Troy, just stop lying.
[scoffs]
Troy, Mickey, I can't have
my two best players at each other's throats.
You know, either one of you breathes wrong,
you're both off the team.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Ooh, sorry, sorry.
[Gemma] [clears throat]
- Hello, Arthur. - Oh, it's actually Spoon now.
I go by Spoon. It's a cool nickname.
[quirky music]
So you said you have news.
Marissa Zamboni got kicked out of color guard
- for biting the teacher. - Gemma, what? No.
- It pierced bone. - No, Gemma, no, stop it.
I...I meant about, like, the hospital?
Dr. Kent just woke up from his coma.
Fantastic, okay. Thank you.
Never mind thank yous. You got what I asked for?
Oh, yeah, the key to PetSmart.
♪ ♪
You can get us into that hospital, right?
- You read my references? - Yeah, they were impeccable.
So I'll pretend you didn't ask that.
Ge...um, Gemma.
What do you need to do in a pet store after-hours?
[scoffs] Sniff the gerbils.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[Spoon] Hey, you're here. Okay, good.
Uh, I have two pieces of hot goss.
- Me too. - [Spoon] Okay.
The first is less important, but still,
Marissa Zamboni got kicked out of color guard
for biting the teacher.
That's crazy. The second...
Ema has the same butterfly tattooed on her back.
What?
Like...the butterfly?
The same butterfly in Ashley's locker.
The same butterfly tattooed on the paramedic
who took my father away, and the same butterfly
on the Shelter album cover.
Mickey, you cannot think that she has anything
to do with Ashley's disappearance.
Don't you find it a little suspicious
that she just pops out of nowhere
when I first meet Bat Lady,
a little suspicious that she makes it a point
to talk to her tattoo artist alone,
a little suspicious that we know nothing about her.
Tell me, how much do you really know about Ema?
Mickey, she's on our side.
You know that.
There's a Russian proverb.
[Spoon] Okay, so now we're getting advice
- from the Russians? - Yeah, it says trust...
...but verify.
And that's all I'm saying we need to do.
[Spoon] Let's just talk to her.
No, no, hold on, hold on, hold on
No, Mickey, let's just go up to her
and ask about the tattoo.
We need to follow her. We should follow her.
Okay, okay, you mean spy on her.
I guess, yeah.
- No, we can't do that. - Why not?
Because it would be a complete violation of her trust.
- Trust but verify. - Yeah, no.
I fucking heard you the first time.
- It doesn't mean we... - No.
If she's hiding something about Ashley...
[Spoon] No, okay, yes, no, no, no.
First of all, she's just not, okay?
And second of all, have you not heard the stuff
about her family?
Like, I feel really bad saying this,
but there is stuff about them with, like, drugs.
Spoon, if any of that is true, that could be the connection.
That could be the connection between Octoface.
He could be, like, the leader of a clan,
a group or something, and that's definitely
not something I'm staying away from.
[quirky music]
♪ ♪
Can't believe you guys followed me here.
- Jesus, fuck, fuck. - Fuck.
How did you see us?
We were blending in.
Do you even know what that means?
I don't understand. Why did you lead us here?
I live here.
[upbeat rock music]
♪ ♪
[Spoon] What? Ema, what the fuck?
Oh, my God, Ema, Ema, this is, like, my favorite Picasso.
I saw the real one at the Met.
No, you saw that on loan.
Emma, what a delightful surprise.
- You invited guests. - I did not invite them.
Ema, Ema, Ema, what the fuck
is Angelica Wyatt doing in your house?
God, you are so dense.
Emma, why don't you introduce me to your friends?
Uh, this is Spoon
and Mickey.
Guys, this...
this is my mom.
Oh, my God.
[Spoon] Oh, Angeli...I...wow.
What? Oh, my God.
Uh, Angelica Wyatt. Ms. Wyatt, sorry.
I just...I, uh... I just want...
I just want you to...
I'm just such a big fan of your work,
uh, especially your daughter. She's great.
Ah, well, she is the thing I am most proud of.
- Very nice to meet you both. - Wow, really great handshake.
[chuckles] Well, I'm going to the pool.
I have a screenplay to read.
Wonderful dialogue, character still unclear.
Right, well, uh, sorry, just, I don't mean to be too forward
with you, I just want you to... like, uh, just 'cause I'm here,
if you need a scene partner to try things out on,
- just to play with... - Spoon.
Just to mess around... just in...with the...
Spoon, Spoon.
- I just want her to know... - Stop.
- Right.
You are adorable.
- [Ema] Come on, guys. - [Mickey] For real?
Why wouldn't you tell us that she's your mom?
[Ema] You know why.
People would treat me totally different.
Yeah, like a boss.
So no criminal drug clan making moonshine in the woods, right?
- I started that rumor. - [Mickey] Why?
I just...I don't want people to be friends with me
just because of my mom.
I mean, there are worse things than...
You know, you shouldn't have followed me here.
That was a complete violation of my trust.
See?
Trust?
Hey, hey, hey, trust?
You wanna talk about trust?
Let's talk about that butterfly on your back.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- How? - At the tryouts.
When you gave me your shirt, I saw the butterfly tattoo.
[exhales]
I don't know what to say.
Really? All I want is the truth.
- Agent gave it to me. - [Mickey] Why?
I don't know.
That's what I went to go talk to them about
when we were talking about Octoface.
And what'd they say?
They said some fucking spiritual shit,
and then they said that...
they told me about this goddess
named Abeona or something like that.
Are you sure they said Abeona?
[Ema] Yeah, positive.
They said the butterfly's, like, an Abeona Tisi-something.
Why? What is it?
That's the name of the charity my parents worked for.
Okay, so is this the moment
where one of us has to say this can't be a coincidence?
And they told me that Abeona's the goddess of protecting kids.
That's kind of like what my parents were doing.
And you know what's extra fucked?
All the tattoos that Agent gives me,
they're temporary, like, they wash off really easily,
but this butterfly, I mean, I've been scrubbing it
and scrubbing it for days, and it just will not come off.
Wait, your tattoos are fake?
I'm 16 years old, Spoon.
Why wouldn't you tell us about any of this?
Well, uh, I guess when I found out it was connected
to your dad and to Ashley, I think I just kinda...
I just kinda freaked out 'cause I...
I thought you guys would think
that I had, like, something to do with it,
and you'd get mad at me, and, like...
Shut up. Stupid, silly.
Come on, we're your friends.
We wouldn't think that about you.
Well, obviously I'm not so great
at the whole being friends thing.
Except you kind of are.
Okay, so what now?
We need to find out what's behind that tattoo.
And how it's related to Ashley.
Yeah, something tells me Agent knows more than they've said.
Yeah, but they'll just spout that woo-woo mystical shit
- if you ask. - Okay.
Well, what if we broke into their office
and poked around?
[Ema] Well, I can't go.
I mean, Agent will know something's up.
I mean, Spoon and I can go.
I can make that work.
[tender music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, so, um...
[quirky music]
I was kind of just looking for something slightly small
- and subtle. - I hear you.
Just like that, actually. Yeah, just like that.
[Agent] Oh, you had your eye on that one
the last time you were here.
- You saw that? - [Agent chuckles]
I see all.
- It's an excellent choice. - Right? Yeah.
- So tasteful. - Yeah.
How old are you, anyway?
God, how old am I? I am...
uh, I'm 36, yeah.
I am 16.
You have to be 18 to get a tattoo.
Right, I know that.
Um, I was thinking you could maybe just make it temporary
like you do with Ema.
With Ema, spirit guides the design.
Is it okay if I do that with you?
Sure, yeah.
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[Mickey] Dad?
[dramatic music]
I sense a darkness in you, Spoon.
Oh, sorry, yeah, that's gas. I have a funny tummy.
You joke to cover.
- Cover what? - The loss.
You know loss.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to experience more of it.
More loss?
- I don't... - What do you think?
[chuckles] What?
- There's room for a name. - A name?
Yeah, would you like me to put someone special's name there?
No, no, I'm okay.
Come back when you do.
I'll be here.
I can't tell you how happy I am that you had friends over.
I didn't know they were coming.
Ah.
Well, maybe that's a sign.
Maybe it's a sign that it's time
to stop all this secrecy.
I'm good. I'm okay.
Well, if you should decide you want to come out
of your shell a little bit more, I'm all for it.
Those friends of yours were your friends
before they ever knew anything about me.
Yeah, I guess.
Hey, the people in your school know you for you.
We could even have a party for the entire school here
- if you wanted to. - [chuckles]
Okay, now you're starting to overstep.
Okay, all right, one little step at a time.
Mm, aww, I love you, Emma.
[tender music]
- [sighs] - I love you too, Mom.
♪ ♪
[phone clicks]
Hey, did you find anything?
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Wait, is that... is that your dad?
Yep, with Octoface.
Whoa, hold on, okay, so...
- so your dad knew Octoface. - I guess.
Okay. Do you have any idea how?
- None. - Right.
None, I fucking...
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
I don't know what my mom and my dad were wrapped up in,
and it's not like I can go and ask my mom
because last time I spoke to her about him...
I nearly lost her too.
He left me alone with no fucking answers,
and right now I feel like I don't even know
who the fuck he was.
Hey, hey, look...
...whatever this shit is,
you knew who your dad was.
Will anything ever feel the same again?
I don't know, but you're not alone.
I don't even want to go see his grave.
I haven't visited since we buried him.
I'm too scared to.
Well, then I'll go with you.
No, it's fine.
Look, Michelous, you can lean on me.
You have people.
Thanks, Spoon.
We need, uh, to run that license plate number,
find Octoface, and get some fucking answers.
Okay. How do we do that?
[soft dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Hey. - What's up?
What's up with you?
I've got a license plate number for Octoface,
and I need your help to run it.
And how would I do that?
- Through Troy. - Yeah.
The same guy who you got in a fight with earlier?
Hey, hey, listen, he has access to his dad's police stuff,
and I have a license plate number.
You know having Troy run this license plate
would be, like, totally illegal, right?
But it could lead us to Ashley.
Seriously?
I met this girl a few days ago, okay?
And now I'm just...
I'm shooting people,
and I'm lying to my boyfriend about it.
- But... - [Rachel] No, Mickey.
I shot a man. I shot a literal human person.
Don't you realize how messed up this all is?
I know. I know. I'm sorry.
But we need to find her.
I lose people, Rachel.
What, now you think that you're responsible
for all the stuff with Ashley? Is that it?
- I guess, maybe. - [Rachel] Well, that's stupid.
You have a hero complex, Mickey,
and it's kind of dangerous.
I don't know if it's your place or mine to get involved.
You know I can't walk away.
[exhales]
It's a recipe I've been working on.
- It's all right. - Probably use more cheese.
Oh. Okay, great.
Well, then I'll just go fuck myself.
- Hey. - Whoa.
What the hell's wrong with you today?
Oh, what's wrong with me?
You sold out Troy at that school meeting, Hannah.
He's your son.
You're always supposed to be in his corner.
I sold him out by wanting him to tell the truth?
He was telling the truth. We don't lie in this family.
Troy, look your father in the eye
and swear to him that you didn't elbow
Mickey Bolitar on purpose.
You don't see him, and you don't see me.
I don't see you?
Is this about your ridiculous restaurant idea?
It's not an idea anymore.
I signed a two-year lease today.
You did what?
Guys, can we please just stop?
- Stay out of it, Troy! - Go fuck yourself.
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
Hey.
- Are you okay? - Never better.
Do you want to go to the diner?
I could kill a burger and fries right now.
I thought you just had dinner.
It's a long story. Come on, what do you say?
I would love to, but I actually came to ask you a little favor,
and it's kind of time sensitive.
Okay, what kind of favor?
Do you...do you think that you could run
this license plate for me?
Why?
I can't really get into the details,
but I promise you it's important.
You still have access to your dad's database, right?
- Rachel, I... - What?
I know that you use it to track down addresses
and phone numbers for your boys.
Yeah, you know why? 'Cause they're my boys!
They're actually my friends, and they act like it.
- Unlike you. - Oh, my God, okay.
What are you getting so angry about?
I'm sorry.
You've just been blowing me off recently.
And you're being so secretive every time I ask you what's up,
and then I see you over at Bolitar's place,
and now you're asking me a favor,
and you're not even telling me why.
Are you serious?
Okay, okay, you're right. You're right.
I need to explain. Um...
okay, I've been helping Mickey
find his missing girlfriend Ashley, and I'm sorry
that I didn't tell you before, but I couldn't.
Why not?
Because I gave Ashley my word.
I thought you said she was missing.
It's really, really complicated,
but I swear, tracking this license plate
could be the key to finding her.
That's why I'm asking you.
Okay, so you and Bolitar are, like..
No.
Do you honestly think that I would do that to you?
[sighs] I'm sorry.
I just...
my parents aren't really getting along right now...
Oh, Troy.
Yeah, and I think my dad's boning Bolitar's aunt, Shira.
Ew. Why? What would make you think that?
Uh, search history, how they act around each other,
the fact that they dated in high school.
I know, but that still doesn't mean...
Yeah, no, totally, I just...
thought maybe if he is, then maybe you could...
No, no, okay? No. I promise you.
[tender music]
♪ ♪
Yeah, I, uh...
I'll call you when I track this down.
Thank you. Thank you.
♪ ♪
[Whitney] So Angelica Wyatt's your mom.
[Ema] Yeah, she is.
So I, uh, really get where you're coming from
with the whole, like, people treating you differently
'cause you're famous, and, you know,
wanting to be your own person.
Stuff like that.
That's why I kept it a secret.
Well, thank you for telling me.
♪ ♪
I liked you before I knew who your mom was,
and I like you just as much now.
[singer] ♪ 'Cause nothing ever shakes me now ♪
Thanks, Whitney.
I, uh...
Yeah.
I've liked you for a while, actually.
- Seriously? - Yeah, I...
ever since you moved here, I was like, "That girl."
The way you just sort of observed everyone.
I don't know, I just...
[sighs]
Just wanted to talk to you right away.
I, uh...
...I really like you too.
I really didn't...
♪ ♪
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
- You okay? - Yeah.
I should feel something, shouldn't I?
I think you should feel whatever you're feeling.
I stood right about here...
with my mom, with Shira, with my grandparents...
Threw dirt on the grave.
My grandfather led the kaddish of his own son.
And even then, I...
...I just felt empty.
This is my father's final resting place,
and I...I feel nothing.
I feel like he's not even here.
♪ ♪
I think it's a little weird
that you're not dressed the part,
but if anybody asks,
we'll just say that you're one of my patients, okay?
Is this really necessary, Spoon?
Ema, do you know me? I like to be overprepared.
Here, check these out.
Whoa, this is, like, really legit.
Yeah, they are.
- Where'd you get this? - Gemma.
Oh, the 11-year-old girl who's, like, a genius freshman.
She also likes to sniff gerbils.
Wait, what? No, I don't need to know that.
What...where do you even know her from anyway?
The JON.
The Janitorial Offspring Network.
Ema, we've talked about this. Her dad is head custodian here.
There's no place we can't infiltrate.
And she's gonna get us in to see Dr. Kent.
- Yeah, precisely. - [engine turns over]
We might be too late.
[ominous music]
[Spoon] Shit. Dr. Kent!
- [Ema] Dr. Kent, stop! - [Spoon] Dr. Kent!
- [Ema] Stop, stop, stop, no! - [Spoon] Dr. Kent! Fuck!
[Ema] Wait, wait, Dr. Kent!
[Rachel] So this is Octoface's house?
[Mickey] I guess crime does pay.
[Rachel] Okay, it says that the car is registered
here to Antoine Lemaire,
which I'm guessing is Octoface's name.
Rachel.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
Rachel, the plan is just to tail him.
I don't know if you'll need that.
Uh, I feel better holding it.
You don't have to do this.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
I know, but you don't have a car, so...
Hey, hey, sit down, sit down.
♪ ♪
[Rachel] Looking pretty good for someone who just got shot.
Are you sure you want to do this, Rachel?
- Yeah, I do. - [engine turns over]
Fuck that guy.
♪ ♪
Well, this is sketchy as fuck.
Oh, my God, Mickey,
those are the same guys who tried to grab Ashley.
- [all grunting] - Hey!
Ah!
We have to find a way inside.
- No. No. - Why not?
Because Octoface could know that we followed him here,
and this could all be a trap. No.
There's no way we're going inside without a plan, okay?
♪ ♪
I'm sorry to just barge in here like this.
- What's wrong, Hannah? - [sighs]
I don't know where to start.
Everything is just kind of falling apart.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. It's okay.
[soft dramatic music]
Thank you. [sighs]
Holy shit.
Angelica Wyatt is Ema's mom.
[chuckles] You're fucking kidding me.
[laughs] Thanks, sis.
♪ ♪
[child] Dylan, come warm up with us!
You don't think I know it was you
who called social services?
You think I don't know what you've been doing
to that poor boy?
He's my son, Martha.
- Do the right thing, Billy. - [Billy] And what?
Give him to you?
Over my dead body.
♪ ♪
[Dylan] No, no!
No! No, no!