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You weren't even born yet.

I went to go see it
with my friend Jen,

first time I saw it.

Mm-hmm.

That's it for today.
Really great discussion.

Emily, I really appreciate
your thoughts on capitalism

and consumerism in the '80s.

Some very insightful
stuff there,

Thanks, Miss Connelly.

I like being here.

You know, it's such a shame
that more people at this school

don't realize how smart
and sweet you are.

Maybe we should work on that?

Sure, whatever you say.

I should get going.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Is this history club?

Oh, didn't hear you come in.

Sorry. I didn't mean
to startle you.

Oh, that's okay.
And this was the history club.

And you are?

I'm David Olson.

I'm new here.

Oh. I'm Miss Connelly.

It's nice to meet you,
David Olson.

Same to you too.

So you say you're new here.

How are things going
for you so far?

Lots of changes?

I'm getting used to it.

I just moved in with my grandma,
from upstate.

Now, let me guess.
You're a history buff, right?

Yeah, yeah,
you could say that, for sure.

Seems the older I get,

the more fascinated I become
with the past.

Well, then, David,
this club is perfect for you.

I'm sure you're right.

Now, everyone
that was here today,

will they be here tomorrow?

Yes.

Terrific.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yes, you will.

What you got there?

Oh, hey.

I found this old photo album
in Dad's closet.

Oh, I forgot those
were in there.

Oh, yeah.

I think some of these
are from before we even met.

I miss him too.

Em.

- Yeah, Mom?
- Breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, okay.

Sweetheart, are you behind
on your schoolwork?

No. These are just some
extra-credit assignments.

Oh, okay. Well, then you can
take a break for five minutes

and eat.

Sure.

What?

Nothing. I just...

I want you to know we're good.
As far as money, I mean.

Mom...

Your father,
God rest his soul,

he made sure that both of us
are very well taken care of.

And I know that you like
to worry about things.

It's just the way
you're built.

And I worry too.
Trust me, I do.

I worry about keeping you safe

and protecting you
without him and...

Well, you're doing
a really good job so far.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Anyway, at the very least,

I don't want you
to stress yourself out

about having to nail
some scholarship, okay?

Your education's paid for,
so give yourself a break.

Go out, meet some friends,
have a little fun.

Em, you've always been
a shy girl.

Don't get me wrong.
It's part of your beauty.

But since your father died...

Your point being?

That I would like to see you
try a little harder

with your peers,
not just with the books.

We can't all be
high school cheerleaders, Mom.

Come on, I'm not saying
that you have to be like I was.

You mean popular?

Em, these years are gone and
behind you before you know it,

and they don't
come back around,

and there's nothing
quite like them, believe me.

I just want you
to enjoy this time.

I'll try, all right?

Ooh! I heard a rumor

that someone has a birthday
this week.

17 million people celebrate
their birthday on any given day.

800,000 in the U.S. alone,

so you can probably
believe that rumor.

Anyway, I was thinking,

how about we have
a little party for it here?

Small, intimate.

You can invite your friends
from school.

Intimate would be right
'cause I have like one friend.

And I adore Michelle,
so have her come over.

I'm just gonna get a protein bar
on my way to school.

Bye, Mom.

Hey.

So I guess my birthday's
coming up in a couple of days.

You guess?

Happy early birthday.

My mom wants me to ask you over
for cake and stuff.

Your mom does?

Is this another guess?

Michelle, do you want
to come or not?

I guess I could eat
some cake and stuff.

Good.

Who is that?

I don't know.
He must be new.

He must be. I would not
forget a face like that.

Oh, yeah.
How could I forget?

Your birthday
is Valentine's Day.

Yeah. I try to forget that too.

- What do you mean?
- It means...

I've never had
an actual valentine before,

so I guess it's always been
sort of a non-issue.

Hmm.

Anyways, I gotta get
to history club.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Good morning, club.

Come on in and have a seat,
and let's get things started.

Ah, there he is.

Everyone, we have a new member
to our history club.

His name is David Olson.

-Hey.
- Hi, guys.

All right, now, we all
were new to something

- at some point, right?
-Yeah.

So let's do our best
to make David comfortable.

Have a seat.

Oh.

Perfect seat for you,
right next to Emily.

She's super smart, and you both
have a love for history.

Who knows what else
you might have in common?

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm David.

I remember.

Can you help me out
with something?

I could use some help.

Um...

I don't know.

- What do you need?
- The 411 on this place.

Yeah, I don't know
if I'm the best person to ask.

I don't know about that.

I find it's usually the quiet
ones that pick up on everything.

Um, I need to get to a meeting
with my guidance counselor now.

Oh, okay.

Hey, would you just hang out
with me for a little bit?

Uh...

Yeah, sure.

Thanks...
for being so nice to me.

Sucks being the new kid.

You know, it's like...

Have you ever showed up
to a party late?

You're stone cold sober,

but everyone around you's
already trashed?

You just feel like
you missed everything.

I could see that.

Miss Connelly, she's cool.

She's, uh...

She's awesome.

Remember when she said that

me and you might have
some things in common?

Yeah, 'cause it was like
45 minutes ago.

Well, let's test her theory.
What are you into?

Well, I clearly like
to study history.

History?
That's my favorite subject too.

What I love is
that there's literally

so many things to study
that it's overwhelming.

I know.

It's amazing.
If you really think about

all the things
that go on around us,

how they all connect
because of our past.

Yeah, I know.

I've always been a firm believer

that if you don't know
your history,

you'll be doomed to repeat it.

Well, I should go.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll see you soon, Emily.

So you're sure now.

You definitely want
to major in history.

I'm all in, Mrs. Stein.

Okay, well,
you may be in luck.

There's a gentleman named
Frank Phillips.

He's the head of admissions
at USC.

Also happens to be
an old college friend of mine.

Oh, that's cool.

Well, would you like
to meet him?

It would certainly
give you a head start

in getting into
the history program.

Yeah, sure.
That'd be awesome.

Okay.

Okay, what's going on with you?

You're a little bit more absent
than usual today, Emily.

Sorry. No, I'm here,

and I would love
to meet your friend.

Okay. I'll set it up.

Thanks again, Mrs. Stein.
You're the best.

Well, I'm very fond
of you too, Emily.

Now go on. Get back
to whatever is distracting you.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Okay, what is up with you?

What do you mean?

You're smiling
way more than usual.

What do you mean?

See?

Sorry. If it bothers you,
I'll stop.

Or you could just tell me
what happened.

Hey, Emily.

Oh. Never mind.

Told you I'd see you again.

Looks like you were right.

So are you heading home now
or what?

I'm heading home.

Yeah.

Do you drive?

I drive.

No, but I live pretty close,
so I usually just walk.

Well, I live pretty close too.

You guys go ahead.

I'm too busy
talking to myself.

Your, um,
your friend Michelle,

you guys like besties
or what?

Pretty much. She's basically
the only friend I have here.

Well, as of now,
you're basically mine.

We should grab coffee
after school tomorrow.

What do you say?

You mean like as friends?

As whatever.

Just get all jacked up
on caffeine

and get to know each other
a little better.

It'll be fun, I promise.

Be an historic event.

Could be a scone in it for you,
if you play your cards right.

I know that look.

Mom, jeez.

I haven't seen you smile like
that in quite some time.

You're the second person today
to tell me that.

Oh, then it must be a thing.

So what's got your corners up?

Or should I say who?

Oh, my God. Nosy much?

Fine, have it your way.

Look. Mm-mm!

Mm! But come on,
'cause dinner's almost ready.

- So is he cute?
- Mom...

- Is he tall?
- Mom!

Is he...

Mom...

All right.

Oh, that reminds me.

Did you invite Michelle over
to celebrate your birthday?

Em? Asked you a question.

Sorry. What?

Did you invite Michelle over
to celebrate your birthday?

Oh. Yeah, I did.
She said yes.

Ah, that's wonderful.

Come on, what is the deal?
What is his name?

David.

David.

Okay.

David.

And is, uh, David coming over
to celebrate your birthday too?

Jeez! Can I get a mocha latte
with the guy first?

I don't know. As long as
that's not teenage code for--

Mom!

Fine. I hope you're hungry.

Wow. So you actually live
all by yourself?

In my grandma's old house.

We just never got around
to selling it

after she passed away.

And where are your parents
in all of this?

Silver Park Cemetery upstate.

They died, too,
about six months ago now.

Uh, I-I'm so sorry.

How did it happen?

It's strange, Emily.

You have a better chance
of being elected

the President
of the United States

and dying in a plane crash,
but...

Guess I'd be on the
wrong side of that calculation.

How are you doing with it?

I mean, everybody
just keeps telling me

that "it's a process,
it's a process."

But I sure do miss 'em though.

That's for sure.

You know, my dad was definitely
one of those...

hands-on type of dads,
you know?

He's more like...

He was more like
my best friend.

And your mom?

She was just the sweetest woman
in the world.

You know, I'm grateful
for every minute

that I got to spend with them.

Even though it's hard
not thinking about

all the times that I won't.

I get it.

But you know what's funny?

When I really think back to it,
what I miss the most,

it's all of us just sitting
around the dinner table.

You know, eating and laughing
and talking about our day.

Are you okay, Emily?

My father passed away too.

Cancer.

A year ago.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am to hear that.

What was your dad's name?

Dylan.

It's the process, right?

That's what they tell me.

I'm glad we did this.

The oldest record of a valentine
being sent

goes all the way back
to the year 1415.

It was a poem written by
a French medieval duke

by the name of Charles
to his wife.

He wrote this sweet note
while he was in prison

in the Tower of London,

- and he was just 21 years old.

Excuse me! Valentines!

Speaking of valentines...

Sorry to disturb,
Miss Connelly.

I have love to give out.

- Do you think, Cupid?
- For those fortunate enough

to have an admirer this year,
secret or otherwise.

Whoo!

Really?

Thank you, Cupid.

Emily Marshall,
will you accept this rose?

I will.

What are you doing tonight?

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

Oh, hi, Michelle!

Hi, Mrs. Marshall.

Oh, sweetie,
thank you for joining us.

Of course.
I'm glad to be here.

Fantastic. I have a few things
to finish in the kitchen,

so I will be right back,
okay, girls?

Okay.

What's up?
You look nervous.

Oh, my gosh!
Is that Mr. Valentine?

David?

I should get the door.

Hey.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I didn't think
you would show up.

Are you kidding?
Wouldn't miss it for the world.

More flowers?

Oh, yeah.

My mom always said
that you can't be too gifted

or gift too many flowers.

They're beautiful.

Oh...

So are we blowing the candles
out here or...

Yes.

Uh, no.

Come in.

Mom, this is David.

David, this is my mother.

And you've already met Michelle.

Of course.

Hi.

Hi, I'm Ashley.

It's great to meet you,
Mrs. Marshall.

It's nice to meet you too.

Wow. This is a very lovely home.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

Wait, these are for me?

Of course.

Oh, God.

I don't think
that I've gotten flowers

from anyone since...

Uh, let's just say
it has been a minute.

Well, the minute's up.

Come on in and grab a slice.

It's double cheese.

It's like you knew
I was coming.

You didn't tell me
he was coming.

So are you two like...

Well, he hasn't tried
to kiss me yet,

but I think he's interested.

Mm-hmm, well, are you?

So how are your classes?

It must have been hard to move
in the middle of the year.

Yeah, it's going pretty good
so far.

I can tell calculus is gonna
kick my butt though.

But Emily told me that you're
like a math whiz or something.

Oh, well I do know
my times tables.

Nine times seven, quick.

63.

Wow, you're good.

Thanks.

Maybe you can help me out
sometime.

Maybe.

You guys are the best.

Good job.

You really do have yourself
a cool little family here.

Yeah. I'm pretty lucky.

Yeah, you could say that.

Sorry your dad's not here.

I'd have loved to have met him.

I think he would've
really liked you.

I'm sure it'd be mutual.

So...

did you get everything
you wanted today?

Almost.

Oh, my God.
I am so sorry.

No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, okay?

Look, I really like you, okay?

But...

My mom told me to
take these things really slow.

She was always very demure
about these kind of things.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It seems like I would have had
a lot in common with her too.

My dad too. Trust me.

Here.

I should probably
get going, okay?

Happy birthday, my valentine.

So?

Very cute, very sweet.

And those flowers? Oh!

Tell me about it.

See what happens when you
put yourself out there?

Your very first valentine.

Mmm!

- What can I help with?
- Uh, the chairs.

You put the chairs back.
I'll take care of the rest.

Okay.

The cake was so good.

Oh, sweetie,
I'm so glad you liked it.

I know you love strawberries.

You think I can maybe have
another slice before bed?

- Or should I wait?
- Let's have it for breakfast.

- Okay.
- You got everything?

All right.

Is everything all right, baby?

Yeah, I'm great.

Okay. Good night, sweetie.

Good night.

What the hell?

Hey.

David, it's00 in the morning.

What are you doing here?

I thought we could get
some breakfast before school.

Being spontaneous. I thought
you'd think it was cute.

I do. It's just...

I'm a little surprised
you'd show up out of the blue.

Oh, well, I sent you a text.

You did?

Yeah.

Oh. I-I just didn't see it.

I'd never lie to you, Emily.

Well, what about last night?

What about it?
I thought we had a good time.

We did, and then I caught you
standing outside my house

after we said good night.

You caught me?

What? You weren't?

I sent out an email
like right before I left.

I mean, I'm not good
at walking and texting.

You probably saw me
right after I sent it,

and then I walked home.
That's it.

So... eggs, bacon,
side of toast.

What do you say?

I say...

I'll see you at school, David.

Okay?

Okay.

And when I looked out
the window,

he was just standing
on the sidewalk,

staring at my house.

Same as the night before?

Yep.

Yep, that's weird.
What did he say?

That he wanted to take me
to breakfast before school.

And he did send me a text.
I just didn't see it.

What about last night?

Something about an email that
he remembered he had to get out

and that I saw him
after he sent it.

Well, that kinda
makes sense, right?

Yeah, it does, I guess.

Come on. A super cute guy
wants to take you to breakfast,

and you're finding reasons
to complain.

You're right.
I should just be happy

that he wants to see me
so much.

- Mm-hmm!
- Right.

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, so listen.

I feel bad about
what happened this morning,

but I've been having a lot
of fun getting to know you,

and I don't want to push it.

If I don't feel bad about it,
then you shouldn't either.

Okay, okay.

- Okay, who is that?
- What?

Texting right now.
Who is it?

No one, David.

- Okay, fine. Let me see.
- Hey!

See? Why are you being
so weird?

You're the one being weird.

Okay, fine,
then show me the text.

It's Michelle.

My God.
What's the matter with you?

Sorry. I'm sorry, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Hey, don't walk away from me
like that.

You're embarrassing me.

Emily, David,
is everything okay over there?

Yeah, Miss Connelly.

I was just leaving.

Okay.

Hey! Hey, it's Emily, right?

Mm-hmm.

I'm Pete. We're in
the same chemistry class.

Okay.

Think I can get a copy
of your notes from yesterday?

I was at home sick,

and it's like the last class
I want to fall behind in.

If you can just scan them
and email them to me,

that'd be epic.

Why not? What's your email?

There you go.

- Got it.

Thanks.
I really appreciate it.

- David!
- We get into one argument,

and you're already talking
to another guy.

You can go now.

So can you.

- Emily, Emily, Emily.
- What?

I know I was wrong with
the texting thing, okay?

And this is how you
make up for it?

By pushing some poor kid that's
asking for my chemistry notes?

But how was I supposed
to know that?

- Try asking me.
- I said I was sorry!

Hey!

Hey, what is going on here?

Emily?

I'm all right, Mrs. Stein.

I don't know you.

Hi, I'm David Olson.

David.

You must be new here.

Because around here,
we don't really take kindly

to students
hassling other students.

I wasn't hassling her.

We're in the same history class,
and I had a question.

Is that true, Emily?

I said I was fine.

See?

Go to class, David.

Okay.

Whatever you say, Mrs. Stein.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Sure there's nothing else you
wanna tell me about this guy?

Not really.

Next year at this time,

you're going to be
in college, right?

That's the plan.

Well, part of that plan
should be focusing

on getting into the school
that you deserve.

You're right.

You know, we all have
a time in our life

when we have to step up
and take control.

This may be your time.

Well, I have good news.

I heard from my friend at USC,

and he said he'd be
delighted to meet with you.

Really? That'd be great.

Well, I'll let you know
when it's all set up,

but until that time, focus.

Janet? Oh, Janet.

Hey! What's going on?

I just wanted to have
a quick chat with you

about one of your history club
students, David Olson.

What about David?

I don't like him.

Okay.

You do?

Yes, I do.

I think he's a nice young man.

Well, I just got in the middle
of a heated argument

between that nice young man
and Emily Marshall.

And?

Come on! You know
these kids these days.

One day they're together.
Next day, they're not.

Yeah, you're right about that.

And honestly, I'm happy to see
Emily opening up a little bit.

Yeah. No, I want that
for her too.

So what's the problem?

I don't know, like he just
gives me the creeps.

Hey.

Hey, Jane, how's it going?

Good, good.
You have a visitor.

- I do?
- He's in your office.

I didn't think that I had
any appointments today.

David?

What are you doing here?

Hey, Ashley,
I was just in the area,

and I thought that I'd pop in.

Pop in?

Uh, how did you even know
where I worked?

Oh, Emily told me
that you were an estate planner.

It wasn't too hard
to find you at all.

Shouldn't you be
in school right now?

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say
thank you

for accepting me in your home
the other day.

Really meant the world to me.

Oh, um, you're welcome.

It's been really great getting
to know you and your daughter.

How are you doing, Ashley?

Fine.

See, Emily also told me
about Dylan.

And if I'm being honest,

it really hit me hard
when I heard about it.

Why is that?

I don't know.

You know, it's just
the thought of Emily

having to grow up
without her father,

and you having to grow older
without your husband.

It's all really sad.

You're right, it is sad.

I'm sure it gets
pretty lonely too.

Anyways, I have some things
I gotta get to,

so I'll get
out of your hair.

I'll see you later, Ashley.

Hey there, Ashley.

Hi, Miss Connelly.

Thank you for taking my call.

You're welcome.
What can I do for you?

I wanted to talk to you
about a friend of Emily's.

Let me guess. David Olson?

Yes.

Hmm. Someone else was
just asking me about him.

Why are you?

He just stopped by my office

out of nowhere and, um...

Oh? Why'd he do that?

He said he wanted to thank me

for having him over for Emily's
birthday the other night.

Well, maybe he shouldn't have
just dropped in like that,

but that doesn't sound
too sketchy.

Uh, I-I guess not.

I just, um...

He just seems like
a bit too much for me,

and, um, and maybe for Emily.

And you're her favorite teacher,

so I thought that I would just
get your thoughts on it.

Well, honestly,
David seems like a nice guy.

You should have seen
the look on Emily's face

when he gave her
a valentine rose.

It was pure bliss.

Yeah, um...

No, trust me, I am so happy
that Emily is opening up more.

I'm just, um...

Being a good mother?

Listen,
I'll keep my good eye on it,

and if something should happen,
I promise I'll let you know.

That would be great,
Miss Connelly, thank you.

Call me Janet.
And you're welcome.

Janet.

You raised a very special
young lady, Mrs. Marshall,

and clearly, David agrees.

I can't tell you
how excited I was

when I heard that you agreed
to come out with me tonight.

Look, I know it's been weird,

considering everything
that's been going on lately,

but hey, you know,
it's been weird for me too.

But you know what?

There's something here.

I can feel it.

I can feel it,
and I know you can feel it.

I don't know,
but if you ask me,

I think it's time
we did something about it.

I feel like crap.

That's gotta be the worst review
I've ever gotten.

You know what I mean.

Why don't we
just try again, okay?

David, Emily is my best friend.

Hey, she's my friend too.

But is that really what you
wanna think about right now?

Why are you smiling?

Because I had
a good time. I--

That's your idea of a good time,
hooking up with the guy

that your best friend
has been talking to?

- But you just--
- ..., Emily!

You gotta be the dumbest person
I've ever met.

I'm a guy,
and we'll do anything we want,

if it gets us closer
to what we want.

I wouldn't have done it
if I'd known you'd be--

You're not gonna tell Emily
about this, are you?

Screw you.

Not quite.

We had fun, didn't we?

Hey.

Hey.

Did you, uh,
did you get my gift today?

I sure did.

I've been reading it all night.

Awesome.

Yeah, I thought
I knew everything

about the fall of the Romans,

but this?

I guess I never really
thought of it that way.

Yeah, that's like my favorite
thing about it too.

So...

where are you right now?

Um, just at home,
thinking about you.

Hey, Emily,

about earlier today,

are we good?

We're good.

Well, good night then, Emily.

Good night, David.

What happened?
Are you okay?

It's all right.

Whatever it is,
you can just say it.

Please don't hate me.

Michelle,
I would never hate you.

Just tell me what's going on.

I hooked up with David
last night.

What?

I hooked up with David
last night.

What?

Emily, listen, please.

How how could you
do this to me?

I swear, I...

I finally get attention
from a guy,

my first valentine
in my whole life.

I know, I know.

You're supposed to be
my best friend.

- I am.
- So why take this away from me?

I mean, I was jealous.
I made a mistake.

You sure did.

Emily, I'll make it up to you.
What can I do?

You can get out of my house.

What?

I mean it. Get out.

Hey, what's going on
with all the yelling in here?

Michelle!

What happened?

My ex-best friend hooked up
with David last night.

- What? I thought that--
- So did I.

Oh, honey.
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.

How did you get in here?

Emily. Hey, why don't we go
get that breakfast now?

How about you never
talk to me again?

What's wrong?
I thought we were all good.

And I thought you were out
clearing your head last night.

Well, I was.

Michelle just dropped by.

Oh.

So you won't even kiss me,

but you'll make out with
my best friend all night?

Emily, why don't you
just let me explain?

Hey!

- Good morning, Ashley.
- You need to go now, David.

Look at that. You're starting to
sound like the man of the house.

You kids,
you better get off my lawn!

But there is no man
in the house, is there?

- What did you just say to me?
- Nothing.

I'm sure you miss having all
that alpha energy around you.

All right, David, you know what?
It's boundary time.

No more coming by here
uninvited,

no more popping in
at my office.

As a matter of fact,
if you're not off my property

in exactly one minute,

I'm calling the police.

You know what?
It really is a nice house.

Go now.

Okay.

I'll leave.

Oh, Emily,
I'm glad to run into you.

I was about to come find you
this morning.

Oh, really? Is it about
your friend from USC?

It is. He can meet you
after school for coffee,

if you're available.

I'll be there.

Thanks again
for your recommendation.

Of course. Who knows?

Maybe you'll be
teaching there someday.

I'd love that.

Hey, aren't you supposed to be
in history club right now?

I'm...

Uh, I'm avoiding someone.

That boy I saw you
arguing with.

David.

What's going on with that?

He's a mess.

He showed up at my house.

He's getting jealous
out of nowhere,

even though we just started
hanging out and...

other stuff I don't feel like
talking about.

Okay. It's okay, Emily.

Just focus, okay?

And don't forget about
that appointment this afternoon.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, David, David.

How's it going, Mrs. Stein?

- Oh, me? I'm great.
- Glad to hear.

One of my students
has a problem though,

and that problem is you.

You're not talking about Emily,
are you?

You know that I am.

Okay, look.

It's just some hallway drama.

You were young once.
I'm sure you understand.

Wait, you don't have a little
crush on Emily, do you?

She told me about
this little meeting

you and your buddy
are setting up at USC.

What's with all the extra help
with Emily going to college?

That's exactly my job.

And intimidating the man in
her life, is that your job too?

Listen, Emily has
much bigger things to focus on

than fights with some stupid
high school jerk, all right?

You need to leave her alone.

You can't tell me what to do.
I'm 18. I have rights.

Okay, if by rights
you mean the right

to be tried as an adult
for harassing a minor,

then yes, you're correct.

You need to stop messing
with her and her family or--

Or what?

Or I will call the authorities.

I'm getting pretty sick
of no one being able

to handle their own
problems anymore.

Do not try me, David.

You got me. I'm not looking
to cause any trouble.

I care about Emily, okay?

And if you think that it's best
for her that I leave her alone,

well, I will.

You really mean it?

Of course.

Okay, okay, well, then
I am glad we had this chat.

Me too.

So tell me why
you like history.

Well, Mr. Phillips,

I guess I'd say...

I mean, there's so much to learn
about so many things,

it's a little overwhelming,

but that's kind of
the fun of it all, isn't it?

Agreed.

The truth is,

it's amazing how little
we actually know

about the things
going on around us

and how it all connects us
to the past.

That sounds familiar.

Hey.

Uh...

What are you doing here?

Well, I was just in the area,

and I saw that you were
having coffee with...

Who's this fella now?

Mr. Phillips.

He is the admissions interviewer
from USC.

Oh, awesome!

How you doing?
My name is David.

Frank.

So how's our girl here doing?

Uh, she was doing just fine.

Can you please just go?

Yeah, sure, I can go.

First, can you just consider
one little thing for me?

And what's that?

I don't know if Emily here
mentioned it,

but I, too, would like to
major in history next year.

Uh, she actually hadn't
mentioned you at all.

Well, she's a bit shy, this one,
so I'll just ask myself.

Since we're both planning
on attending the same college,

would you be open
to accepting both of us

into your highly esteemed
institution?

Look...

I have no idea what this is,

but I'm gonna
give you two a minute.

And hopefully when I return,
we can get back to our meeting.

Thank you, Frank.

And hey!

Don't forget
to wash your hands.

I like him.

How did you know where I was?

Because I followed you. Duh.

I asked you nicely this morning
to leave me alone.

A-- It wasn't that nice.
And second--

not until we talk about
what happened with Michelle.

Now, I know what she told you.

Just go!

Jeez.

All you had to do was ask.

Enjoy the rest of your meeting
with Frank.

I'm so excited to get
my acceptance letter.

Hey, Frank,
how did it go today?

Didn't I tell you
that Emily's--

What?

Oh, you've gotta be
kidding me.

What kind of things
was he saying?

Okay, all right, that's it.
I have had it.

Clearly, I didn't
get through to this kid.

I promise you,
I'm gonna take care of it.

Okay, all right.
Listen, thank you, Frank.

I'll talk to you soon.

David!

Hi, Mrs. Stein.

What, are you following me?

No. I just wanted to see how
USC was looking for next year.

Was that him on the phone
right now?

Tell me, how'd I come off?

Like someone trying to ruin
somebody else's opportunity.

That's not what I'm trying--

Okay, listen, all right?
You just shut up--

No, you listen to me!

Emily has been getting
the breaks her whole life,

and I'm getting
pretty sick of it.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about
the perfect house,

the perfect parents,
the perfect life!

Okay, all right!

Enough, David!

This stops right here.

And tomorrow
I'm gonna go to the principal,

and we're gonna discuss
your future around here.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How are you?

You know, pathetic,

embarrassed, self-loathing.

Pick one.

Just one?

It's okay, Michelle.
I'm not mad at you anymore.

You're not?

I know it's not your fault.

It's him. It's David.

Ah, facts!

This guy is crazy.
What is with him?

I have no idea,
but for some reason,

he's made it his mission in life
to make mine miserable.

And he used me
to help him do it,

and I let him.

He's a charmer.

Emily, I am so, so sorry.

It will never happen again.

I know.

Oh, my God. Did you guys
hear what happened?

- Hear what?
- Mrs. Stein.

- What about her?
- She's dead.

I-I can't believe she's dead.

I just heard.

Why is it that such bad things
happen to such good people?

My parents.

Your father.

I'm so sorry, Emily.

I know that you and Mrs. Stein
were very close.

Just another victim
of random violence.

Do you need a hug?

Move, please.

I can't.

Oh, my God, honey,
what happened now?

- You look like someone died.
- Someone did.

Wait, what are you
talking about? Who died?

Mrs. Stein.

What? Are you kidding?

Someone robbed her in a parking
lot outside her car last night,

and then
they stabbed her, Mom.

Oh, my God, that's--

She really believed in me.

I-I know.

And now she's dead.

Oh, sweetie, come here.
I'm so sorry.

Did you, um...

Did you see David today?

Besides class, I mean?

Yes.

So he's not
leaving you alone?

No.

Okay, look, honey, I think that
we should talk to the police

and see what they have to say.

I don't want to talk
to some police officer, Mom.

- I just want him to go away.
- Shh, okay.

It's gonna be okay.

How long have you been
out here spying on us?

Hi, Ashley.

I would tell you to call me
"Mrs. Marshall,"

but I want this to be the last
conversation that we ever have.

No, what's the matter?

Is this about Mrs. Stein?
I know.

I've been thinking about it
all day.

It's such a tragedy.

I want to talk to your parents.

- That's gonna be difficult.
- Why?

'Cause they're dead.

I didn't know that.

Yeah, you know,
it's actually...

It's actually
not an easy subject matter.

I'm sure you understand.

Look, David, I am sorry
about your parents.

- Yeah, me too.
- But you need to listen to me.

I don't know
what kind of ridiculous game

you think you're playing
with my daughter,

but it comes to an end
right now.

You know,
it's times like this

I bet you wish
Dylan was still alive.

I am perfectly capable of
handling someone like you.

- Someone like me?
- Yeah.

A little boy.

Oh, you're overflowing
with hidden anger

and artificial confidence,

and you're trying to control
or hurt someone else

to make up for your own
pathetic life.

But yeah,
at the end of the day,

you are just a little boy.

You know, Ashley, I already
told your daughter this.

Told her what?

That it's amazing
how little we actually know

about the things
that are going on around us.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I can promise...

this won't be
our last conversation.

Leave my daughter alone.

Goodbye, Ash.

You know, Emily,
I just don't get it.

Why are you being like this?

Why are you pretending like
the last week didn't happen?

Like I imagined
the cake we ate,

the laughs we shared.

I'm your first valentine,
for ... sake, Emily!.

And I know it can't be about
that blowhard Stein.

I mean, I get it.
The death was tragic.

But these things happen
all the time.

You gotta get over it!

And I know it can't be about
her friend from USC

'cause it sounds like you were
using my words to get in,

so I mean,
I just don't get it, Emily!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You know, the thing is, Emily,

we're connected.

We'll always be connected,

so why don't you stop being
a bitch and call me back?

So why don't you stop being
a bitch and call me back?

Emily, this guy is
a total freak!

How are you not like
freaking out right now?

Because he's just
screwing with me, Michelle,

and I wanna know
the reason why.

What are you gonna do?

I need to figure out everything
I can about David Olson.

I mean, there has to be some
explanation why he's doing this,

why he thinks we have
this deep connection.

What do you think it could be?

Who knows?

Maybe I remind him of
someone who broke his heart?

Something like that.

But if I can figure this out,

then maybe this all
will finally stop.

Are you sure you just shouldn't
let your mom handle it?

Mrs. Stein told me
that at some point in our lives,

we have to make the decision to
step up and take control of it.

I think this might be
my time to do that.

What happened to shy Emily?

You sure are a lot braver
than I would be.

Thanks.

But I could still use your help
for one thing.

What?

- Miss Harrison!
- What?

Come quick.
There are two kids fighting.

- What? Where?
- Outside. Hurry!

Okay. Just breathe.

There you are.

I don't understand,
Miss Harrison.

They were just here.

Okay, sure.

Thanks, Miss Harrison.

Yes! Let's go.

Not much here.

"Awaiting medical records."

Hmm.

Washington High School.
Good morning.

Hi. I, um, I was hoping
to get some information

on one of your former students.

I was hoping you could help me.

Who is this?

My name is Emily.
I am a friend of his.

I was just wondering--

I'm sorry, Emily. We can't
give out any information

regarding our students,
past or present.

I understand that, I do,
but this is super important.

And that's all
well and good, miss, but--

His name is David Olson.

What?

Why did you get quiet?

I-I really can't.

Please.

There's nothing I can tell you
about David Olson

or any other student who went
to Washington High School.

Good day, miss.

...! What--

The good news is
the damage is mostly cosmetic.

Bad news is it looks like
someone really wanted

to get under your skin.

I called the police.

- Good.
- Should be someone here soon.

Thank you.
That is the right thing to do.

No problem, boss.

You know, Jane, uh,

why don't you
take the rest of the day off,

and I will handle this.

You got it.

So, Miss Marshall,

do you have any idea
who could have done this?

Maybe someone
you had a beef with?

Angry ex-client or friend?
Anything like that?

There is this one kid
at my daughter's school.

His name is David Olson.

And he and my daughter
have been going out, sort of.

I don't really know
what that is, but--

You honestly would be surprised
at what people are capable of.

That includes teenagers.

But why in the world would he
trash a room like this?

We had a little, um,
confrontation yesterday,

and, uh, I know that
he knows where my office is.

Do you have any evidence?

Nothing concrete, but I--

- Miss Marshall...
- But I--

Unfortunately, I can't
question him without any proof.

But I will look into it a bit,
see what I find.

Thanks.
I would appreciate that.

You're welcome.
Oh, and if anything changes,

he cause any more problems,
here's my card.

Give me a call.

I'll be in touch.

Your mom's pretty,
but where is your father?

How long have you been
watching us?

No way.

"David's time with us
is almost done.

He's come a long way
in a short time.

His breakdown
from his mother's suicide

is quite understandable."

Suicide?

"Despite her extensive abuse,

she was the only parent
he's ever known."

That's...

That's impossible.

That's what he was talking about
all along.

We have the same father.

No, no, no.

I see you.

Now you see me.

Emily.

Mom, where are you?

I just got home.
Where are you?

- I'll be there soon.
- Good, okay.

I left you a message.
I've gotta tell you something.

Same.

Excuse me, Miss Connelly?

Yes, I'm Miss Connelly.

Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Rick.

I was in the office inquiring
about a student who goes here.

And who is that?

Emily Marshall.

They say the two of you
are pretty close.

Yes, we are.

I gave her ride home last year
when she was sick.

- Is she all right?
- As far as I know.

But her mother's office
was trashed today.

- I'm so sorry to hear that.
- Yeah.

But how can I help?

Well, you see, the thing is,
Mrs. Marshall seems to think

another student had
something to do with it.

Let me guess.

Do you mean David Olson?

I do.

You know, I have been
hearing his name

from too many people lately.

And you know when they say
there's smoke...

It leads to fire.
Indeed, it does.

Let's go discuss this
in my office.

Okay.

Mom?

- Where are you?
- Emily!

A mental institution, Emily?
Is that true?

He had a breakdown
after his mother died.

When was this?

He basically just got out.

- I'm calling the police.
- Wait, hold on.

There's more.

What more?

His mom didn't just die.

She killed herself.

And there's more.

Emily, just tell me, please.

His mother was
Dad's ex-girlfriend.

What-- What are you
talking about?

At his house, I found
this old picture on his laptop

of her and Dad.

It was the same one I found in
Dad's photo album the other day.

- They were definitely together.
- No, that can't be.

And I found a copy of Dad's
obituary on his computer.

- That can't be.
- Mom, look at them.

There's definitely
a resemblance.

I'm calling the police.

Mom!

Emily! Ashley!
Let me in!

It's okay, Em.
It's gonna be okay.

Hi, this is Ashley Marshall,
the one-- Yes!

I need someone
at my house right now.

Emily!

We need to talk, ladies.
I know you know that!

David, you need to go.
I've called the police.

How could you do that to me?
We're family.

I'm the blood of your blood,
for crying out loud!

Leave us alone!

Emily, what did I tell you
the first day we met?

If you don't know
your history...

You're doomed to repeat it.

Exactly. Now here we are.

Now let me in!

- They're coming.
- Thank God.

You two disappoint me
so damn much!

I can't believe that
David is my stepson.

I mean, if your father--

- If we had known--
- I know.

I swear, if we had known,
we would've tried to help him.

Of course you would've.

But I just don't understand

why Carla wouldn't tell Dylan
about his own son.

Did Dad hurt her?

Yeah.

I suppose he did.

Please tell me
that you guys never--

Mom.

He never even tried
to kiss me.

At first,
I didn't understand why,

but I do now.

So what now?

Well, the police have
reached out

to the doctor from
the mental health facility,

and he should be coming to town
tomorrow to collect his patient.

So like what happens to him?

Em, David is
a very disturbed young man,

but he is still
your father's child,

so we are going to do
everything we can

to make sure he gets
the help that he needs.

Okay, ladies,
just let you know,

I did another check
of the house.

There's no one in here

or skulking the area
at all, okay?

Appreciate that.

You're welcome.

We do have officers out
looking for David,

but if it's okay
with the two of you,

I'm gonna stay guard outside
for a little while,

just in case.

Just in case sounds good.

Works for me.

I'll be out back
if you guys need me.

Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

Why didn't you tell me you were
gonna investigate David?

You did tell me to put myself
out there, didn't you?

- Girl!
- Seriously.

I think I just needed to take
some more control of my life.

I'm proud of you.

I love you too.

Are you tired, baby?

Exhausted.

- How about a mocha latte?
- Perfect.

- I'm gonna be in my bedroom.
- Okay.

- Mom?
- Yeah.

I'm glad this week
is finally over.

Oh, me too, baby.
Me too.

The prodigal son returns.

You know, I always wanted
to say that,

but I guess "stepson"
works as well.

I think it's time
that we go inside,

we have ourselves
a little family chat.

And hey, if you even think
about calling for help...

I'll kill everyone
in this house

and not think twice
about the mess.

Please, please don't hurt
my daughter.

Always trying to be
the consummate mother.

Bravo, Ashley. Let's go.

Now, where is my step-sis?

Mom?

Where are you?

Emily!

You're just in time.

No.

Emily, why don't you
come have a seat?

Are you gonna tie me up too.

No.

I'm not worried about you.

But I am gonna tell you
exactly what I told your mom.

You even think about
trying to escape,

and there will be
three dead bodies here.

Would you look at your face!

Okay. You guys deserve
an explanation.

Both of you.

First thing
that I'd like to say

is that I really do wish
that you were my mom.

I imagine how different
my life would be

without the random beatings

and the scent of brandy
wafting off of her breath

as she tells me over
and over and over again

that I will be a disappointment
just like my father.

Our father.

It seems that I just
reminded her too much

of her great romance.

She was hurt badly
when he left,

so she hurt me...

badly...

and often.

But despite all of that,

no matter how crazy
that it sounds,

she still loved him.

When she found out that
he passed away, she lost it.

But you know what? She finally
told me my father's name,

where he lived,

and told me all about
the little family that he made

after they broke up.

And after all that,
she killed herself.

With this.

You know, I was gonna use this
to kill Mrs. Stein.

But I decided to save this
for just this occasion.

So I stabbed her
right in the back of my knife.

It was you.

She should've focused on
staying out of my business.

I can't believe
you killed her.

Would you let me finish
what I'm saying, please?!

I'm sorry.

To get back
to what I was saying,

after all that,
I experienced what they called

"a nervous breakdown,"

and they sent me
all the way to North Pines,

so they could
straighten me out.

Worked like a charm,
didn't it?

Because I never told them
that I knew my father's name.

Our father.

Look, David...

I understand you're upset.

You were abused,
and I'm sorry,

but why are you
doing this to us?

Can you put yourself in my shoes
for one second?

Look at this house.

Look at your mother.

You got everything,
and I got kicked like a dog.

I deserved better,
...damn it!

You know, here's a funny story.

One night, she got so drunk,
she took this thing out.

You know what she did?

She threatened to put a bullet
in my head!

14 years old.

Isn't that hilarious?

See, once I got out
of those North Pines,

all I could think about
was you two.

So I tracked you down,
and I followed you.

When I saw
the love you shared

and the kind of home
that you lived in,

I despised you!

I wanted to be the reason
that you felt bad,

the way that I felt bad!

So I made you fall for me,

care for me,

so that I could
leave you empty.

Empty the way that I felt
every day of my life!

So I enjoyed
pushing your buttons

until I let you in
on my little secret.

Because all of this...

is just a foreplay.

'Cause everything
leads to tonight...

because I never got one of those
dinners around the dinner table

that I said I did.

But I'm gonna get one.

Just one.

What does that mean, David?

Wait.

You said they were gonna find
three dead bodies.

I know that it's over.

There's no way that I'm
going back to North Pines,

which is the only possible way
that I can get out of this.

So I've decided to take matters
into my own hands,

and I'm choosing to get off
at this station tonight.

David, please!

Is there something
you'd like to say, Mom?

Yes! Yes!

Let's hear it.

David, I am so sorry

about everything
that happened to you.

Everything.

And I promise you,

if Dylan and I
had known about you,

if we knew where you were,

we would've helped you
your whole life.

It would have been different,
I swear to you.

But you don't have to do this.

You can let her go.

Because it was my fault
Dylan left your mom.

I'm the one you can hate.
Hate me.

Hate?

Mom, I don't hate you.

I love you.

This has been the happiest day
of my life.

Really?

Really.

Emily, run!

Emily, why don't you--

Mom!

You're no better than she is.

Em, baby...

I can't let you
ruin this for me!

You know what? We'll always
have history, right?

Don't move, David.

Or what?

I'll kill you.

My funny valentine.

Do it already.

Do it, Emily! Shoot me!

Get behind me.

Oh, good lord.

I just wanted to make sure
that you two were okay.

Is he dead?

I sure hope not.

Emily...

it looks like you picked
the wrong valentine.

Okay.

Hi, Emily.

Honey, it's okay, it's okay.

He's gone. David is gone.

He can't hurt us anymore, okay?