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(dramatic music)

- [Narrator] Previously on A Girl Named Jo.

- Whatever happened to Frances Chambers?

Jo's mom. - Just a terrible tragedy.

- Hey, you can't outrun me.

I just wanted to apologize.

- Oh, I am so sorry, I just slipped and fell

right into his mouth.

- [Junior] Can I try out for the basketball team?

- [Thomas] What about your job at the diner?

- Oh!

(whistle blows) - I'm wondering

if you have any archives from the fire 10 years ago?

It's for Phoenix Fest.

How can I make these bigger? - Come with me.

- [Jo] This can't be from after the fire.

- How would you know? - She's my mother.

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- You know.

This place could use a little freshening up.

- Is that right?

- You know.

The curtains.

The counter, it's all just a bit

'50's. - Well, if anyone would know,

it's the man who has barely been here since 1950.

- Wouldn't take much.

Get some new upholstery, fresh count of paint, and--

- Who's gonna pay for it, Bobby, you?

(doorbell rings)

- If you'll excuse me, I have a customer.

Hi!

Welcome to 1953, may I help you?

- Just some toast and a coffee to go, please.

- For a growing boy like you,

why not try our Triple Stack-Stack Silver Dollar Pancakes?

Or our Oh Mama Omelet.

- Just the toast to go, sir.

- Hey, you look a lot like somebody I used to know.

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- Well, I'm new to town, so.

- Huh.

All right, one omelet, comin' up.

On the house. (dramatic music)

♪ I know her name is Jo ♪ (breezy music)

♪ Her last name, I don't know ♪

♪ When I close ♪

♪ My eyes ♪

♪ I'll visualize ♪

♪ A little girl ♪

♪ Named ♪

♪ Jo ♪

(cheery music)

- Hey, baby.

I've been doing some thinking. - How refreshing

that must be for you. (locker slams)

- (laughs) I deserve that.

But look.

The Fitzroy's and Dupont's go back generations.

Now we're in business together, so.

What can I do to make it right, hm?

- You don't have to do anything, Lawrence,

because even if you did everything,

I still wouldn't take you back.

- But. - Not but's.

We're done, for good.

Oh, and you can have this back.

(cheery music)

- Hey, congrats, man!

- Scram. (cheery music)

No. (cheery music)

There must be a mistake.

(cheery music) (boy scoffs)

(people chatter)

- There's probably a perfectly logical explanation for this.

- Such as? (ominous music)

Exactly.

- Look, maybe it's not even your mom.

I mean, the picture's really blurry.

- It's my mom, Cathy. (ominous music)

- Do you know him? - Yeah.

I mean, no.

I just see him everywhere.

(ominous music)

Do you think he's trying to kill me?

- (laughs) He probably just likes you, Jo.

(ominous music)

- So he wants me

to kill him. - Eyes up front, ladies.

This is of upmost importance.

Every young lady worth her salt must know

how to make a pineapple upside down cake.

First, the proper pan. (upbeat music)

(bell rings)

- (sighs) Beef stroganoff again.

- Larry.

I heard what happened with Cathy.

You know we're in this together, right?

And I think I know just the thing to get her back.

I mean, if that's what you want.

(upbeat music)

- Beef stroganoff?

Again? - What's wrong

with the beef stroganoff?

- Is that a Oh Mama omelet?

- Yeah.

- So you are stalking me!

- Me? - Yes, you!

You look at me like I'm a ghost, I see you everywhere.

- Well, uh.

No, I think there's a mis--

(upbeat music) Okay.

- Hey.

Do you know where my sis is?

- She's in line for food. (smooth jazz music)

- I'm Junior, by the way.

- I'm Catherine.

My friends call me Cathy. - So which should I call you?

- I see you two have met. - Hey.

Don't give me grief, sis.

Can you tell Pop and Bobby I have practice after school?

Nice to meet you, Cathy.

- Seriously?

Didn't you just break up with your boyfriend?

- (laughs) What?

No, I mean, I was just, I was trying.

Has he seen the picture yet?

- (exhales) Gosh, no.

Junior does not like talking about my mom.

- What the--

(melancholy music)

Have you ever skipped school before?

- Yeah, sure, I have.

Have you?

- There's a first time for everything.

Come on, I have a plan. (melancholy music)

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- I thought we talked about this.

No paint.

- It's just a swatch.

- I don't know what a swatch is,

but I know exactly where you can shove it.

- This diner has been in my family for generations.

Which just means I want the best for it.

And if I decide to paint it, I'll pay.

- (laughs) Yeah, you'll pay for a bucket of paint.

You get it halfway down the wall,

and then you'll disappear for two years.

- Look, Tommy.

I love it here.

I always have, ever since I was little,

and my dad used to sit Frances and me at that counter.

She used to babysit me here, you know?

- If only you hadn't been at the counter that day.

(sad music)

- Okay, let me get this straight.

You ditch your first day of school,

and now you wanna break into Lenny Alvarez's house.

- Don't you want answers, Jo?

Lenny went to jail for starting the fire,

and if your mom's still alive, then there has

to be more to the story. - What if he's home?

- We just wait until he leaves.

Besides, since when are you the scary cat, Chambers?

- Whoa, I am not scared one bit.

- Good.

'Cause we're here. (dramatic music)

(ominous music)

- Yoo-hoo, Mr. Principle!

- What is it, Alice? - Fresh from the oven.

(soft music)

Say.

I noticed that Cathy and Jo weren't

in math class this afternoon.

- Is it that stomach bug going around?

- Well, I hate to be a snitch,

but a few of the girls noticed that Cathy and Jo

were sneaking off school grounds.

And it worries me sick to think of them all alone

in the world. (soft music)

(dramatic music) - It's locked, now what?

- Moment of truth, Fitzroy.

There's no time to turn around.

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(door thumps) (Cathy coughs)

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(Jo hums) - Stop.

- Two dirty plates. - Wife?

- Doubt it, I mean, Lenny's wife and kid

left him after the fire.

Serves him right.

- What's an old man doing with this?

- Spooky.

Come on, let's go.

(Jo coughs)

(Jo sighs)

- Come on, Jo, he could be back any minute.

(ominous music)

What is it? - Looks like a floor plan

for a really old building.

- Is it?

- The Rubber Factory. (ominous music)

What is it? (ominous music)

- I'm sorry, Jo, I didn't know, I promise.

(keys jingle)

What was that? (ominous music)

Oh no. (dramatic music)

- We have to get out, now! - Go!

(dramatic music)

- Hey!

(gun cocks) (dramatic music)

(gun fires) (Jo yells)

- Sorry, I just tripped. (dramatic music)

(phone rings)

- Attaboy Diner, how may I help you?

Principle Hurley, hi.

No, it's not Thomas, it's Bobby.

(cheery music)

I'm fine, thank you. (cheery music)

Cutting school, you say?

(cheery music)

Well, you know.

Thomas isn't in right now.

But I will make sure that he gets the message.

Okay, thank you.

Bye. (phone clanks)

- Hey, Bobby. - Yeah?

- Yeah, who was that? - Nobody.

Wrong number.

(soft music) (bell rings)

- What do you make of it all?

The blueprint, the flyer?

Extra seat at the table. - Well.

What if Lenny didn't act alone all those years ago?

What if he's-- - Plotting something new?

- For Phoenix Fest.

- [Man] Catherine Fitzroy, is that you?

- (sighs) Listen, next week

is my family's annual garden party.

Come, we'll sneak into my dad's office

and see what turns up. - Young lady!

(soft music)

- How was your day off, dear? (door shuts)

- We hope it was a doozy because you are officially grounded

from here until junior year. (soft music)

Up.

- Trying a new bolognese for the diner.

Something fresh.

- So.

How was school today, sport?

- Oh. (soft music)

You know, the usual.

- Stuck in class all day.

(soft music)

- Wow.

This is a really good sauce, dad.

- Thanks, Jo. (soft music)

- How was school today? - Fine.

(somber music)

- If anyone's giving you a hard time--

- No one's giving me a hard time, Lenny.

Nobody even knows who I am yet.

(somber music)

- You can call me dad, you know?

(somber music)

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