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(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

* Do re mi
fa so la ti do

* Do ti la so fa mi re do

-Bye, Dad.
-Bye, Em.

Oh, come on.
I just had it.

It's got to be here.

Hey, honey,
did you see that,
you know, the Stainer file?

GREGORY'S MOTHER:
No, I haven't.

GREGORY'S FATHER:
Well, it's gotta be
around here someplace.

Wait a minute, hold on.

(GREGORY'S FATHER GRUMBLING)

I am so late.

Oh, boy.
Okay, all right,
got everything?

Got the file? All right.

Okay, sport,
you have a good day, huh?

-Happy birthday, Pops.
-Thanks.

(SNEEZING)

(MEOWS)

There you go, Dixie.
You're safe with me now.

ISABELLE:
My darling Jordan,
I've missed you so.

I've returned from camp early.

It was just too infantile
for a 14-year-old like me.

Life is complicated
when you look like

Claudia Schiffer.

Ta-ta for now. Jenny.

(GASPS)

ISABELLE'S MOTHER:
Come on, Isabelle, honey!

Let's get
that care package
mailed off to your sister.

Just a sec, Mom!

(GRUNTING)

Hey. Cute, huh?
Aunt Lisa gave it to me.

It's lame, Mom. No offense.

I'm running to the market.

And remember, we're going
to the mall later.
Tiny Sprouts.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

-I'm outta here.
Love you. Bye.
-Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(STATIC HEARD FROM TV)

LAUREL:
Pull it up. No, up.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Dearest Emily.

We thought we'd begin
by giving you an update
of the goings on at camp.

See, we've been here
for about a month now
and we've realized something.

Basically...

We rule this place!

BOTH: Yes!

Pull it back, you invalid.

(GIGGLING)

You see, while you've been
training for your position
in the midget symphony...

Oh, my.

We've been doing some
rigorous training of our own.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

I think of it as
a warm up for my
in-person,

up and coming encounter
with the e-mail man.

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

And we think it's crucial that
you, too, change the focus
of your summer studies.

You remember Harold,
that loser with the buzz cut
who we saw eating his own snot

at the life saving movie?

GIRLS: Ew!

Well, check out Harold,
one year later.

Emily! Emily, my heart aches
for the vision of your
beauteousness.

I heard you're developing
into a beautiful
young woman and

Harold!
That's enough.
Less is more.

(WHISPERING) Call me.

Anyway, just get your hiney
back here for the last
two weeks of camp.

You'll still be
able to brush up for your
audition when you get home.

And that, Emily Lind,
is the master plan.
Love, Laurel.

And Jenny.
P.S.

GIRLS: Wwhap the o wit wwa!

Hit it, Jane.

-JENNY AND LAUREL: Bye, Emily!
-GIRLS: Bye!

(CAR ENGINE RUNNING)

(GIRLS SHOUTING)

I love you!

(WHOOPING)

(SIGHING) 35 days
until the Swamp Thing
is expected to hatch.

Today we're shopping
for its bassinet.

I mean, personally,
I think my old rabbit cage
would serve the same purpose,

but the mother-to-be
thinks not.

I know.
Here's the progress
on the wounded toenail.

(IMITATING TODDLER)
It's much better.

And, this is the piece
I'll be playing
for the Youth Orchestra,

The Mendelssohn.

It's what my teacher
Pauline played
to get into the symphony.

Now, it requires a ton of work

and I really don't think
there's any way I'll be able
to get up to camp this summer.

But about Harold...

(CHUCKLING) Just for fun,
I'd sort of like to know
if he plays an instrument.

And don't worry.

Even though
distance may part us,
I'll still never forget.

Wwhap the o wit wwa!

Okay, goodbye!

Bye.

GIRL: Oh, here she is.

(KIDS MURMURING)

-Hello, everybody.
-ALL: Hi, Emily.

Okay.

All right, Lea, you're first.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Divulge your secret.

I found a kitten
and I named her Dixie
and she's living in my room.

But the thing is,
I'm not allowed.

(SIGHING)

See,
my sister's allergic,
so I can't tell her.

But I had to tell someone.

Did you get kitty litter?

(CAR APPROACHING)

Philip,
look at all those kids.

Those are toddlers, Mother.
I am a pre-adolescent.

I'm counting down
for take-off.

Congratulations. Where to?

China.

(WHISPERING)
I'm digging there.

You'll be my contact
here at base.

Your codename is SK-14.

Once I've departed,
you'll have to deliver
a message to my parents.

Tell them I'm safe
but not where I've gone to.

Can I count on you, SK-14?

Your secret's safe with me.

This is Jenny's.
I gave it to her.

Can it be re-strung?

You saved my life
when you repaired
my mom's antique broach.

Don't worry about it.
Jenny never wears it anymore.

When she gets back from camp,
she'll never even realize
it's missing.

-Anything else?
-Yeah. You're the best.

Is it still stealing
if you use the money
to buy a present

for the person
you stole it from?

Gregory, what did you do?

Got my dad cologne at
Greenbacks for his birthday

with the money
I stole from his wallet.

EMILY: Next time,
you should make him a gift.

Parents love that stuff.

Anything else, Gregory?

(SIGHING)

I used the change
to buy candy and I'm not
allowed to have anything

besides fruit juice
Gummy Bears.

So I hid it in my
sleeping bag case.

Then you have nothing
to worry about.

Parents snoop under
drawers and mattresses,

so your hiding place shows
a stroke of brilliance.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!
We just moved here, sweetie.

Let's wait till next week
to destroy it.

Go upstairs and unpack,
okay?

-Hey, Philip.
-Hey.

Mom!
Oh, Mom, I can't
find my tennis shoes.

Look harder, David.

Dad, I've looked everywhere.

He can't go to tennis camp
tomorrow without tennis shoes.

Just give me a sec
to find my keys, okay?

(BELLS CHIMING)

(GASPING IN AWE)

(GASPING) Oh. Oh.
Look at the little bears.

(WOMEN CHATTERING)

(CRYING)

(BABIES CRYING)

(WAILING)

Emily,
which one do you like?

I'm trying
to think neutral

since we don't know
the baby's sex, but...

This one.

But I'm getting
really claustrophobic.

-I'm gonna go wait outside.
-Oh.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Excuse me.
My mom abandoned
me in a linen sale.

I'm kinda lost.

Can you tell me
where the escalators are?

Well, it's kinda complicated,
so listen carefully.

Take about ten steps
that way.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.

(SIGHING)

Hey.

Do you play
an instrument?

Yeah, the harmonica.

Checking out
the neighborhood.
Bye.

(SIGHING)

Oh! Oh, nature calls,
sweetie!

Can you grab the stuff
out of the trunk?
I'm not gonna make it!

(SCREAMING)

Who are you and what do
you think you're doing?

(SIGHING)
None of your business.

Of course it's my business.
These are my mother's roses.

What is this?

It's nothing.

It's a knight,
part of a chess set.

Looks expensive.
Irreplaceable.

Well, I have news for you.

There are certain things
that make sense to cover up,

like drinking glasses,
dishes,

maybe costume jewelry
that's rarely even worn,

but if you think
your parents
aren't going to notice

a piece of their precious
chess set is missing,
you're wrong.

They'll think
the movers lost it.

They'll be upset
but they won't be
able to blame me.

Well, if you
want to properly
conceal the evidence,

you better come with me.

Come on.

-I'm gonna need your name.
-Philip.

Did you just say
"fill it up"?

No, I said Philip.

Like P-H-I-L-I-P.

You mean, Philip.

Where'd you get
that strange accent?

(PHILIP SIGHING)
Chicago, I guess.

Interesting. I'm Emily.

A mill-o-what?

Like a millimeter
or a millipede?

I don't get it.

Emily, like Emily Dickinson
or Emily Bronte.

(CHUCKLES) Who are they?

Only like the
most famous female poet
and author ever to live.

(SIGHING)

Anyways,
you owe me 50 cents.

-For what?
-My services.

I've labeled your item
in case you ever need it back.

(SIGHING)

Okay, there you go.

(SIGHING)

Wait, is there like tons
of broken stuff in there,
of other people's?

Oh, is that what all those
kids were doing today
waiting in line?

They tell me their secrets,
which often involve broken
merchandise.

So, like, how does somebody
become a professional
secret keeper?

See, when I was little,
I didn't know anybody
who could keep a secret

and I've never spoiled
a secret in my entire life.

So I knew
it was a marketable skill.

Anything of yours in there?

Oh, come on!
You know my secret.

Didn't you just hear me?
I said I keep secrets,
I don't share them.

Especially my own.

Well, the girls look
like they're having
a great time at camp.

I'm not so sure
about Harold,

but I think you ought to
consider going up there
next week. One more.

I don't believe you, Mom.
You watched my video?

Well, you left it on
the coffee table.
I was curious.

Mom, that's worse
than reading my mail.

Well, I'm sorry, Emily,
I didn't know.

And rather than
try and ship me off,

why can't I get
some encouragement for
what really matters to me?

Emily, you have
our encouragement.

Can I please be excused?

I have to change.

Kurt Bestor is
conducting Innovators

in the Washington D.C.
concert series.

It's live on PBS.

Samuel Cardon
is the guest performer.

Neil's already
on his way over.
We're watching the Braves.

I thought you knew.

Yeah, but I've been
planning this all week.

Can't you watch it
someplace else?

And where do you
suggest we go?

I don't know.
A sports bar?

Bet you'd let your new child
watch whatever it wanted
whenever it wanted.

Emily.

Hey, why don't
I tape the concert while
we're watching the game?

I know you can do it.

You just...

I know it can be done.

It's not the same
if it isn't live.

(SIGHING)

And whoever
heard of a family
that only has one TV.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Please be home,
please be home.

DON:
I can't believe this.

ELAINE:
It'll turn up when we
unpack the rest of the stuff.

Or find that
missing box of photos.

Or all of David's
tennis clothes.

The set's over
a 100 years old.

You know
what that's worth?
Probably those packers.

Come on, Don,
worry about it tomorrow.

Pop the champagne.
Let's christen our new home.

Hey, look on
the bright side.

Burglars
could've stolen
the whole thing.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

-Hello.
-Hi, I'm Emily Lindstrom.
I live next door.

Maybe Philip told you
about meeting me today?

What are you doing here?

You didn't tell us
you made a friend
already.

Come on in.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

I'm Elaine,
and this is
my husband Don.

-Emily's our
next door neighbor.
-Oh, hi.

Hi.
It's extremely
nice to meet you.

Uh, listen,
this might sound a little odd,

but I was wondering
if I could borrow your TV?

I mean, not actually take it,
but just watch something
on it.

And the thing is,
the program is just
about to start, so, well...

Well, we don't have cable
yet but we can set up the TV
with the rabbit ears.

Come on in.

I don't get it.
Don't you have a TV?

It's being hogged by my dad
who thinks the Braves
are more important

than the Washington D.C.
concert series.

You hear that, Phil?
That means classical music.

-(MAKING RETCHING NOISES)
-Philip!

Don't worry.

I wouldn't
expect your son to
appreciate fine music.

DON: When Phil's nana
passed away,

she left him
her baby grand piano.

I've been trying to get him
to take lessons for the past
two years.

So, Emily, do you
have brothers
and sisters?

No. Yes. Soon.

See, my parents always
wanted another child
after me

but my mom wasn't
able to get pregnant.

Um, now at 40-something,

the miracle baby is
on its way, so...

Well, we have Philip, here.
He's 12.

Twelve and a half.

And David's upstairs
packing for camp.
He's 15.

-And you're...
-14.

Oh... Oh... I got it.

Oh, channel 11, please.

Okay.

(CHATTERING ON TV)

There you go.

Shall we?

(CHUCKLING)

Oh, I didn't mean to
intrude on your first
night in your new home.

Oh, no, no, Emily,
it's a pleasure having you.

If you were 21,
we'd invite you
to toast with us.

ELAINE: Come on, honey,
let's get back to work.

So, what're you doing?

Well, normally
I wouldn't tell
a total stranger,

but since
I'm in your house...

I like to pretend
that I'm in the symphony.

I get the piece and
I practice all week and...

You'll see.
Can you hold this?

MAN ON TV:
Live from Washington...

Why don't you just
get into a symphony and...

Shh.

MAN ON TV: Kurt Bestor
conducts Innovators.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING ON TV)

(LAUGHS) Who's this?

Shh.

Yeah, nice to meet you, too.

(GASPS) I'm in love, Pauline.
Samuel Cardon is a dream
in concert.

That's not love, Emily.

(CHUCKLES)

True. I have stronger
feelings for Kurt Bestor.

Maybe we should
shift your focus
from musicians to music.

The Mendelssohn,
to be precise.

-Oh, okay,
just one more thing.
-Mmm-hmm?

I... Well, I don't know
if this is asking too much...

-You sounded great.
-Thanks.

But is there
any way you can
pull some strings

and maybe get me
into the concert?

We could go together

and we could visit
your old friends backstage

and then maybe
I'd get to meet Kurt?

I wish I could, Em,
but I kinda used up
my favors for the year.

-Let's begin.
-Okay.

(PLAYING VIOLIN)

What's up, Fill-it-up?

Well, David's
gone off to tennis camp,

my mom's doing
decorating stuff

and my dad
started his new job.

It's tough
being the new kid.

So, what do you want me
to do about it?

I don't know,
take me downtown,
show me around.

Afraid not. I was
just going in to practice.

Don't you have to take
a break once in a while?

All right,
I'll tell you what.

Do you want to come in
and join me for high tea?

I do.
But what is it?

(PIANO PLAYING ON RADIO)

A lot of musicians
take time out for tea
in the afternoon.

When my mom's gone,
I like to use her china
to make it more decadent.

One or two.

Two.

-May I?
-Yes, you may.

Okay.

Cheers, Philip, darling.

-Cheers.
-(GASPS)

Well, looks like you get
what you wanted after all.

You'll come
into town with me and
we'll replace the cups.

-How much money
do you have?
-Almost 50.

Good. Bring it all.
We'll split the cost.

Guess we share
a secret now.

Yeah, I guess we do.

SALESMAN: Is there
something particular
you are looking for?

Yeah, the pattern
I'm looking for is
called Crown Darby.

Oh, shame.
We've discontinued Darby.

Maybe I can suggest
my personal favorite,
Regal Royale, instead?

-Follow me.
-Sir, it has to be
that particular pattern.

Oh, I see.

Has there been an accident?

Well, can you call
another location?

Place a special order?

Send us to an estate sale?

(SIGHING)

Want to know
the best kept
secret in town?

No, my mom is very anal.
She'll know.

So, I'll go home
and tell her the truth.

-Hey, what does anal mean?
-She is fussy.

Well, as long
as she doesn't
turn it over

she'll never suspect.

It comes in a set of four
including the saucers,
for $14.99.

We only need two cups.

With you in my life,
the extras should
come in handy.

Yeah,
they're lovely.
We'll take them.

Ready?

PHILIP: So,
what are we gonna do
with the extra money?

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

(ALL CLAPPING)

-Is he good?
-He's good.

(CHUCKLING)

(MAN WHOOPING)

Wow!

(CHUCKLING) Thank you.

(ALL CHEERING)

Thank you.

(CHUCKLES)
Thank you, I had a blast.

Come on,
I wanna show you
something amazing.

This is it.

Woo!

This place is...

Woo!

In ten years,
this chair will be mine.

Ten years?

You've already
proven your talent.

Why don't
you just cash in
like that guy we saw?

Become a street performer?

My aspirations
are a little higher.

Plus, my parents
would never allow it.

They'd be mortified.

Are your parents really
as awful as you make
them sound?

They just don't get me.

Maybe they're not
your real parents?

Why would you say that?

Oh, well...

You might
be one of those
switched-at-birth cases.

Truth is...

I mean,
all they seem to care
about lately is the baby.

(CHUCKLES)
You know, I mean,
there's about a million things

I find more interesting

and about a zillion things
I'd rather do than change
a diaper or something.

Hmm. Like watch
Kurt Bestor conduct.

You know,
we still have money left.

Why don't we just get
tickets to his concert?

It sold out months ago.

Emily.

Do you think you could ever
fall in love with someone
who wasn't a conductor?

Actually,
I wouldn't mind
if he were a pianist.

Then we could play
Mozart's violin
and piano sonatas.

It would be so romantic
to make music together.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G.
Got it.

Now, I need you to
teach me this piece,
Mrs. Neiderhoffer.

Oh.

(CHUCKLES) Well, I thought
we'd start with something
a little more rudimentary.

(SCOFFING)
Not if you
want to get paid.

-Oh.
-One more.

Ooh, that's good.

Oh, guess what, Em?
We're throwing a party

and we'd like you
to help plan it.

What's the occasion?

Well, sort of an end of summer
combo barbecue bash block
party baby shower.

Right in the front yard.

You mean, you're gonna
throw a party for a child
who hasn't even been born yet?

Can't you at least
wait for its first birthday?

Well, baby showers
are a tradition, Em.

You know,
people bring
little gifts.

You know,
stuffed animals,
mobiles, bwankies.

(LAUGHS)

So are you telling me
this is going to be
the most spoiled child

ever to walk
the face of this earth?

You know, speaking of
spoiled children, Emily...

Well, this spoiled child
would like to eat dinner
in peace.

Emily, come back here.

Honey.

We're doing something wrong.

(SIGHING) It's not just us.

She doesn't tell us anything.
She's so secretive.

-You know what we should do?
-Hmm?

Tell her a secret.

Let's each tell her
a secret of our own.

(MEOWING)
They are so pretty
and soft.

And you are sure
this is cool?

They are like total
animal lovers.

Thanks.

(LEA READING)

I can't wait
to see the pictures.

I have good news.

(READING)

We'll finally get to meet
like we have planned.

I'll be at your house
next Wednesday at 2:00.

Holy Guacamole!

LEA: I'm kind of
in a hurry, Emily.

(KIDS CHATTERING)

(SIGHING)
Okay, who's first?

MIKEY: Me.

I'm aborting my mission.

I never thought of you
as a quitter, Mikey.

A shift of focus, SK-14.

I have reason to believe that
we're not the first society
to inhabit Cedar Street.

But if word gets out,
anthropologists could
take over my plot.

I don't know who can
be trusted these days.

Except for you, that is.

Well, I've been
emailing Jordan.

He totally buys that
I'm Jenny and everything.

And now
he's coming to meet me.

I mean her.

I mean, do you think
I could pass for 14
in this outfit?

Why are you
in such a hurry to
grow up, Isabelle?

Because being nine stinks.

Not as I remember it.

Anyway,
that's no excuse for
spoiling this for your sister.

So, why don't you
email Jordan,

tell him your entire scam
and plead with him not to
tell Jenny?

Explain to him
that it could put
your life in danger.

Jeez, Emily,
I could've thought of that!

Don't you have a better idea?

Like what,
tell him that she died?

Dixie got a sister. Noreen.

I was at Greenbacks
stocking up on litter
and there she was.

A lady was just
giving her away.

Are you sure
it's not a boy?

Well, how am I
supposed to tell?

Well, if Dixie gets
pregnant, that's a way.

Then it would be
a dream come true.

I better
start planning
for their future.

I'll keep you posted.

Ants!

Get rid of the candy,
all of it.

And then
go to the market
and ask for Raid.

And while you're there,
get yourself an airtight
container for future stashes.

I recommend Tupperware.

(CHUCKLES) Go, go.

I want to share
a secret with you.

Oh, yeah?

You want to find out
what we're having?

Is that its face?

Well, no.
No, actually,
that's its butt.

Then stop calling it "it."
Tell us!

You know, having your
first child in your 40's

is truly
a remarkable thing.

Beautiful, isn't she?

(PAGER BEEPING)

If you ladies will
excuse me for a second.

I'll be right back.

Caroline,
everything
looks real good.

-I'll be right back
to check on you.
-Thanks.

You told him.
How could you do that?

He's my doctor, Emily.

For health reasons,
he has to know.

It's my first
successful pregnancy.

What if he tells somebody?

I don't know
why you think of your
adoption as such a negative.

We always said
you could tell

on your own terms.

We never thought
that would mean not telling.

It's my secret, Mom.
I intend to keep it that way.

(SNIFFING)

What do you think
of the name Pauline?

I've always thought Martha
was a nice solid name.

Mom, that's terrible.

How about Elizabeth?

They'd call her Libby,
or Beth.

Or Lizzy, or...

Grace?

(WHISPERS) Grace.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

Can I come out?

You know,
this tortures
your mom, you know.

She thinks
you're gonna
tumble to your death.

I love it out here.

I...

Came out here to tell you
something about myself.

A secret of my own.

What's up, Daddy?

I'm scared.

Scared of being
a new father at 50.

You sure don't act like it.

Does Mom know about this?

Emily,
this is a miracle baby.

And the last thing
I want to do is to make
your mom feel unsure

about my commitment,

or the love that I have
to offer a newborn.

And your mother is
much younger than I am.

I'm gonna be an old man
by the time he, or she,
goes to college,

gets married,
you know, all that.

This baby's
gonna keep you young.

That's what it's gonna do.

I'm sorry that
I've been so impossible.

I'm really gonna try
and be more accepting.

Shall we?

(SINGING IN TUNE
WITH THE VIOLIN)

Ladies and gents...

The Whit Wha Rap.

Let's do it.

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

* I'm Laurel

* I'm Jenny

BOTH: * Here's where
Emmy should be

* Wwhap the o wit wwa

* Come along
Come along

* Wwhap the o wit wwa

* We're together
So together

* Yeah, together we'll be

* What does the wit wwa mean?

* It's a secret, you'll see

* What does the wit wwa mean?

* Don't you dare ask me

BOTH: * We miss you so much

* Now that we're two not three

* Wwhap the o wit wwa

* We're together forever

* Yeah, together we'll be

-We love you, Emily! Whoo!
-Bye, Emily, we love you.

-We love you.
-We miss you.

BOTH: Andalay, andalay,
more eah, eah!

BOTH: Uh-oh!

LAUREL: Oh, and Emily?

BOTH: Wwhap the o wit wwa!

- LAUREL: Whoo!
- JENNY: Emily we miss...

You've got to tell me
what that means.

What are you doing here?

We had plans, remember?

And the door was open.

So, what does
"wit wwa" mean?

That's between
me and my friends.

(SIGHING)
I'll do anything.

No, Phil,
it's personal, okay?

So just drop it.

If you do me a favor,
maybe I'll forgive you
for invading my privacy.

(PHILIP SIGHING)

I bet it's a scrambled word.
I'm good at figuring out
that kinda stuff.

Would you just drop it?
You're really starting
to bug me.

All right, do you know
how to use a camera?

This is the 21st century.
I can edit, too.

Okay. Introduce yourself
to my girlfriends at camp.

Hello, ladies.
My name is Philip,
a.k.a. Fill-it-up Lenox.

New kid on the block,
and I will be filming
the virtuoso today.

The Mendelssohn.

Bravo! Wow!

How'd you like that,
sweetie?

Gonna grow up and become
a musician like your
big sister, huh?

Wow.

I don't know what you
and your husband are
planning

but I think that more than
one child per family
is irresponsible.

Emily,
I loved having
brothers and sisters.

I used to play
for my baby brother

every night until
he was about five.

-Really?
-Yeah.

But children of my own
are not in the near future.

Oh, no, Pauline,
you have to have children.

It would be genetically
predisposed to be
a prodigy,

you know, or at least
first violin in the symphony.

I heard Kurt Bestor
comes from a lineage
of Irish accordion players.

What's wrong?

Maybe both of us
should forget about
Mendelssohn and Bestor

and the symphony
for a moment?

Yeah.

Try this.

(PLAYING BRAHMS' LULLABY)

That was really
wonderful, Emily.

-I heard that's how
Mikey Chang got so smart.
-Hmm?

His parents played
vocabulary tapes
to the womb.

But I have a feeling
that Grace will be
a flutist.

Wit, whap, wap,
the o wit wwa.

Whaa... Why...

-(PHONE RINGS)
-Heh... Heh... Heted.

-Hello?
-Itch...

-Witch...
-David?

David, slow down.

(GASPS)

-(DOORBELL RINGS)
-It's just so unlike him.
He's...

That's Emily.
We have plans.

Why don't you tell her
it's not a good night,
Phil.

No, no, it's okay.
Phil, go ahead.

So, what are
we supposed to do?
Can we go get him?

No. David's okay,
that's the important thing.

He's okay.
Come here.

(SIGHS)

So I realize I have
a massive responsibility.

I mean, the baby's
gonna need guidance

from somebody
who has a clue about
pop culture and stuff

and that's not gonna be
from Eddie and Caroline.

Hmm, but the thought of it
is still making you want
to barf?

-You can tell?
-ELAINE: Phil?

-Oh.
-Oh, do you guys
want a slice?

No, thank you, Emily.
We're gonna take a walk.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Yeah, right.

Well, it's a secret.

Do you really
want to know?

If it's okay
with your parents.

Okay,
we'll make a deal.

You just have to tell me
the mystery of the
whit wha in return.

Forget it.

It's a big-time secret.

After I tell you,
you'll feel obligated.

Try me.

Okay.

My brother's getting
kicked out of tennis camp.

No way.
What did he do?

Well, he and some other guys
sort of borrowed the camp van.

They got beer somehow,
but David said he only
had one.

Are you serious?
Was David driving?

No, the other guy was.

And I guess
he wasn't really drunk,
according to some tests,

but he doesn't have
a driver's license.

And that's not all.

They hit
someone head on.

David's not hurt,

but this woman,
she's a waitress,

she broke
a couple of ribs
and totaled her car.

My parents don't...

They don't
want anyone
here to know

because they think David
will get a bad reputation.

He'll probably be
grounded for life.

He should be
thrown in jail.

David wasn't
even driving.

What's the difference?
He let his stupid friend
drive drunk.

Jeez, Emily,
they didn't
kill anybody.

They could have.

(SIGHING)

So, I guess
it's a big enough secret

to give me your
side of the bargain.

Emily, it's not
that big of a deal.

It is to me.

Why are you
so freaked?

It's not fair.
You owe me.

(SIGHS)

We will help and
promise to help each other
wherever in the world we are.

Are you happy?

-What?
-That's what it means.

We will help and promise,
W-W-H-A-P is wwhap.

If you take
the first letter
from each word,

it works.

It's not even
grammatically correct.

We were eight
when we wrote it, okay?

It was just
a stupid secret.

But you had no right to
tell me about your brother.

Wait. You're not gonna
tell my parents
I told you.

No.

But you should
know something,
Philip.

A person that will
do that once will
do it again.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Gregory?

-What? Um, yes?
-I bet you'd like

some of these
yummy Gummy Bears, huh?

Look, baby.
They're on special.

Why don't you get
three, baby? Go ahead.

One's enough, Mom.

Oh, you are a good boy.

-(CAT SCREECHING)
-Gotcha!

Hi, I'm Jordan.
Is Jenny home?

She's...

Already dead.

I'll leave these
on her grave.

And if you really
want to mourn,

I'd cancel your
online account.

That way you could
stay loyal to Jenny forever.

Goodbye, now.

-(SNEEZES)
-Gross.

MIKEY:
They're totaled.

Excessive bleach
caused the holes.

Next time, just add
one cup and wash
on medium heat.

-You got it?
-Over and out.

I got another one.

-A kitten?
-Actually, a cat.

A black one.
The Josephsons
didn't care about her.

She was always
outside and stuff.

You kidnapped Midnight?

Midnight is
so ordinary.

I renamed
her Laticia.

But they have
signs up all over
the neighborhood.

You have to
give her back.

You can't force me
to do anything.

And you better not
tell on me.

Ethically,
I would never breach
our confidentiality,

but if you don't let her go,
you can't be a client
of mine anymore.

Be that way. Fine!

But...

I'm never gonna steal
from my dad again.

Good for you.

It's easier to steal
straight from the store.

So, why are you
telling me this,
Gregory?

I gotta tell someone,
right?

This isn't confession,
Gregory.

I know.
But what
I was thinking

is whatever you want,
I'll steal for you.

It's kind of fun.

I earn
my spending money.

We have to write
the obituary by 6:00

so we can run it
in tomorrow's chronicle.

You seriously told him
that she died?

It was your idea!

-I didn't mean it.
-So now you tell me.

Look, Isabelle,
you're gonna have to
tell Jenny what happened.

This is not fair to her.

But she'll never speak
to me if she finds out.

It'll be like
being an only child.

Fine,
then I'll tell her.

Some secret keeper you are.

I should have
never trusted you.

Okay, I won't tell.

You're right, Isabelle.

I can't tell.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-Hey.
-Hey.

(SIGHS) Who were
you expecting?

My friends.
They just got back in town.

Can you just forget
what I told you?

You are the one
that keeps reminding me,
you know?

Okay, so I won't talk
about it anymore.

Hmm, I think
I'll go for the chamomile.

So, we are reuniting,
so it's like

girl's only.

Oh!

I get it.

Ah.

Do you mind
putting this on the booth
on your way out?

So, I'll see you, okay?

Yeah. See you.

EMILY: Wait, I thought
you kissed Harold.

Well, I did.

But then I met Benji.

So she decides
to drop Kip and
hook up with the big H.

As far as I'm concerned,
it was a waste of time.
It meant nothing.

I was doing it
all for Jordan

so that I'd finally
have some experience
when we met.

What'd he do,
go for another subscriber?

Worse.
He's not even
online anymore.

He just vanished
without a trace.

He didn't even
say goodbye.

Oh, Emily,
I'm sorry.

Don't worry about it.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

The Greenbacks' special.

Wwhap the o wit wwa.

Don't you think we're
getting a little too
old for that?

Yeah, but who gives?

You seem different, Emily.

Did something
happen this summer?

No, no,
nothing happened.

I thought
you were grounded.

I'm allowed to
come outside, Phil.

And besides,

what could Mom
and Dad possibly
take away from me?

There's nothing
to do here.

-LEA: Here, kitty.
-See what I mean.

-(CAT MEOWING)
-Here, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty.

No wonder
you settled for that
weirdo violinist next door.

Dad said
she was coming over
to watch a concert tonight.

I can hardly wait.

Nice shot.

Go get it, man.

It doesn't matter anyway.

She's a flake.
She'll probably forget.

(BICYCLE APPROACHING)

Are you the violin player?

No way! I'm David.

Her name is Emily.

-Like Emily...
-Dickinson?

And Emily Bronte.

Didn't I see you
at the mall?

Yeah, I think.

When?

Oh, well,

you probably
have to get back to
your lesson, huh, Emily?

Yeah, I do.

But we'll see
you later, right?
For the concert?

No,
I'm not gonna
be able to make it.

I'm sorry, Philip.

Man,
she is so pretty.

I don't think so.
Her hair hangs
in her face.

You're too young, man,
you can't see it.

Wait a minute.
You like her,
don't you?

Emily?
I don't think so.

Give it up, buddy,
you're 12.

David,
you got it so wrong.

All right,
then you won't be
upset when I make my move.

Of course not.

But you're the one
who should give it up.

She's, like, in love with
some middle-aged composer.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GIRL: Hey!

-Excuse me!
-BOY: Yeah,
she's so late.

Can't you guys read?

It says, O-N-V...

It says, "On vacation,"
you illiterate.

That's right.
In case you guys
haven't realized,

I have a life.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

That's up to you.
I just have to
get rid of the stand.

Who wants to give me
a hand here?

I need to tell
you something.

Let me guess.

You dug up some
human remains in the field.

But they're not human.

Let it be your
own secret, okay?

What's going on?

I need to get rid of this
stand and nobody's
willing to help.

Where to?

(CHILDREN MUMBLING)

-Over here?
-Yeah.

All right.

(GROANS)

So, what is this thing,
anyway?

Uh, I'd rather
not get into it.

"Secret Keeper," huh?

So,
I could tell
you anything?

I'm not
in business anymore.

Well, I don't have
to tell you a secret.
We could just hang out.

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

I appreciate your help,
but I just...

I told my mom I would
go someplace with her,
so...

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

Okay, what's up?

What do you mean?

I mean,
why was this piece

almost mastered
two weeks ago

-and suddenly...
-I just have
a lot on my mind.

Put that down.

Come here.

So, let's talk.

I can't, Pauline.
It's a secret.

Well, whatever it is,

I highly encourage you
to resolve it before Monday.

Why Monday?

Your audition.

Oh.

Tell you what.

How about I meet you at
your house on Sunday
for a run through?

See
if you can sort out
what's bothering you.

Okay. Oh, yeah,
that'll be perfect.

And you'll already be
at my house for the
baby shower.

Oh, and you better be
prepared to sign
some autographs.

I already told everybody
in the world that you used
to be in the symphony,

and they're
dying to meet you.

I'll see what I can do.

You know this piece.

The next couple of days,
I just want you to relax

and have some fun.
Okay?

Yeah.

Hey.

Shouldn't you
be playing tennis

or your harmonica
or something?

I got a lot on my mind,
so I'm taking some time off.

Well, I wouldn't want to
take time away from your
time off.

Emily, wait.

Is this about Philip?

No. No, it has nothing
to do with Philip. It's...

I happen to have
a lot on my mind, too.

I've got this big audition
in a few days

and I've never played worse.

Not that I can
totally relate,

but maybe you're
getting distracted by
all the outside stuff.

The competition,

that weird
business you have,
or your mom having a baby.

When I play tennis,
I don't focus on
the opponent,

or that fight
I had with my parents,
or any of that bull.

It's not about that.

You just need
to concentrate
on the music.

So,
what got you started
in all this, anyway?

(SIGHS) Um...

When I was
six years old,

I started
ballet lessons

and I stunk
as a ballerina.

But they played
this music

that was
just extraordinary.

And I thought the only way
I could hear it is
if I kept going to class.

And then
we all went on a field
trip to see The Nutcracker.

And you saw
the orchestra.

In the pit.

And I was just drawn
to the violin, you know,
it excited me.

The manipulation
of the bow,

the crafting
of the instrument.

So I quit
ballet lessons,

I got a violin
for my birthday

and I started my lessons
after that.

Come on,
get off your bike.

We can walk
home together.

No, I...

I really have to go home
and practice. I'm sorry.

So let me get
this straight.

You think
it's a Tyrannosaurus.

Shh,
keep it down.

Excuse me.

(CHILDREN MUMBLING)

What are you doing?

Well, I've cashed in on
the basic economic principle.

Supply and demand.

I thought you'd be happy.
I mean, I'm like your protege.

75 cents!
That is robbery.

It's called inflation.
Plus, I give free lemonade.

But this is such a scam.
You don't have
any credentials.

As if you did.

Yeah.

As you were saying...

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

-(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)
-Come in.

Hey.

Why don't you play
for our guest today.

Mom would love it.

I don't know, dad.

You could use
a dress rehearsal,
couldn't you?

Okay. I'll tell mom.

Hi, Jordan. You getting
enough to eat, buddy?

So, when is
this baby due?

Two weeks
from yesterday.

-The last weeks
just fly.
-Yeah.

As I'm sure
you remember.

-Hey.
-Hey.

A babe
in the hood.

I can't believe it.
Save yourself from
the inevitable pain.

-Stay away from him.
-Oh, come on,
he can't be that bad.

She's right.

That's Philip's brother.
He's bad news.

Oh, and he is
just my type.

Just to let you know,
I was forced against
my will to come.

If it would have been
up to me, you never would
have been invited anyway.

And I know for a fact
that the only reason
Gregory came

is for the cake.

-And Mike...
-I really couldn't care less.

Whoa.

Em, what happened?
These kids used to
idolize you.

Even Isabelle didn't
want to come today.

Did something happen
between you guys
or something?

-Why don't
you ask her?
-Em,

why don't you go
get your violin?

Well,
I want to wait for
Pauline to get here.

After we
open the presents,
everybody's gonna leave.

Pauline will understand.

-Hey.
-Hi, Mrs. Lindstrom.

So, this is
my competition, huh?

What are you
doing in here?

I wanted a clue.

I don't get you.

Well,
what you see
is what you get.

Well, I'm about to play
a piece for all the guests.

Maybe you'd like to
come to the front yard

and watch with
everybody else.

You don't even realize
you're pretty, do you?

No. I mean, I'm not.

Why do you always
turn away?

Because you're an idiot.

I know about
the accident, okay?
Philip told me.

You know,
for an herbal tea,

citrus spice
is pretty zesty.

-Excuse us.
-Ow!

PHILIP: Dude,
what did I do?

EMILY: David, stop!

You were never supposed
to tell a soul.

-Tell what?
-He only told me

so I would tell him
a secret of my own.

You promised never
to tell anyone you knew.

I trusted you.

"We will help and promise
to help each other wherever
in the world we are."

She told me
your stupid saying.

I'm sorry.

(SOBBING)

DAVID: Emily!
Emily!

-(KNOCK ON DOOR)
-Emily...

Emily,
can I just explain?

EMILY: Go away!

CAROLINE: Emily.

Em,
there's someone
here to see you.

No, Mom,
nobody comes in.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

PAULINE: Emily,
it's me, Pauline.

Can I come in?

-Just you.
-Okay.

I know all this stuff
that I can't stand knowing.

I told something
I swore I never would.

I have a secret
nobody even knows about.

Secrets hurt, hon.

You have no idea.

Yes, I do.

I have one of my own.

I don't wanna know about it.

I think you should.

Emily,
I didn't wanna
leave the symphony.

I was let go.

I'm sorry.

When you're third chair
for five seasons,

you start to realize that
you're not exactly
a principle player.

So they brought in
some new musicians
from Julliard

and that's when
they suggested
I should leave.

Well, maybe you can
work extra hard and
make a comeback.

Oh, no, sweetie,
it doesn't matter anymore.

I love being a teacher.

But I guess I just
felt a little ashamed
by how that came about.

I should have told you.

But your admiration,
it just

filled me up.

Falsely.

Keeping it from you
was wrong.

It's held me back
in many ways.

You can't keep
secrets about yourself
and lead a true life, Emily.

And you shouldn't
encourage others
to do the same.

Pauline,
I have a lot of
explaining to do.

What?

Are you gonna make
an announcement
from the rooftop?

No, I left
my violin out there.

That's another story.

But we're still
gonna rehearse,
right?

I mean,
in case you've forgotten,
I have an audition tomorrow.

I'll deal with my
announcement after that.

Pauline,
do you wanna know
why you're my role model?

Because of
your discipline,

your talent
and your poise.

And I will get
into the symphony.

And it'll be mainly
because of you.

My mentor.

(GASPS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(SIREN WAILING)

She'll be okay, Phil.

She will.

(PANTING)

I am a liar.

You didn't mean
any harm, Philip.

No, I am a liar.

I didn't tell you because
I didn't want you to know
it was my fault.

I'm sorry.

VOICE ON PA:
Paging Dr. Peters...
Please report to Radiology.

Here's some more water.

-Here you go, sweetie.
-Thank you.

It's gonna be okay.

-(SOBBING)
-Oh, come here, girls.

She's gonna be okay.

Come on.
She's gonna
be all right.

Hey, Philly,
Mom's taking us
to the hospital.

No, we have something
more important to do.
Come on.

-Hello,
may I help you?
-Hey, Isabelle,

we gotta get something
in Jenny's room, okay?

Phil, wait!

(SIGHS)
Where are you going?

(PANTING)

Tape? No.

What are you
looking for?

Got it!

(MUSICIANS REHEARSING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

-Hi.
-Hello.

We're here to check in
for Emily Lindstrom.

Um...

So, if you just
watch the tape,

you'll be convinced.

Emily is the most
amazing violinist

you could find
for your orchestra.

All cued up to go.

Even if this tape
does show talent,

when we audition someone,
we like to try to
find out about them.

We ask them where
their passion comes from

and why they were
inclined to choose
their instrument.

Do you remember
the first time you
saw The Nutcracker?

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Ooh!

Honey, what is it?

-Oh!
-Oh, my gosh.

It's the baby.
It's the baby.

Oh.

I never even
asked her
why she played.

DOCTOR: Good.

(SCREAMING)

Good. Keep pushing, Caroline,
you're doing great.

Caroline,
you're doing great.

Push.

Okay, okay.

-DOCTOR: Don't forget
to breathe.
-I'm good now.

-I'm breathing.
-DOCTOR: You're doing great,
you're doing great.

-(CAROLINE GASPING)
-Mr. Lindstrom.
Emily's okay.

-She's awake.
-Oh, God.

-(CAROLINE SIGHING)
-NURSE: Only a concussion.
She's gonna be fine.

Oh, thank you.

(BOTH SOBBING JOYFULLY)

DOCTOR:
Okay, Caroline,
here we go.

This is it.
Push, push hard.

Push. Almost there.

Just about.
A little bit more.

-(BABY CRYING)
-Okay, you have another
beautiful daughter.

Oh, she's beautiful.

Way to go, baby,
you did it.
You did it.

And we were sitting there.
Nobody knew what was going on.

And we were all there
totally devastated
and freaked

and your mom's
water breaks.

-No way.
-It was like
this bizarrely good timing

at such a bad time.

Wait, what time is it?

I missed my audition.

It may have been
a great experience,

but you have
many years ahead
to play in a symphony.

Yeah.

I'm sorry if
you're disappointed
I blew our secret.

No, forget about it.

The only thing
that matters is
what it stands for.

Hey, Millipede.

Hey, Fill-it-up.

Hey.

Hey.

We knew you were
gonna pull through.

Unfortunately,
a little late.

Well, uh,

David and I
just got back
from Symphony Hall.

It's not a sure thing,
but, uh,

we gave them the tape,

the one I made
of you playing
the Mendelssohn.

It was Philip's idea.

You're brilliant.

Yeah, well...

David won them over
with the story about
your ballet classes.

CAROLINE: Hello.

-How's our girl?
-Oh!

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Where's Grace?

Oh, she's getting
some tests.

Does she look like
Emily did
when she was born?

They wouldn't know.

I was adopted.

My biological parents
were hit head on by
a drunk driver.

I was in the back seat.

Apparently it's a miracle
that I lived.

I was just a baby.

Ten months old.

I never even
knew them.

It was always easy
to keep my secret
because

we moved from Minneapolis
when I was six

and I threatened
I'd run away if they
ever told anybody.

Well, you found
other reasons
to run away.

But I'm really glad
I came back.

All right, troops.
Everybody out.

The doc's on his way in
and he's gonna give
Emily some routine tests.

-EDDIE: Okay. I love you,
sweetheart.
-I love you guys.

-CAROLINE: We do, too.
-ALL: Bye.

-JENNY: Bye.
-Bye, Em.

-PHILIP: Goodbye, Emily.
-CAROLINE:
I'll bring Grace back, okay?

-Okay.
-EDDIE: Bye-bye, Em.

Um, so,

what happened to
the drunk driver?

He served a year.

Not even a month later,
he got in another accident.

That time
he killed himself.

I will never do it again.

Never. I...

I wish
I knew what to say
to make you believe me.

I mean...

Eventually I would have
just told you myself.

'Cause if you wanna
be close to someone,

you can't keep
secrets from them.

Hey, Emily, how we doing?
Let's see what we got, here.

Bump on the head, huh?

Wow, you did it.

With a little help
from my friend.

And his adorable
big brother.

(SIGHS)

This is very cool.

But there's still
some unfinished business.

We'll go to everybody
on the list and give
them an ultimatum.

You really think
we can convince
all of them

to give back
the broken pieces and stuff?

You did it,
didn't you?

Plus, under the condition
that they fess up,
I'm gonna give a refund.

Where you gonna get
that kinda cash?

Well,
Pauline is on her way
over with a loaner violin.

(PEOPLE MUMBLING)

-Whoo!
-Yeah! Beautiful!

WOMAN 1: Bravo!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

PHILIP: Thank you.

-Great. Thanks.
-WOMAN 2: Excellent!

-PHILIP: Thank you.
-WOMAN 3: You sound great!

EMILY: Yeah, I have
some ideas for you.

Now, you tell
the manager of Greenbacks
that you stole from him

and volunteer
to sweep the fronts
and clean the windows

as a payback.

And maybe you can
think of something to work
off the $20 from your dad.

Now, if you
do all this,

I'll fork over
a major refund
of $5.

You just have
to pitch in $15.

All right, what have we got
in there for Gregory Jones?

Gregory.

One broken wristwatch.

-Gregory.
-Let's see.

-One stained
button-down.
-Oh.

Gregory.

One crystal bud vase.

Gregory.

And, ooh,
a jade figurine.

I'm dead meat.

Okay, Isabelle,
here's my proposal.

You tell Jenny
the entire story.

I'll even take some
of the blame for planting
the idea of her death.

And it's a long shot,

but maybe we can do a missing
person search on the Internet
and try and find Jordan.

Might as well
get it over with.

Well, I guess we can forget
about doing your inventory.

But if you face your demons,

we're looking
at $21 cash back.

I'm sorry, Emily.

If I didn't have Jenny,
I would want you
to be my sister.

Grace is lucky.

All right, Lea.

If not for the Josephsons,

do it for your sister.

I heard
she's been in bed
with allergies all summer.

She's allergic
to the air, Emily.

It's not my girls.

JENNY:
Wait a minute!
You did what?

That sounds like
it's going well.

Anyway, Lea,

I talked to my parents.
They said that I could
adopt Dixie.

You can visit her
whenever you like.

And Phil said he'd talk
to his parents about Nadine.

Noreen.

All right, what have
we got in there for Lea?

I'm not accident prone.

I'll drop Dixie
off this afternoon,

but you better take
extra good care of her.

Well,
maybe you can show me how.

JENNY: Sorry, guys,
we're taking cuts.

Can you really
help me find Jordan?

First things first.

Um...

Where's the trash?
I mean,

my mom barely
even remembers
this Wedgwood box.

I was like seven
when I broke it.

It's the point.

JENNY: I didn't break this.

It's my necklace.

(EXHALES)

I can't believe her.
When will she stop?

Oh, you guys, I still
have some clients waiting.

Oh, sorry.
Well, we'll catch you later.

EMILY: Okay.

Wwhap the o wit wwa.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye, Phil.
-Bye.

Wait a minute.
Where's Mikey?

I thought you said
everybody agreed to come.

Guess Mikey will come by
to pick this up later.

Thank you, Philip.

I really couldn't have
done it without you.

Neither could I.

Could have what?

Learned how to play piano.

I'm just beginning,
but I think I'm gonna be good.

Well, when you're ready,
we'll play the sonatas.

As long as
you're not too busy
with symphony rehearsals.

No, I'll make time
for you, Philip.
Always.

(SIGHING)

Friends?

The best.

She's all yours.

Thanks, buddy.

And David?

I'm not too young
to see it.

You know, I never
thanked you for helping
me get into the symphony.

It's just...

I don't know
how to.

Because I've never
kissed anybody before.

Thought Mom
could use some tea
while Grace is napping.

Oh, good idea.
I think I'll join her.

That is a good idea.

You know what, Dad?
Let me tell her.

Oh, by the way, Em.
Something came
for you today.

It's up in your room.

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