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- There you go. - Hmm.

Hi.

What's this now?

You know, a simple "thank you" works just as well.

Thank you. What's this now?

It's results from that opinion poll I commissioned.

- Oh, good news? - Bad.

When people were asked if City Hall was in tune with the community,

- we got three... - Percent?

People... From the whole town!

- How many did they survey? - Six.

Well, when you think of it, that's 50%.

That's not the point.

We need something to... To boost our image.

Hmm. Maybe enter a City Hall team in the Mercy Charity Fun Run?

Ann, that's actually a great idea.

Don't thank me.

Thank the application form that came in today's mail.

- You threw it out? - Well, yeah.

Until I realized it could boost our presence in the community

and make people think we actually care.

We do "actually care."

Nice.

So, we need a two-person team.

It's a 10k run, and we have a week to train.

Great. So when do you want to start training?

- Oh, did I say "we" should do the Fun Run? - Yeah.

Because by "we," I meant you, and someone else who likes to run.

- Like who? - I fished through the garbage for you.

I can't think of everything.

Good news, Rayyan. I just signed us up for a 10k Fun Run.

- And the good news is? - I thought you loved to run.

Yeah, on the treadmill. But outside, no way.

Do you know how sweaty a hijab gets?

Oh, come on. You haven't done anything since J.J. left.

That's what this is about. You think I'm depressed?

No!

- Are you? - No, there's nothing wrong

with me and J.J. We're just taking a little break.

Wedding is still on.

All the more reason to spend some quality mother-daughter time together

before you get married.

Can't we just spend some time together... Sitting?

When I first heard about this race,

you were my only choice. If I can't run with you, what's the point?

So, we're agreed, then. No race.

Quitters never win, Rayyan.

But if I'm not starting, how can I be quitting?

I give up.

Now, that's quitting.

Sugar cookies, fresh from the oven.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Mmm. Layla... These are surprisingly very good.

Wait...

- Do I taste vanilla? - Maybe.

Vanilla extract is a tool of the devil.

It is non-halal.

- And it contains... - Alcohol?

No, calcium. Yes, alcohol!

What if I told you I made these out of alcohol-free vanilla extract?

I would call you a fibber, you fibber.

Why do you fib to me?

- There's a new vegan store in town. - Oh, vegan?

I do not know what that is.

There're like vegetarians, only more strict and humorless.

Hmm. I like them already.

- Hi. - Hi, darling.

Mwah. Good news.

I just signed us up for a 10k Fun Run.

Oh.

What's the good news?

Yeah, yeah. Very funny.

I just thought, with all the work you're doing on Rayyan's house,

it was a chance for us to spend some quality husband-wife time together.

- Oh, really? - Yes.

When I heard about this race, you were my only choice.

If I can't run with you, what's the point?

My lotus petal. I am...

Deeply moved.

Just not moved enough to move.

What, have you got something against running?

For fun?

Running and fun go together like Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.

They were together for years.

Ended bitterly, though. Yeah, very sad.

Hey, there, vanilla girl.

You remember me?

Now, just 'cause I'm a hippie burnout,

doesn't mean I can't remember my favorite customer.

You were in here for... Uh...

- Vanilla. - Right.

That's why you called me "vanilla girl."

I did?

That's clever.

So you seem to be pretty into this whole vegan thing.

It's actually kind of my dad's deal. He owns this place.

- Your dad's vegan, too? - Yeah.

And he's really preachy about it.

Likes to tell everyone else how to live their life.

I can't imagine what that must be like.

Anyway, it's not such a bad gig as long as you can get excited

about selling organic bulgur wheat.

- What's that? - It's on sale.

- I'll show you. - Cool.

Yeah, I know, right?

Ann, we need to talk.

Sarah, I know what you're gonna say. You can't do the runs.

- Exactly! - Without expensive new pinnies.

- "Running for office." They're beautiful. - Aren't they cute?

Hey, Sarah. Heard you're doing the Fun Run. That's great.

Yeah, great.

Nice to have some fresh blood.

You know, the church team has won the last two years in a row.

You mean the church/mosque team.

Yeah, yeah, Amaar. Let it go.

Well, this year, City Hall is going to give you a "run" for your money.

Uh, well, I think your luck is about to "run" out.

You wanna "run" that by me again?

He means we're gonna "run" faster than you in the race.

No. See, it only works when it's a play on words.

Anyway... Let's just say, back in school, they called me...

- Johnny Lightning. - They did?

Well, mostly because they didn't know my name.

Plus... I was struck by lightning.

Well, maybe we should make it interesting.

I don't know. It's not really about that.

Ann, I don't think I can do this.

Sarah, would you listen to yourself?

"I" don't think "I" can do this.

There's no "I" in team.

There's no "we" in team. There's no team.

- Fine, let's make it interesting. - All right.

- $50 pledge to the winning team. - Hey.

Let's be careful.

We don't want things to "run" amok.

Oh, the "run" thing again.

Yeah, we're not doing that anymore.

Mmm.

This couscous is delicious.

What is your secret?

Organic bulgur wheat.

Now, where are those gelatin-free, all-natural, halal gummy bears, hmm?

I wasn't sure whether you wanted sour or fruity, so didn't get too many.

- I should go back tomorrow. - I will come with you.

What? And help me carry gummies? Don't be silly.

I want to see what else this medical store has.

Don't worry, I'll make a complete list.

- Layla? - Yeah?

Did you feed me non-halal vanilla and gummies?

And print a phony flier from a non-existent shop

for reasons not yet apparent to me, at this point in time, hmm?

- No. - I didn't think so.

I cannot wait to meet the shop's proprietor, face-to-face.

Here, let's dig into the gummies.

I'm good.

Huh?

"The God Squad."

Yeah, it's a play on words.

You know, Mod Squad, God Squad.

And since we're...

It was Magee's idea.

That's not true.

Fatima, I need a large glass of water...

And a piece of pie.

Pie will not help you run.

- Can't hurt. - Actually, I believe it can.

The Fun Run.

Sarah tried to get me to join that

poorly-named march of the damned.

You said no?

What I usually say when I disagree with something.

Simple, to the point, elegant in its way.

Hmm. Okay, I just thought it was really important to her.

- Really? - Well, what did she say?

I don't know, something about it being really important to her.

I have to go.

Here is your pie, Johnny Lightning.

He asked me to call him that.

Enjoy.

Hey, nice pinny.

- You being sarcastic? - No.

- Seriously, I like pinnies. - Weird.

You could get one if you joined the race.

Mom asked me to, and I'm starting to think I should have said yes.

I'm feeling a little guilty about it.

You turned her down, flat.

Hmm, yes... Okay, more than "a little guilty."

This would be a good chance for some mother-daughter time.

Mmm-hmm. Really guilty.

She reached out to her only daughter.

Okay, okay, I'm on it. I'm on it.

"Happy Unicorn Good Earth Foods."

Why is the unicorn so happy?

Because we're vegans, so you know, we don't eat them.

Who eats unicorns?

Oh, gelatin-free marshmallows.

Yum.

- Hey, you! - Hey.

"Hey?" "Hey" what? You two know each other?

Yeah, we've talked a couple of times.

About what, organic food and its price and quantity?

Among other things.

Now I see why you didn't want me to come, huh?

Now I remember why I didn't want you to come.

You threw yourself at this boy because of his

flaxen hair and perfect teeth and good overall bone structure?

Is there a problem, son?

Dad, don't do this.

You go wait in the car. You are banned from the store.

The Happy Unicorn Sunshine Factory is off-limits.

It's Happy Unicorn Good Earth Food.

- Sunshine Factory would be a bit much. - Whatever. Go, wait in the car.

- Go. - Tree, would you give us a minute?

You named your son "Tree"?

It's a nickname.

His real name's Rivertree.

Oh.

I don't know if I like where you're coming from.

This whole patriarchy trip you're laying down, it's a bummer, man.

What bummer? I am the patriarch.

It is my duty to lay down the "trip."

Yeah, yeah.

I know. But we're not really into authority around here.

So, if you're going to ban your daughter from the store for no reason,

I'm banning you, too.

Ah. But if you ban me, then are you not laying down the same trip

that you're accusing me of laying down upon you, hmm?

Yeah. Uh...

We're not really into rationally analyzing stuff around here, either.

Fine. Then, give me six packs of gummy bears, and I'm never coming back.

No. You're banned now.

Bummer.

Come on, Maureen, run with me. It'll be fun.

When I heard about this race,

you were my only...

Uh, forget it. Bye.

Mom... look what I found.

It's a sports hijab.

It breathes, stays on tight,

and it's made from this space-age material that reduces drag.

Wow! You don't see many Muslim women in wind tunnels.

Do you know what this means?

Muslims can finally go to the moon?

I can run with you now

if you still want quality mom-and-daughter time.

Really? Of course I do.

That would be wonderful. Are you sure?

Absolutely. Get a good night sleep because we're gonna start training.

- Tomorrow, 6:00 a.m. - Yes!

- Sarah... - Mmm-hmm.

I've been a fool. You offered me husband-wife time.

- I didn't listen. - Oh, Yasir, that's okay.

It's not okay.

You said I was your one and only choice.

That there'd be no point in doing it without me.

How could I possibly refuse?

- Yasir, that's so sweet. But... - So, get ready.

Because tomorrow morning at 8:00, we start training.

Oh, okay. Okay, that's great.

- Where are you going? - To bed.

- It's 5:30 in the afternoon. - Yeah, trust me.

Whoo.

That last hill was so intense.

- Mom? - Yeah.

- You okay? - Yeah, I think so.

You were just going a little fast for me.

Yeah. Sorry about that, but you know what they say, "No pain, no gain."

Who needs gain? This is a Fun Run.

I'm winded. I'm sore. Where's the "fun"?

You are funny, Mom.

I'm gonna hit the showers.

Okay.

Sarah? Sarah?

You ready to run like you've never run before?

Yasir, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Nonsense. There's a day out there ready to be seized.

- Let's seize it, Hamoudi style. - What does that mean?

- It means we're gonna run... - Hurray!

Are you crying?

No, my eyes are sweating.

- Sorry? - Nothing.

Come on. Let's get those knees up. Knees up.

- Knees up, knees up, knees up. - Okay.

Come on, Sarah.

I made you cookies for lunch.

- Really? You're not mad at me anymore? - Of course not.

This is terrible!

Oh, did I forget to mention that we're out of vanilla?

How am I going to live

without the Happy Sunshine Unicorn Rainbow store?

It's easy.

Tell them that I'm not banned and then you won't be.

I will not stand down. Mmm-mmm.

Well, then I guess we're out of luck.

It could be worse.

- What's for breakfast? - Nothing.

It is worse.

If I'm too young to decide who I can talk to,

then I'm probably too young to cook.

Tsk.

- You're absolutely right, darling. - Uh-huh.

- It's a beautiful day. The air is crisp. - Yeah.

- I'm feeling more alive, aren't you? - Uh-huh.

Thanks for taking it easy on me 'cause I haven't run for a while.

- I'm sure you have. - More recently than you know.

Hello, lads.

What do you say, darling? Kick it up a notch?

Oh. Do we have to?

They're kicking it up a notch.

I hope you're ready to dig deep.

You know... When you think about it,

that expression doesn't make any sense.

"Dig deep" for what?

If you don't understand...

You will never be a runner.

And if you read our literature, you'll see

that the whole world should be vegan.

And if you read my literature, you will see the special of the day.

Ah, a traditional non-vegan menu.

Or as I like to call it, a catalog of sadness.

I have vegetarian lasagna.

Oh, with tofu?

- Yes. - Free-range tofu?

I don't know what that means.

Oh. Burgers...

You can practically smell the murder.

I've got to split.

I have no time for flower children, especially when they are 60.

I know. That's why I do not go to his store.

Plus he banned me.

He has some nerve!

Thinks he has to tell me how to raise my daughter.

What right does he have?

His infidel son engages Layla in idle chitchat.

So, I banned her from ever going there again.

And bammo! He bans me.

No, no. Do not accuse me of laying down a trip.

That's how they talk over there.

Layla is a good girl. You should trust her.

- No. Trust only leads to... - More trust?

You see, it is a vicious circle.

You look exhausted.

Is it much trouble keeping up with Yasir?

Oh, well, it is, when you've already run six miles with Rayyan. Oh.

That's quite a warm-up.

Amaar, I did something really stupid.

I made Yasir and Rayyan each think they were my only choice

for a running partner. And now I'm secretly running with both.

Wow. You know the race is only for pairs, right?

Yes.

So, when one of them finds out they can't be in the race with you...

Their feelings will get hurt.

You're telling me stuff I already know. I need to know stuff I don't know.

- Good point. - I'm sorry. What should I do?

Well, I think you've got to come clean

- before they figure it out for themselves. - You're right.

I mean, they both live in the same house. They talk all the time.

I got to go.

Oh, yeah. Just give me another second, okay?

I don't know what to do, Fatima. I'm so mad at my dad right now.

He's paranoid.

If he saw you with a mailbox,

he would think you had a crush on the mailbox.

Yeah.

What if I did have a crush on the mailbox?

Oh. I see.

We are not talking about a mailbox, are we?

No, we're not.

Listen to me. You are young.

It is probably just a passing fancy that will fade.

- You think so? - Either that...

Or it is a moral collapse

that could lead you to turn your back on your family

or Allah...

Or worse.

What can be worse than that?

I might have to tell your father he was right.

Mother... so good of you to join us.

Wow, you made dinner. What a nice surprise.

Yes, some surprises are nice.

What's wrong, Mom? Are you tired?

A little. Well, this looks delicious.

It tastes like ashes in my mouth.

Is something wrong?

Many things are wrong.

The rising oceans,

the price of oil...

The unsettling political unease in Southern Asia.

- Okay. I... I think I know... - But...

Perhaps the wrong-iest is this!

- Oh! I can explain. - Explain what?

How you've been running with both of us?

Whispering the same sweet,

"Oh, I only want to run with you" nothings in our ear.

You've been whispering the same

- "Oh, I only want to run with you..." - Hey! I did that one.

I know, but I thought it was good.

You don't understand. I... I never meant this to happen.

- I was gonna... - Tell you? You don't need to worry, Mom.

Because from now on, you can "run" for office alone.

- Baber. - As-Salaam-Alaikum.

- You were right. - I was?

You should be more protective.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Layla might be at an age where you should guard her more closely.

I am so glad that you finally...

Wait, I know what you're doing.

I highly doubt it.

- You are using reverse psychology. - Am I?

You tell me not to do something that you want me to do.

So that when I do it, I think it is my idea.

And not a reaction to your negative naysaying. Very crafty.

- No, that is not what I am doing. - Okay.

Fine, browbeater!

You win. I'm being pigheaded.

I will let Layla go back to that store.

- Happy? - No!

That means "yes."

- What do you mean she tricked you? - Into running with her.

And that's bad because...

You don't understand.

She was spending time with both of us.

That monster.

- You so don't get it. - Wait a second.

Didn't you both shoot her down when she asked you the first time?

- That's... - Well...

- Maybe... - The details are sketchy.

Why did you change your mind?

Perhaps we felt a little, um...

What's the word?

Guilty?

Yeah, I was afraid that was gonna be the word.

Well, as far as I can tell, you two have an airtight case.

I totally understand why you're mad at her.

I hate him a little bit.

Me too.

Really, Dad? You're sure?

Yes.

Now, make sure you get a wide distribution of gummy bear colors.

They all taste the same.

Let's not reopen that debate. I will wait here. I trust you.

Thanks.

Hey. Layla, right?

You remembered me again.

How could I forget? You remind me of that Clapton song.

- Layla. - Hey, yeah. That one, too.

Listen, I play guitar in a band, and we're jamming at The Barn Door

on Wednesday night.

Do you want to come?

I'd love to, but I can't.

I have Halaqah Wednesday.

What's... what's that?

Religious school at the mosque.

- You're not into that, are you? - Uh...

- Kind of. - Oh, man!

Organized religion is such a crock.

It's not "a crock."

It's actually pretty important to me.

Come on, it's all rules and repression and rules.

Who needs that?

Well, what do you believe in?

Well, as the great John Lennon once said...

"I just believe in me."

That sounds really limiting.

- What's that? - The sound of my dad trusting me.

What a freak!

Don't you hate it when someone doesn't get you?

Yeah... I do.

Bye.

Oh, no, what have I done now?

Nothing. This time, dinner really is for you.

We're sorry.

No. I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you.

I was just so happy you both wanted to spend quality time together

that I didn't want to say.

Oh, we don't care which one of us you wanna run with

because we know that we will both always be first in your heart.

Yeah. We know we'll both always be first in your heart.

- Hey, that's mine. - What?

- You can steal from me and I can't? - Mmm-hmm.

Oh, come here.

You're going down, Reverend.

We'll see about that.

Remember, this is for a good cause. Let's not get competitive.

Don't you worry.

Did you just pray to beat them?

Of course not. I'm a man of God.

I prayed to win. Beating them would be a bonus.

- Are you ready? - Ready.

- You ready, darling? - I'm ready.

- I wish you were running with me. - Yeah, so do I.

Well, the important thing to remember is that we're a team.

And I shouldn't take the stairs too quickly.

Yeah, yeah. Hugs and learnings. Go on and win, you two.

Get set.

- Go! - Go!

Ow!

Oh, cramp! Oh!

Lightning down! Lightning down!

I told you not to eat any pie before the race.

I got to go.