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You got any hot chocolate?

Nope. Just refreshing lemonade.

♪

Woman:
I'll have two, please.

Coming right up.

Your father must be
so proud of you, Maisie,

doing this all on your own.

Thank you ever so much.

Maisie:
Thank you.

Would you like to buy
some lemonade, mister?

Actually, honey,

I'm going to need to
speak to your father.

Something I can help you with?

I'm afraid so.

Seems a complaint
has been lodged

because of this lemonade stand

continuously
being here every week.

A complaint? By who?

Can't rightly say.
It came in anonymously.

And although I don't like to
say it, by county regulation,

I'm required to have to
ask you to close up shop,

unless you have
a vendor's permit.

A vendor's permit?

For a lemonade stand?
She's... she's ten.

Don't you worry, Evan.
I've got it all on video.

Look, ma'am, I don't make the
rules, I just enforce them

for two small paychecks a month
and ten large headaches a day.

Maisie's had her stand up
for three straight summers.

I mean, it's never been
a problem. Why now?

New council got voted in.

They've already spent
most of this year's budget,

and now they're calling
for more bylaw enforcement

to pad their coffers.

I'm duty-bound to enforce this
or I could lose my job.

This is just a warning.

If I come back later and
this stand is still open,

I'll be forced to
issue a $500 ticket.

A fine?

Actually, I think I know
where you can stick that...

Right here.

I'm so sorry to disappoint.
You have yourselves a good day.

Sorry, we're, uh...
we're closed.

Who on this good green earth
is miserable enough

to complain about a little
girl's lemonade stand?

(sighing)
No idea.

Sorry, honey.

I guess this is it for the year.

Okay, let's walk
through this again.

You're telling me the entire
delivery was lost overnight

on a freight service
of your choosing,

and now you have your little
ad-bots writing negative reviews

on our website, calling
Sunny Day Lemonade unreliable?

Dave, I know it was you
leaving the reviews.

And you know how I know?

Because you signed one
of them "David Bennet".

Uh-huh.

Yeah, listen, Dave, let's circle
back to this tomorrow, okay?

Okay. Yep. Bye.

Trish...

have you seen it?

I've been on the
phone all morning

with a vendor from Oahu,

trying to gaslight us

into paying for his
colossal muck-up. What I miss?

Just the thing that's going
to make our careers.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

Okay. Here, take a look.

Mrs. Phillips:
I've got it all on video.

Trent: City officials
sent this inspector

to ticket a lemonade stand.
It's going viral.

This is an...

opportunity.

This is the exact reason

why Sunny Day made its
corporate mandate,

to help somebody
just like this little girl.

She's perfect.

I will call Bev and John

and tell them we're
on the next red-eye.

And if it's something that can
be fixed with some paperwork,

at least we get the photo op.
And who knows?

Maybe there's more,
like what's happening in Texas,

or what we did
in New York State.

Where was this taken?

This is Golden Valley,
Pennsylvania.

Um, are you sure?

Uh, yeah. I mean, what's
wrong with Golden Valley?

Population under 20,000,

brick-lined streets,
picnics and family time.

I mean, there's
got to be a Starbucks, right?

Look, Karl, I know
we work together as a team,

but I can't do this one.

You're gonna have
to handle it solo.

Trish, I would love to, really,

but I'm getting on a plane

to Austin in three hours,
all right?

I can't be there for
a week or two, at least.

You need to do this
and you need to do it now,

okay, while
the story's still fresh.

I mean, this is what you do.
This is what you're great at.

If we can save
this girl's stand,

it's gonna be raining raises.

Yeah.

You're right, I'll do it.

- Great.
- But it won't be easy.

I'm gonna buy a boat.

Okay, have a great flight.

You, too.

Call you when you get there.

Sounds good.

(exhaling sharply)

♪

Well, Trish...

welcome home.

(phone ringing)

Hey, Karl.
How was your flight?

Uneventful. You?

The flight was fine.
It's the five-hour drive

from Philly International
that gets you.

Six, if you get lost
and take the scenic route.

I've been away so long,

I forgot people still
wave hello at you here.

It's weird. It's like they're...

hitchhiking for affection.

Yeah. Growing up in Michigan,

if somebody did that to you,
we'd consider it a threat.

The more this world changes, the
more small towns stay the same.

Yeah.
So, what's the plan?

You gonna settle in?
Visit family?

Check out the local politics?

No. Heck with that.
I'm expediting this one.

I'm on my way to
meet Maisie now.

That's the go-getter
I know and adore.

Trish: I'll call you
later with an update.

♪

(knocking)

Hi. I'm Maisie.
Nice to meet you.

Hi. I'm Trish. It's a
pleasure to meet you, too.

What can I do
for you today, Trish?

Are you one of those
door-to-door sales ladies?

I'm supposed to tell you,

we appreciate your visit,
but we're not interested

in any of your...

Actually, Maisie,

I'm here as an
official representative

of the Sunny Day Lemonade,

America's number one supplier
of home-style lemonade

and lemon-lime beverages.

You work for Sunny Day Lemonade?

The freshest, tastiest,

most goldeny-glowy
lemonade on earth?

That's us.

Holy crap!

Please don't tell
my dad I said that.

It'll cost a quarter
in the swear jar.

That's half of
this week's profits.

Pinkie swear.
I promise.

Speaking of your dad, Maisie,

do you think maybe I
could speak to him?

For sure, Trish.

He's gonna love you.
Right this way.

Oh.

Dad, look who's here.

This is Trish and she's
from Sunny Day Lemonade,

and she's here to stick up
for my legal rights.

What?

Sorry.

Trish?

Trish McTavish?

Evan?

Oh my gosh.

Maisie:
You two dated?

You were boyfriend
and girlfriend?

You used to make out?

- It was a long time ago.
- Ten years ago.

Thirteen, actually.

Maisie:
Before Mom?

Yeah.

That's right, sweetie.

Long before Mom, when were
kids barely older than you.

And now you're
a lemonade lawyer?

Not a lawyer,
a public relations expert.

It's like gossip,
but the good kind,

the kind that makes you want to
like something even better.

Oh, Mase, we gotta go.
It's almost eight o'clock.

Your uncle's gonna be here soon.

Oh, wait, your jacket.

Oh. Oh.

Sorry.

So sorry.

(exhaling sharply)

Great to meet you, Trish.

- Trish: You too, Maisie.
- Good morning, Maisie.

Maisie:
Morning, Uncle Aaron.

- Who's your visitor?
- That's Trish

and she's from
Sunny Day Lemonade,

and she's here to stick up
for my legal rights.

Aaron:
Okay.

Trish...

McTavish?

Hi, Aaron.

It's been a long time.

I see you finally
got those braces off.

Trish McTavish, I mean...
what a blast from the past.

Kabloom.
(imitating explosion)

Believe me,
I'm as surprised to be here

as you are to see me here.

In Golden Valley, I mean.

Yeah, well,

we all thought you were
living in Geneva by now,

giving speeches
on landmine reduction

to a bunch of
foreign guys in suits.

Never thought
we'd see you, uh... back.

Anyhoo...
We'd better boot, right Maisie?

Don't want to
be late for school.

Bye, Dad.
Nice to meet you, Trish.

You too, Maisie.

(clearing throat)

Yeah. Sorry about that.

My brother wasn't a
big fan of high school

or anything that
reminds him of high school.

He skipped all the reunions,
too, so I wouldn't...

No. It's my fault.
I came at an awkward time.

I should've realized that
it was time for school.

You didn't do something crazy,

like drive all the
way from the airport

without sleeping, did you?

Um...

I'm gonna get
you a cup of coffee.

Oh, Evan, that sounds great,

I just... I really should
be getting back to work.

I mentioned why I'm here, right?

The division
I help run has a mandate

to help children
across the country

facing regulatory issues over
the use of a lemonade stand.

I-I had no idea that
she was... yours.

Right.
And that's actually a thing?

Like, kids being hassled
over lemonade stands?

And somehow Maisie
ended up on your radar?

You would be shocked.
Believe it or not,

lemonade stands are
technically still illegal

in 34 states,

and it's my job
to help stop that.

Huh. So, ah, what's
the first step with Maisie?

Well, the town hall opens
at 10:00 AM this morning.

Small town summer hours,
gotta love it.

What are your plans today?

Oh, I got a lot of
work to do for the...

Solstice Festival.

- Oh.
- Yeah, I've been contracted

to build this new garden arbor,

and I've been getting
a bit stalled on it.

Do you think maybe you could
take a break a bit later?

Meet me at the town hall at ten?

I suppose I could do that, yeah.

Okay.

I just have to make a brief
pit stop at my mother's place,

before a gas station attendant

or a third cousin twice removed
tells her I'm in town.

I'll see you then.

Hey, uh, Trish...

it's good to see you.

It's good to see you, too.

(exhaling sharply)

Well, Trish...

welcome home.

♪

(knocking)

What a wonderful surprise!

Hi, Mom.
It's been a long time.

Has it?

I didn't notice.

You know how my begonias
keep me so busy.

Look, I'm just here for
a short business trip.

If this isn't
a good time for you,

I can always stay at a hotel.

Hotel? Nonsense. You have a
perfectly fine bedroom here.

♪

It's like
a time-capsule in here.

This room hasn't changed a bit.

Couldn't you have turned it
into a sewing den or...

maybe a gym
or an infrared sauna?

Well, I suppose this room is
just a way to remember you.

Living so far, never visiting...

I've flown you out
and put you up

for every major
holiday since I left.

Like a dine-in take-out meal

or a pet you rent
for a few hours,

and send back to the shelter.

Where did you get this?

I thought I boxed
all this up years ago.

I found it the
other day in the garage.

I thought it would
spruce the atmosphere up.

All that stuff
I packed away, Mom,

do you think maybe you
could let it all stay packed?

Why, Trish?

Why has it been so hard
to get you back here?

Why did you run so far away?

Was it me?
Was it something I did?

No, Mom, it wasn't you.

I love you.
You're the best mom ever.

There's just too many
memories here.

You know, I can't stay. Um...

I have a meeting
in town at ten. Okay?

Can we talk about this later?

♪

Hey.

So, you ready to change the
world, one bylaw at a time?

Oh... I gave that up when I
signed the mortgage on my condo.

That's too bad, it was
a pretty impressive aspiration.

- Shall we?
- Yes.

So, then, you're
free on Saturday, 'cause...

So, I'm gonna invite
Barbara and Ginger...

(bell ringing)

and maybe Dora.

Yeah, okay.
I have to go.

How can Golden Valley
help you today?

We would like to apply
for a vendor's permit.

That's exciting. New business?

It's for my daughter's
lemonade stand.

How entrepreneurial of her.

I remember my first business,

babysitting.

Oh. Well, now, tell me,

Mrs. D'Alessio,

did you also have to apply

for a vendor's permit
and tax account

in order to watch
your neighbor's kids?

No, I didn't,

but we also didn't wear
seatbelts back in my day.

Regulations save lives.

I don't see the correlation.

So, uh...

we just fill this out,

and pay a fee, and then,
we're up and running?

Yep, then you need the permit
signed by the town commissioner.

Excellent.
Okay, well,

we might as well set up that
appointment while we're here.

Oh, the earliest availability
is the first of August.

The commissioner
is on holiday until then.

The first of August?
(chuckling)

- Mm-hmm.
- That's ridiculous.

I mean, you do realize
this is exactly

the kind of cumbersome
bureaucracy that strangles

true business
innovation, don't you?

Honey, I don't make the rules,

I just enforce the ones
that council passes.

Thank you, Mrs. D'Alessio.

My pleasure.

(exhaling sharply)

What kind of a town official

takes two months off
in the middle of summer?

I guess that's a bit of a
tradition around here.

People tend to enjoy
their down-time.

Hard to find any harm in it.

The harm is now we can't get
Maisie's vendor's permit,

which means no photo op for
Sunny Day Lemonade,

and I am not
sitting around here,

waiting for the
leaves to change.

Well, Maisie and I appreciate
the effort, nonetheless.

You know, she did want to make a
little extra cash this summer,

but she'll find something else,
maybe she'll mow some lawns.

Listen, uh, if you ever
find yourself back in town...

you know where to find us.

Oh, I'm not done here, Evan.

This isn't over by a long shot.
We are just getting started.

♪

I thought I was super early.

You been here long?

Couple of hours.

I thought I'd catch up
on some emails.

Oh.
Do you ever sleep?

Catnaps between text messages.

Sorry this was so last minute.

Were you able to
get a sitter for Maisie?

My brother usually volunteers.
They're basically best friends.

So, who we waiting for?

I hear this place
has a mean frittata.

Vanessa Matthews...

as in the reporter for
the Golden Valley Bugle?

That's the one.

Isn't she, like,
a crime reporter?

How did you get her interested

in a story about
a lemonade stand?

We skipped detention
together in grade-school.

She kind of owes me a favor.

Well, I'm here,
at this ungodly hour.

Someone please tell me they know
how to mix a proper Mojito.

Oh. Uh, thank you
for coming, Vanessa.

I really appreciate
you taking the time.

Well, you made it sound so
juicy, how could I refuse?

You're looking fit, Trish.
Changed your hair.

(snapping)

Mojito.

Oh...

So, tell me more

about this grave
social injustice.

Somebody mugged
Shirley Temple or something?

Vanessa, this is Evan Payton.

His daughter is the girl
I was telling you about.

It's nice to meet you.

I've been a fan of
your work for years.

Payton... Payton...
Where do I know that name from?

You might have read
about my wife, Susan Payton,

car accident
a few years back, out of town.

I remember.
I'm so sorry.

That's okay. Thanks.

Um...

Anyway,

the reason I asked you here,
Vanessa, it has to do a...

A lemonade stand you said?

That's right. It belongs to
Evan's daughter Maisie.

She built it herself.
She's ten.

Well, I watched that
video you sent me.

It's a sweet little piece about
a small town injustice,

the big boot of bureaucracy

coming down on the cute and
innocent, blah-blah-blah.

But I have to tell you, I'm not
sure I see the story here.

Well, the story is,

today, right now,
in the U.S. of A,

lemonade stands
are illegal in 34 states.

Really?

And you might ask yourself,

in a world full of
pop stars and smartphones,

cold wars and hot zones,

why does a
lemonade stand matter?

It matters because,
for most of us,

lemonade stands are the
first step into small business,

economic theory and
that spirit of entrepreneurship

that makes us who we are.

It matters because, we all have
the right to pursue our dreams,

and the state
should be there to help,

not hinder using
red tape or petty hurdles,

like asking a
child to buy a permit

to serve citrus water
to her neighbors.

(sighing)

And who was it you said
you work for again, Trish?

Back in junior high, I figured
you'd be chained to a tree

somewhere by now,

protesting logging
rights in the Amazon.

Oh yeah, that's right,

Sunny Day Lemonade.

Smells like a publicity stunt.

I understand your skepticism,
Vanessa, but I assure you,

there is no conflict
of interest here.

The fact of the matter is

Sunny Day Lemonade has done a
lot of good for this country.

Pressure from our
lobbyists have resulted

in the changes of laws
in over thirteen states,

thirteen states where children
don't have to worry about

getting a $500 fine for
making five bucks in quarters.

All it takes is the tiniest
bit of media pressure

on the town councils,

and they cave-like
spelunkers in a gold mine.

I have to tell you, Trish,
you almost had me convinced.

It's just there
isn't enough there

to bring back to my editor.

The problem is, every good
story needs a villain.

The Big Bad Bureaucracy Bully?

That just isn't
enough these days.

It was nice to meet you, Evan.

And good to see
you again, Trish.

Thanks for the Mojito
that never came.

Call me if you have
anything... juicier.

Well...

I thought it was a great speech.

It's pretty clear why you're
so good at your job.

So, can we order breakfast now?

I'm going for the frittatas.

Oh, Evan, I'm sorry.

If you don't mind, I still
have a lot of work to do.

Could we rain check
this breakfast?

Sure.

♪

Hi, Mom.

How did your date go with Evan?

I told you, Mom,
it wasn't a date.

You shared a breakfast
table at Mamma Teresa.

I was buttering up a reporter.

Well, did anything stick?

(sighing)
No.

She thinks the story's too
boring to make headline news.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah.

You know,
I always liked that Evan.

I know you did, Mom.

I did, too, but that
was a very long time ago.

We are very
different people now.

I truly thought
he was gonna be the one.

You were always so...
different around him, so...

Happy?

Is that wrong?

Happy doesn't pay the
lease on my Tesla, mom.

If I had stayed here,
I wouldn't have gone to college,

graduated with honors,
found a fulfilling job.

I'd still be... here.

Oh, pity the thought.

That's not what I meant.

It's nice being home,

now that it's
a place that I visit,

not a place that I'm stuck.

Well, I guess I'm just gonna
have to take what I can get

and just appreciate
the brief reunion we're having.

Mrs. Phillips:
I've got it all on video.

Look, ma'am, I don't make the
rules, I just enforce them

for two small paychecks a month
and ten large headaches a day.

Can't you just make that video
go... how do they put it?

Go viral? Why do you need
a newspaper article?

A viral video might work
for the younger generations,

but for the people
on the town council,

most importantly,
the people who vote

for the people
on the town council,

they trust a face they know,

like an anchor-man
or a veteran reporter.

Wait, wait.

Pause that.

Isn't that Hank Wishlow?

Trish:
What? The old man in the window?

Oh, he was such a crank,

even back in kindergarten.
You know, I betcha it was him

who sicced the cops
on that poor girl.

It wasn't the police.
It was a county inspector.

And we don't know
if it was him, Mom.

I mean, it could
have been anybody.

Mom:
Vanessa Matthews?

Is that the reporter
you met with?

Why? Do you know her?

Well, I know her mother Ronette.
We play Bridge together.

I mean, I play.

She drinks mostly.
Is she gonna cover your story?

Do you think
you could speak to her?

Maybe she could talk to Vanessa.

Oh, I see how
this is gonna go now.

To win your affection,

I just have to be
your personal assistant.

That not what this is, Mom.
You do know that, right?

You just can't beat a personal
connection in business,

it's everything.

Okay, honey.

I'll make that call.

Thank you.

(sighing)

(door opening)

(door closing)

Hey. Where's Maisie?

She's upstairs, working on
a new business plan.

Trish has her all
hyped up on an expansion.

I just hope she doesn't
get her little heart broken.

You're back early.
How was your breakfast date?

It wasn't a date.

Uh-huh.

(chuckling)
So, did Trish pick up the tab?

Or did you go Dutch?

I paid, actually.
She had to leave in a hurry.

Now, that's the
Trish I remember,

Trish the Mach-10 race car.

And you're the old,
reliable pickup truck.

Look, I'm a grown man
in my thirties.

I'm not gonna hold a grudge

over something that
happened when we were 18.

You know, she left, I stayed;

same old story.

No, brother, you're barely
covering the Cliff's Notes.

You got any
new gigs for that thing?

Yeah, I got a gig
coming up in July.

It's a wedding.

Other than that,
it's pretty lean.

That's why I'm here,

borrowing your tools,
as per usual.

You changed the subject.

We were talking about you.

You don't have
to worry about me, man.

Look, what happened with Trish,
it was a lifetime ago.

We might as well
be two strangers

meeting each other
for the first time.

Two strangers who went
to the prom together,

shared their
first kiss together, sure.

(chuckling)

♪

(knocking)

Trish...
(chuckling)

You're here...
at 6:30 in the morning.

Trish: Yeah.

I couldn't sleep.

I woke up before
my alarm... again.

It's weird how
that works, isn't it?

You set this alarm, and then
your brain beats it to it,

like, "No, please, allow me."

(chuckling)

You ever try
wearing a sleep mask?

Like I said, sleep's overrated.

Anyway, I am here to
tell you the great news.

My mother spoke to
Vanessa Matthews' mother

and she agreed to run the story.

It's coming out today.

Saturday morning paper?

Wow.
That's, uh...

great.

Great?
It's fantastic.

This is exactly
the kind of pressure we need

to make the town
officials take action.

In New York State,
all it took was an ad

in the weekly Pennysaver
to make the committee

vote unanimously
to sign the bill.

Then, I guess your work
here is almost done.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.

Huh.

Well, let's make the best of it.

What do you have planned today?

Well, I was
planning on sleeping in.

I should probably get a little
work done on the garden arbor.

Do you think you could take a
vacation day? You and Maisie?

I mean, I could sit
around here all day,

waiting for the weekend
edition to come out,

or we could play hooky,
pretend I'm a tourist,

take me to your favorite place?

All right.

I'll go wake up Maisie.

Maisie?!
(chuckling)

Just kidding,
she's having breakfast.

(Trish laughing)

Maisie:
Can I go find a spot?

Evan:
Sure, but not too far, okay?

Trish:
It's been so long.

My mom and I used to come here
and walk our dog, Whiskey Cake.

I forgot that you had
a dog named Whiskey Cake.

Yeah.
(laughing)

- He was a spaniel, right?
- Yep.

- White patch over his eye?
- Mm-hmm.

He, uh...
he ran away.

Oh, it was devastating.

We were out looking for him
every night for two weeks.

I remember.

Oh my God, that's right,
you were there.

You were one of the
volunteers who helped us.

I totally forgot about that.

That's how we met.

It's how I arranged to meet you.

I figured if I saved the dog,
get the girl.

Save the dog, get the girl.

I had no idea you
could be so sneaky.

For the right motivation.

Over here.

What did the snowman
say to the other snowman?

"Do you smell carrots?"

(both laughing)

- Evan: That was a good one.
- Trish: Yeah.

It's good to see this is
still a thing around here.

Oh, yeah.
This is the place to be

on a Saturday morning
in Golden Valley.

Trish, you're so pretty.

Why don't you have,
like, 900 husbands?

Well, who says I don't?

Because you don't have a ring
and your last name's

your mom's name.
I looked you up on Google.

Ah. Well,
what if I told you

there are more important things
in life than getting married?

Like what?

Well, like getting an
education, for one,

pursuing a career,
excelling at your chosen path,

developing your craft.

But who gives you hugs
and foot rubs at night?

Is that what you
think marriage is?

Hugs and foot rubs?

Mostly.

Hugs are pretty fabutastic,
if you ask me.

She's got a good point.

They are fabutastic.

It's nice to see
you more relaxed,

let your hair down.

I thought my hair was down.

I think your hair
could be on fire

and be painted neon and it
would still have the impression

of being in a very
tight business bun.

I think that's a compliment?

Or are you saying
that I'm wound too tight?

I'm gonna go explore.

Ah, thanks, kid.

It was a compliment.

- Mm-hmm.
- I swear.

I have missed this place,
more than I knew.

Being back here,
the air is fresher.

It smells like...

Lilacs and geraniums

and just a whiff of elk manure.

Yeah, they put
that in last spring;

it's part of the soil project.

Ah... I was going to say,
it smells familiar.

But, okay...

So, what's next?

You know, after the big
article comes out.

Hopefully, once the
town council get wind of it,

they'll start talking
about holding a meeting.

Remember, no one's
against lemonade stands.

It's just that
no one wants to deal with

the paperwork of
changing the laws.

They'll cave.

And then, after that,

I go wherever
the next job takes me, I guess.

You always were on the go.

And is it always the same,

you're just trying
to change the laws?

Not always.

These kind of jobs only
come around every now and then.

Mostly, I'm out there,
selling our brand,

bolstering our reputation.

It's a dog-eat-dog
racket out there

in the summer beverage world.

It's very cut-throat,
like cartels.

But mostly, I spend my energy
faking kind words and a smile.

See, I remember

you were one heck of a
cheerleader back in junior high.

You got so fired up
for those pep rallies.

You could barely hear what the
other girls were saying.

Well, if you think I'm
impressive with a megaphone,

imagine what I can accomplish

with a marketing degree
and a smartphone.

I can only imagine.

Well, here's to
the power of persuasion...

and new opportunities.

To new opportunities.

Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

Oh! I'm sorry.

Oh...

Here, I'll get that.

Thank you.

Maisie:
Dad, come look at this.

I'd better go check out Maisie.

Oh, you got it.
You did it?!

Maisie:
Yeah!

That was awesome.
Ooh, nice!

Hank:
You're on private property!

Now, get off my porch,
you vulture!

I'm serious!
I'm gonna call the cops

and have you arrested
for trespassing!

Man: You are the one who phoned.
Was it you?

Do you understand me?!

Excuse me!

Hank: Now, get off my property!

Hank...

The vultures are circling, Evan,

trying to get the latest scoop.

They're claiming it was me,

but I didn't
make that call, I swear.

What?

(exhaling sharply)

Oh, no.

Look, Hank may be
a bit of a recluse,

but he's always
been kind to Maisie.

I mean, there's no way
he made that call.

No. I'm so sorry.

This isn't what my mother
and I discussed.

I don't know how this happened.

(sighing)
I better go check on Hank.

Missus Phillips says
Hank acts so grouchy

because Missus Hank lives
in Las Vegas full-time now

and he doesn't get hugs
and foot rubs anymore.

Well, you know what Maisie?

You might be half right.

You're not leaving,
are you, Trish?

We were having so much fun.

Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie,

but I have a big mess
I have to go clean up.

Why don't you go find your dad?

Okay?

Mom?

You are going to call
Ronette Matthew's immediately

and tell her to
issue a retraction.

Mom: "Curmudgeonly Neighbor
Calls Cops on Kids."

But this...
this isn't what we discussed.

I mean, I-I...

I may have alluded to Hank
possibly being the culprit,

but I mentioned lots of
potential suspects.

I named off
half the church choir.

She's gone and
exaggerated my words.

You were supposed to talk to her
about small-town injustice,

the big boot of bureaucracy
coming down on the cute

and innocent, blah-blah-blah.

I got carried away.

(phone ringing)

Maybe that's Evan calling,
to smooth everything over.

No. It's not him, Mom.
I-I have to take this.

(phone ringing)

(exhaling sharply)

Hey, Karl, what's the latest?

I'm just wrapping up Texas.

Should be hopping on
a plane by Friday morning.

So, it worked?

Karl:
Oh, like a charm.

That last case in Overton
was the curly straw

that broke the
bureaucrat's back.

The Governor introduced

a lemonade stand
law this morning,

all thanks to
Sunny Day Lemonade.

That's... fantastic.
Great job.

Come on, Trish. You know it's
all because of your groundwork.

Okay? You ran the marathon, I
just crossed the finish line.

What about you?
How's the home situation?

Uh, to be honest, it's not
going so well here.

I think this town
might be a bust.

(sighing)
Okay, listen.

I gotta tell you something.

I might have already
told the head office

that you have things
wrapped up there.

You're kidding me.

I mean, things were
going so well,

I didn't want to
lose the momentum.

I am getting nowhere here, Karl.

I am this close to
a defamation suit

and I can't even get
a basic vendor's permit.

This town's so damn lazy when
it comes to summer hours.

And now, you're telling me
failure's not an option?

To be honest,
it never really was.

Here's the gist,
the Sunny Day Lemonade company

loves what happened in Texas,

and they want
Pennsylvania to be next.

Oh, for Pete's sake...

You know what this means, right?

Yep. Time to move on to Plan C.

So, what do you think?

Is this enough
to finish that thing

you're building
for the Solstice Festival?

What did you call it?
A pergola?

It's a garden arbor.

Oh, uh-huh.
Hey, still no word from her?

Who?

You know who.

Not since Friday, no.

Maybe she left town...

again.

Yep, maybe.

Listen, I'm sorry, Evan.
That sucks, but, uh,

I really think it's
for the best, you know?

What is it they say?
When life gives you lemons...

Try not to get
juice in your eye,

it could cause
permanent blindness?

Something like that.

Did you know there
is more actual lemon juice

in a can of scented
furniture polish

than there is in an entire jug
of grocery store lemonade?

Well, that's why I only drink
Sunny Day Lemonade.

It's America's number
one home-style lemonade

and lemon-lime beverage.

(Aaron chuckling)

Hey, Evan,
can I talk to you a sec?

I'll meet you inside.

That she-devil reporter
issued a full retraction,

apologized for getting her facts
all twisted out of shape.

Maybe I won't be
getting kicked out

of the Rotary Club after all.

(chuckling)
Well, that's great, Hank.

You know, big of Vanessa
to own up to this.

I'm glad your
reputation's been restored.

Thanks, Evan. You've always
been a good neighbor to me;

the old-fashioned kind,

the kind you can
share a brewski with

or borrow a power tool from, or
hell, both at the same time.

(both chuckling)

Oh, Hank, that reminds me,

you still have my leaf-blower.

What the heck is a
"Lemonade Stand Sit-In"?

"Presented by
the Sunny Day Lemonade,

"spokesperson Trish McTavish
speaks for the rights

"of all young lemonade
stand owners nationwide."

Wow, Dad, doesn't that
sound awesome? She's so cool.

Evan: I suppose she is.

Trish: Hi, everyone.

Thank you for coming.

My name is Trish McTavish,
and like most of you here,

I was born right here
in Golden Valley.

I opened my first lemonade stand
when I was nine years old,

about two blocks that way,

in a little brown bungalow
with a red mailbox.

I left home after turning 18
to pursue my degree.

And then, after a job offer

from the Sunny Day
Lemonade company

that took me all the way to

their head offices
in Los Angeles...

Go, Rams.

- (laughing)
- Go, Rams.

At first glance,
it all seems so basic,

the idea of a lemonade stand.

Is there anything
so perfectly American

this side of apple pie?

But what a lemonade stand
represents

to a child's development,

that sense of worth

it inspires in our nation's
young entrepreneurs,

the value of it

as a teaching tool,

as a way to bring
a community together,

it just can't be ignored.

The irony is, no one
is actually against

a lemonade stand.

No governor or police officer,

no county inspector
or town clerk.

The problem is antiquated law.

What I do is shine a light

on the ridiculousness
of these laws,

revealing a need
for common-sense change,

exposing the regulations
for what they are:

a legislative bunion on the toes
of progressive policy.

(laughing)

What this meeting is here today?
This is a call to action.

I am asking
all the parents and children

attending, and any friends
or family members

that you can rustle up,

to take part in
a lemonade stand sit-in

this coming Saturday.

To showcase the unfairness of
our current state laws,

we are going to set up
as many lemonade stands

as we can squeeze onto
the town hall lawn.

I'm even offering to provide
the stands myself.

I have been building them.

This is a work in progress,

but I call her Matilda.

(gasping)

(laughing)

Well, I admit, there's still a
few kinks I need to work out.

Whoops.

But I promise I will have enough
for everyone this weekend.

I do encourage you all

to make your own signs
and slogans.

And no cuss words, people.

Let's keep this PG.

And thank you for coming.

Stand up for lemonade stands.

(cheering and applause)

Woman:
All right! Well said. Well said.

Stand up for lemonade stands.

(applause continues)

Let's do something about
your lemonade stand.

Actually, I'm going to go talk
to Trish for a minute.

All right.
Can I go with my friends?

Yeah.
I'll meet you outside.

I can probably offer
some tips on this thing.

Oh, really?

Here I was, thinking
I'd pretty much mastered it.

No.
The design is solid.

But, uh, the structure
has a few flaws.

Oh?

Do tell.

Well, ideally,
I'd put some L-brackets here.

Oh. Or even better,
you could put some hinges on

so you can fold it up
and transport it.

The glue is starting to
come off.

It's drying out already. But...

I happen to have some wood glue.

Do you just carry that around
with you?

Never hurts to be prepared.

Could you, uh,

actually help me with this
for a sec?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Now, can you just hold that up?

Yeah. There.

Okay.

Keep holding it.

- All right.
- Okay.

Now, just hold it down.

Just a few more seconds.

There.

15 minutes, it'll be sturdy.

Fantastic.

Let's test it.

Wait. Look.

I'm good. But this thing
is made out of plywood.

Just messing with you.

(laughing)

So, where's Maisie?

I heard her clapping
out there earlier.

Uh, yeah. She's just
out with some friends.

Hmm.

Listen. Um, I wanted to
thank you.

For what?

Well, you arranged the whole
redaction in the paper for Hank.

And I know it's not a big deal,

but in this town,
reputation is everything.

Look. It's the least
I could do.

If there's one thing
I've learned from my mother,

it's to always own up
to your mistakes.

And half of hers.

(chuckling)

I liked your speech.

Especially the part about the...

Legislative bunions on the toes
of progressive policy?

Yep.

Believe it or not,
that was actually improvised.

Huh. Very well done.

But I also liked the part
about operating

your first lemonade stand
when you were nine,

what it does for a kid's
self-confidence,

and how it brings
the community together.

That part, too.

Well, it all came from
the heart.

With a little bit of practice.

Hmm.

So, you think you're going to be
able to build enough of these

in time for Saturday?

Uh, I may have over-promised

that a little.
I do that.

Hmm.

It's actually a great motivator.
You predict the future,

and then you're forced
to make it happen.

Hmm.

I think I might be able to
help out with that, too.

Thank you.
(chuckling)

All right.

(giggling)
You did it to me.

Trish: I still don't understand
why we couldn't have done

this work
at the community center.

You know, I have the place
rented out for another few days.

All on the company dime.

Trust me. This is
where you want to be.

(sensor clicking)

(door clattering open)

(gasping)

So, this is where
the magic happens.

Oh, yeah.

It's where I spend
most of my time

when I'm not with Maisie.

Oh, it's beautiful.

It smells like
Santa's workshop in here,

like I'm going to find
little elves

baking cookies in cedar stoves.

Ha! I wish.

So, is this for
the Solstice Festival?

You know, I still can't believe

that thing is still going.

Still?
The solstice is eternal.

It was here before time began,
and it'll outlive us all.

(chuckling)

Oh, and you should know,

your mother usually wins

the flower-arranging
competition.

She grows great begonias.

Insane begonias.

Although there has been
some rumblings.

That she's cheating?

Impossible.

I've seen the flower beds
in her backyard.

Yeah. It's not where
she grows them. It's how.

What, like she's using steroids
or something?

Well, some folks are saying,
but not me, mind you...

Mm-hmm?

Maybe she's using some
sort of growth concoction

that she got off the dark web.

Possibly.

Okay. Like she's sprinkling
crushed-up steroids

into the soil?

Something like that.

(laughing)
Well, I'll tell you.

The reason that my mother's
flowers grow so big

is because she shames them
into performing.

You know how I know that?

It's because that's how she
used to get the best out of me.

Whatever you say.

Hey.

We went to one of these together
back then, didn't we?

The solstice dance?

Oh, yeah.

The Golden Valley Summer
Solstice Festival, 2007.

Yeah.

Legendary.
It'll be remembered as

the Woodstock of Golden Valley.

Mm-hmm.

And that's the last time we saw
each other, wasn't it?

I left town a few days later.

Uh, that's right. Yeah.

I don't know why I didn't write.
I didn't call.

Well, you were getting ready
for college.

You were starting a new life.

I should have called.

And I even knew it back then,
but it's like every day

that passed, it got
a little bit harder,

till there was too much left
to say.

I'm sorry, Evan.

It's okay.

We were kids, right?

Yeah.

And you know, just because
I'm the one who decided to stay,

I've gone on to live
an incredible life myself.

Sometimes it feels like
I've lived three or four.

Right. Now, where is that?
Ah. Here we go.

What are you waiting for?

Come on.
Clock is ticking.

We got to build
some lemonade stands.

Yeah. Okay.

All right. You can, uh,
just start with, uh, the saw.

Okay.

Okay.

♪ 11 days since we last spoke ♪

♪ I rolled over
just to poke your nose ♪

Very nice.

- Oh. That's just great.
- Yeah?

♪ A force of habit
that I just can't let go ♪

♪ Not going to lie
I haven't got much sleep ♪

♪ The thought of losing you
is killing me ♪

♪ Nights are cold without you
here to hold ♪

Let me help you.

Thanks.

♪ I miss just staring at
your face ♪

♪ I miss coming home
to your warm embrace ♪

♪ You're my sunshine
on a cloudy day ♪

♪ I know I made a big mistake ♪

♪ I know
there's nothing more to say ♪

- Get back to work!
- (Laughing)

♪ I just hope someday soon
will be okay ♪

♪ Just take a little time,
time ♪

Evan, can I ask you something?

Sure, but we are not
changing the radio station.

It was a long, hard battle,
but we settled on folk

and I think we should
stick with it.

Oh. You know what?

Actually, I wanted to ask you
about Maisie's mom.

Oh.

Uh, yeah.
What do you want to know?

What was she like?
How did you meet?

Uh, we met at
Patterson's bowling alley.

Hmm.

The one up on County Road 8.
Yeah.

Yeah. I was there
with some friends,

and I was three-quarters
of the way

through bowling
this perfect game

when I set my sights
on this bowler.

She was new to the sport.

You could tell,

because she was
the only one there

swinging a bowling ball
through her legs.

- Using her arms.
- Yeah.

Like she was
some really old farmer

rolling a really large pumpkin.

(laughing)

Ah, she didn't care.

She was just laughing
the whole time.

She was too beautiful,
and she was too happy

to care about something trifle
like the score.

I thought, what do
I have to lose,

and went up
and introduced myself.

Asked her for
some bowling lessons.

We were married 19 months later.

I'm so sorry.

Losing her,

I can't imagine how that was
for you and Maisie.

Yeah. Well, Maisie was so young
when it happened,

I'm not sure how much
she remembers.

She doesn't always
talk about it.

Well, you've been
a good dad, Evan.

She's a great kid.

Well, I can't think of
a better compliment.

So, thank you.

You know what?

Everything you guys
have built here,

it reminds me of
everything I left behind

when I left.

You know, I...

(phone chiming)

I thought I'd turned
that thing off.

Could be important.
Maybe you should answer it.

Oh, it's my mother.

She's sitting there
all alone at home,

and she's asking us both
to come over for dinner tonight.

No way.

Huh. Well, why not?

Because it's always
a guilt trap with her.

She's trying to make a point.

Show me everything I'm missing

by not coming home
to visit more.

You don't know her
like I know her.

(chuckling) Now, see,
what I remember is

your mom was one heck of a cook.

And I would die for a slice
of her tiramisu.

I am feeling a little peckish.

Maisie is out on a sleepover.

So, technically,
my night is free.

- Shall we?
- Uh-huh.

I'm starving.

Me, too. Let's go.
(laughing)

I think we made
some good progress, though.

Yeah.
I mean, I did a great job.

(laughing)

She pulled out all the big guns
tonight.

Silverware and everything.

Swanky.

Thank you. Wow.

What is all this?

Mom, you really didn't have to

go through all this trouble.

We could've just ordered pizza.

It's just that having you here
makes me so happy.

I can't remember the last time
I had house guests.

Oh, no, Mom.

Just with your weekly
bridge club,

your weekly book club,
your weekly potluck club.

Oh, and your Friday night
poker game.

Other than that, you're pretty
much completely isolated,

out here all on your own.

- Well...
- Like you're on Mars.

You came up with that list
so fast.

You spend a lot of time
rationalizing about your absence

I sincerely hope
that makes you feel better

about yourself.

Oh, it makes me
feel great about myself.

Fabu-tastic.

When did we start talking to
one another like this?

We're all sarcasm and innuendo.

It's like we're two ironworkers
razzing one another

at the bodega counter.

Trish:
Well, I get it from Dad.

You?
You were born with it.

Hmm. So, Evan,

what are your parents up to?

Mmm. Shucking clams

and hunting sailfish at
their time-share in Barbados.

Never seen them happier
since they retired.

How lovely.

And how much time do you
get to spend with them?

Well, enough, you know?

We get together every Christmas.
You know, birthdays.

Dad doesn't like to
fly too much,

but you know, we make the most
of our visits.

(whispering)
Take notes, Trish.

And this violent uprising
tomorrow?

Tell me more about that.

It's not a violent
uprising, Mom.

It's a lemonade stand sit-in.

Think singalongs, not tear gas.

I'll remember to wear my helmet.

(chuckling)

Mmm. You know what's funny
after all this?

We still have no idea

who the anonymous caller was.

Hmm.

You know, Mrs. McTavish, eh,

if you're feeling bad
about Hank,

I don't think he's going to hold
any grudges, so...

No. I don't think

that's what she's
feeling bad about at all.

Is it?

Mom, what did you do?

Well, I did
what any mother would do.

I found a way
to bring my daughter home.

It was you?
You made that call?

(coughing)

You didn't think
I was paying attention

to all your talk of market value

and controlling the narrative

and finding the perfect story
to best sell your product?

Well, this is me
with all that put into action.

So, you called the cops
on a little girl

just so you could bring me home?

County inspector, actually.

Could you pass
the potatoes, please?

What is all this?

What is this?
An apology?

Is this you saying sorry?

Sorry I made you fly
halfway across the country

based on a lie?

Risking my
professional reputation

just so you could have
a house guest?

It wasn't just about
a house guest.

Ugh.

I didn't just call
any little girl.

I called Evan's little girl.

Because I knew back then
what I know now,

and that's that you two
belong with one another.

And I'm just so tired of you

being so unhappy.

Oh, my gosh.

So, um, maybe I should go.

You know, I'll check on Maisie.

Uh, Mrs. McTavish?

Is there any chance
that you think

I could get a to-go bag?

I'll get some Tupperware.

(door hinge squeaking)

Evan, wait.

You don't have to leave.

I am so sorry.
I had no idea.

I had no concept

my mother was capable of this.

(chuckling) I don't know.
Maybe it's not so bad.

I mean, Maisie is enjoying
the whole adventure of it.

And it still doesn't
change the fact that

the law does need to be changed.

It doesn't matter
who made the phone call.

What matters
is the result, right?

You're really not mad?

Why would I be mad?

I'm not condoning
what your mother did,

but she was right
about one thing.

It brought you home.

Anyway, um, big day tomorrow.

We should probably
get some sleep.

Okay.
Good night, Evan.

Good night.

Oh, wait.

I had a lot of fun today.

Me, too.

Thank your mom for me.

(ignition turning)

(door hinge squeaking)

(dishes clattering)

So, he left?

Maybe I should drop off
another plate

of lemon-pepper turkey
as a peace offering.

We still have a drumstick left.

I think he's probably
had enough.

Please don't do that, Mom.

I'm...

I'm sorry I messed all this up.

I hope Maisie doesn't get PTSD

over all of this

and winds up hating me.

I'm sure she'll be fine, Mom.

I don't think he'll tell her.

What about us?

We'll be fine, too.

I promise.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

I was just, like,
missing you so much one day

and I saw this clip

about these two little twins
from Texas,

and they had their lemonade
stand confiscated.

And then I was driving,

and I saw Maisie's
lemonade stand

and I thought, "Well, shoot.
Why can't that happen here?"

And you know...

(sighing)

I need to drop off
a Bundt cake to Hank Wishlow

and apologize somehow.

(doorbell ringing)

Is that Evan,
coming for seconds?

Karl:
Hey.

Hi!

The Karl-meister made it.
I am locked and loaded.

Are you ready
to change the world?

Uh... Come in.

Is that your sister?

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

♪

Karl:
All right.

Okay.

Well, partner, we did it.

Ready to make some waves?

Yeah. It looks pretty good,
doesn't it?

Eye-catching, yet organized.

It looks fantastic.

Protesters (chanting):
If life gives you lemons,

make lemonade.

If life gives you lemons,

make lemonade.

You guys need a sign?

We're going to change this,
guys,

with your support.

Great job, guys. Signs up.

Protesters: What do we want?
Lemonade stands.

When do we want it? Now!
What do we want?

Lemonade stands.

When do we want it? Now!

Wow.
So, she really pulled it off.

Do you think we can still fit?

There's so many people here.

Well, don't worry.

We'll find you a good spot.

Protesters:
Go pucker up, City Hall.

How's that for a spot, huh?

Maisie:
Yeah.

All right.
Let's get this set up.

Dad, it's crooked.

You need to pay attention.

Sorry, honey.
How's that?

Better.
Where's Trish?

I want to show her
my lemonade stand.

I don't know.

Should be around here somewhere.

Hey.
It's Uncle Aaron.

I didn't know
he was going to be here.

Neither did I.

I'm going to go say hi to him.
You okay to stay here?

- Yep.
- I'll keep my eyes on you.

Woman:
One dollar.

Well, aren't you

the cutest little thing.

You must be Maisie.

I've heard so much about you.

Would you like to buy
a cup of lemonade?

Well, that depends.

What kind of lemonade
do you have?

What do you mean, what kind?
It's just lemonade.

Oh, summer child,

you're missing out on
a whole galaxy of flavors

if you just limit yourself

to one tart seasoning.

There's roasted peach lemonade

and lemon thyme lemonade,
and cherry/pineapple lemonade,

and hot honey/ ginger lemonade,

and sparkling
blueberry mint lemonade.

And frozen coconut rum lemonade.

(inhaling)

My dad told me I can't let
anyone put booze in my cups,

no matter what anybody tips.

We had a problem one time
with a repeat customer.

Well, that's probably
for the best, dear.

Some people turn into animals
when they've had a few.

Yeah. That wouldn't
be a problem.

Okay. Great.
Hey there.

Follow me, after.

- Hey, Evan.
- Hey.

I didn't think I'd see you here.

Yeah. I got myself
some freelance work.

- Finally.
- Huh.

With Vanessa Matthews?

She pays well, and on time.

Honestly, she's very photogenic.

I'm not complaining one bit.

Huh. Sounds like
a sweet gig.

Good for you.

Yeah, yeah. What about you?
Where's Trish?

I actually stopped by
the other day.

I saw you two out back.

Why didn't you say hi?

You looked pretty cozy.

I didn't want to interrupt.

It's under control.

Yeah, I'm sure.

Oh, man.
Is that Trish's mom?

Oh, she hated me.

What was her name again?
Gladys?

She's a bit of a handful.

- I'll go check on Maisie.
- All right.

- You have fun, all right?
- Yeah. Enjoy.

So?

It's adequate.

Keep the change.

Mrs. McTavish.

It's nice to see you again.

(coughing)

Ooh. You okay?

Fine. It just went down
the wrong pipe.

Maisie, those sure are
ripe lemons

- you're using.
- Thanks.

Have you seen Trish yet?

I was hoping to find her.

Actually, Evan,
I'm not really a fan

of these sort of pep rallies.

I've been to my fair share
in my day

that got quite out of hand.

Hmm.

The truth is,
I dropped by to see you.

Me? For what?

I meant to give you
more of these last night,

but you know, the evening ended
so abruptly,

and I just lost track
in all of the commotion.

You didn't have to do that.

Uh. One condition.

I'm asking you
to please forgive Trish.

I mean, trust me when I say that

when it comes to Maisie and you,

she really means well

and she's really a good person.

Any parts of her that aren't,

I only have myself to blame.

Okay. Well, thanks.

Actually, could you hold that
for one more second?

Hey.

Trish:
Hi.

Oh! Little buddy.
Good job.

Evan.

Over here.

Hey.
I was just looking for you.

Wow.
Look at all this.

Yeah. Not too shabby, huh?

People really like
an occasion with a cause.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

Hey. Evan.

Karl Rollins.

Oh. We work together.

Karl just got in from Texas
yesterday.

Oh. I didn't know you were
calling in reinforcements.

Yeah.
Well, we're a team.

Partners.

Trish: We just had a big success
in Texas, Evan.

The senate just voted
unanimously to change the law.

That's fantastic.

Actually, that reminds me.

I got to make a call.
I'll be right back.

Now it's happened
in Golden Valley.

- Yeah.
- It's real exciting.

Hopefully we just get
the whole town involved,

and the local news will cover us
and then word will get out.

I might do a little speech,

but hopefully Karl
can take that one.

Soon enough, any town official
not voting for the change

will quickly look out of touch.

Sounds like you know
what you're doing.

Um, hey. Actually,
we need to get some time

on air together.
You know,

look good for the bosses.

Right.

Uh, and I should probably
get back to Maisie.

If she sells all her lemonade,

she'll probably sell my truck.

(chuckling)

I'll see you later?

Sounds good.

- Nice to meet you.
- A pleasure.

Was that an old study buddy?

Uh, Evan and I
used to date, actually.

Back in high school.

Oh. Okay.

The way he looks at you,

it seems like it was
more than a few dates.

It was a very long time ago.

Okay.

(people applauding
and cheering distantly)

I can't believe you ate
that whole thing, Dad.

Did you want some?

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Why wouldn't I be okay?

You look sad,

like when the Eagles
lose in the playoffs.

Yeah. Well, the Eagles are
a very heartbreaking team.

I swear they actually lose
on purpose,

just by enough points
to really make it hurt.

That's not why you're sad, Dad.

You're right.
I'm just teasing.

Why don't you just
go talk to her?

Trish is working.

She's busy right now, honey.

She doesn't look busy.

She looks like
she's telling jokes

with that man
with the funny hairdo.

Maybe you're right.

I probably should
go talk to her.

You can give her this, Dad.

It's a present.

Huh.
When did you make this?

Today. I was going to
give it to Trish.

But I think you should instead.

You sure?

I mean, she's really
going to love it.

You can still give it to her,

but just tell her it's from me.

Deal.

All right.
I'll be right back.

Wish me luck.

Good luck, Dad.

Receptionist:
I have an announcement.

The Golden Valley Town Council
has agreed to hold

an emergency session

this coming Tuesday
to discuss an amendment

to the existing
lemonade stand bylaws.

All required permits
are hereby waived.

- (cheering and applause)
- Amazing. Wow.

Karl:
We did it. You did it.

- No. We did it. Oh.
- Congratulations.

Trish:
Thank you.

Hey. It's gonna be all right.

What's wrong, Dad?
She didn't like it?

I can make her a better one.

I promise.

Oh, sweetie, it's not that.

It's just she's busy.
Let's let her work.

Ooh, man.

Dad is not feeling so good.

You made enough money yet?

Sure, Dad.
I've got plenty.

- I'm tired, too.
- Yeah?

Thanks, Dad.
Today was really fun.

I'm glad. All right.
Let's pack it up.

We'll put that in here.

Oh. Okay.
All right. You ready?

Yeah.

(scraping)

(knocking)

Trish?

Hi.

Sorry.
I know it's late.

But I didn't get a chance
to talk to you

before you left.

Ah, that's okay.
It was a big day.

You literally made
Golden Valley history.

Congrats, by the way.

Yeah. Is Maisie
already in bed?

Yeah. She fell asleep counting
all the sweet cheddar she made.

I told her she should
buy herself a new bike,

but she wants to put it all
in a 401(k).

(laughing)

Here. Uh, have a seat.

Oh.

How's the project going
for the Solstice Festival?

You all set for tomorrow?

You mean my garden arbor?

Uh, trellis.

(laughing)

I don't believe...

Uh, it's almost ready.

It needs one more coat
of shellac, maybe.

Well, I came here
to thank you, Evan.

Without you, today
wouldn't have been possible.

None of it would have
been possible.

I'm sorry we didn't get a chance

to celebrate together.

Well, maybe we still can.

(imitating explosion)

Yeah.

- Thanks.
- (Laughing)

(laughing)

Evan, I...

I've enjoyed our time together

so much.

Being here,
back home in Golden Valley,

being with you and Maisie,

it's been so wonderful.

I don't remember the last time

I've been this relaxed.

You know, I'm sleeping
through the night again.

I can remember my dreams again.

You know, it used to be that

I always dreamed
about the future.

And lately, it seems
all I dream about is the past.

So, um, what next?

Now? The town council holds
a vote

to change the bylaws.

Hopefully, that snowballs into

changes state-wide.

Sunny Day Lemonade will see

a huge sales increase

thanks to all
the sweet publicity,

and then we're done.

Easy-peasy.

Hmm.

I meant, um,

what's next for you?

Oh. Well, I'm guessing

I'm looking at a substantial
raise when I get back

to Los Angeles.

A corner office,

maybe a couple of club seats.

Uh-huh?

Mostly, I'm looking at
a lot more work.

There are enough state laws
that need to be changed

to keep me
busy for the next 25 years.

- (phone chiming)
- Um, sorry.

Oh, it's Karl, reminding me
of an early flight.

Right.

Well, it is a pretty long drive

- to Philly International.
- Yeah.

It's a good thing
you have a partner.

Five hours.

Oh, I really wanted to
say goodbye to Maisie.

Well, I'll make sure that
she knows you said goodbye.

Yeah.

That reminds me.

She wanted you to have this.

Oh.

But she also made me promise

that you not open it till
you get to Los Angeles.

You know, maybe the scent
will remind you of home.

Golden Valley.

Tell her thank you.

And tell her it was
a pleasure meeting her.

I will.

Hey, Trish?

I really enjoyed our time
together, too.

(phone chiming)

I better go.

Bye, Evan.

It was fun.

♪

He's not like
most people, you know.

Evan, I mean.

Listen. I know he puts on
a brave face,

a big grin,

the odd bad joke
every now and then.

But I know how hard
these past few years

have been for him.

I've seen him,

and I've been with him

when he couldn't leave
the house for months.

But you know what?
He got better.

We're all better now.

But that sort of peace,
it's fragile.

So, what I'm asking you, Trish,

is please, please be careful.

Okay?

And I know you like Evan.

I'm not blind.
Everyone can see it.

So, when you make
your decision...

be sure.

For Evan's sake
and for Maisie's.

Just make sure
you know what you want.

(car sensor beeping)

(ignition turning)

♪

Karl:
You excited?

I've heard they're rolling out

the red carpet for us
when we get back.

Party time in
the executive boardroom.

Sounds great.

Something on your mind?
You seem kind of distracted.

You know, I've been reading

about the water quality
in these small towns.

Supposedly the pipes
are so old and lead-lined

that it seeps into
the water basin,

and it leads to
slower brain activity.

You haven't been, uh,

drinking too much
from the tap, have you?

This isn't me being slow, Karl.

This is me being introspective.

Just thinking about
what's next for me.

Like what?

Like the call I need to make
to Oahu tomorrow morning,

dealing with that
colossal muck-up.

Well, that's what
you live for, Trish.

It's what you're great at.

It's what we do.

What do we do again?

We touch hearts to change minds.

Haven't heard that one before.
Where'd you get that?

Probably from
some marketing textbook

somebody left on my desk.

I mean, I don't really remember.

You know what?
That reminds me.

I've got a line on a bumper crop

of Eureka lemons coming in
from Thai peninsula.

Might be worth checking out.

We could call it Lemonade Plus.

You keep staring at
that thing, Trish.

What are you seeing?

Opportunity.

(scraping)

Hey, Dad. How's it going?

Oh. Hey, honey.

It's, uh,

going okay.

Wow. The wood looks
really smooth.

It almost feels like
my teddy bear.

Is it all done now?

Yeah. Yeah.
I think it's done.

Are you ready?
The festival starts soon.

I want to make sure
I get a good spot.

Last year Betty-Jo Shepherd got
stuck out near the outhouse

and had to spend the whole night

wearing a clothespin
on her nose.

You can kind of guess
how much lemonade she sold.

I can imagine.

Yeah. I'm ready.

Do you think I should raise
my prices tonight?

Now that everything's legal

I'll have
a lot more competition.

I heard Mrs. Phillips
has been up

baking gingerbread cookies
for five nights straight.

Huh. Well, it's entirely
up to you, sweetie.

You kind of have to learn
to set your own moral ceiling

on this kind of thing.

Okay. Let's go.

Your uncle
is going to be here soon.

Yeah.

So, you're sure
this isn't a pergola?

Maisie:
Definitely not.

It's definitely a trellis.

We learned about these
in school.

It's not a pergola,
not a trellis.

A garden arbor.

All right?

People are just supposed to
walk through it?

Yes. It's an ornamental gate,
guys.

That's what gates do.

You walk through them

and it leads to
a whole new world.

A world filled with nothing
but, um, flowers and garland,

lemonade stands,

and people laugh and they dance,

and people have fun
all night long.

It's a place without heartache,

without headaches.

Only fun.

(birds chirping)

Let me show you.

Garden arbor.

Now I see why you spent so much
time working on it.

Well, you heard the man.

No more headaches.

Maisie:
Hey.

Right? Whole new world.

♪

Hello, Mr. Wishlow.

Hello, Maisie.

I'd like to buy one cup, please.

That'll be $2.50.

Oof. Pretty steep,

but I imagine
the product speaks for itself.

And how are you tonight, Evan?

Oh, I'm doing okay.

Just enjoying the ambience.

Still waiting for you to
bring me back that leaf blower.

There's something so special
about these festivals.

You know,
I've been coming to these

since I was Maisie's age,

and don't think
it's ever rained once.

Not on a night like this.

They wouldn't dare.

Didn't it rain like hell
the one year?

Was it '98?

That was a leap year,
and it was barely a drizzle.

Anyhow, Evan,
a bunch of us wanted

to get together and...
Hmm. There they are now.

We all wanted to thank you,
Evan,

you and Maisie,

for all you've done for us.

For this town.

A few of us held
a raffle earlier,

and guess what.
Maisie won.

We expect the proceeds
to go toward improvements

on her next stand.

Mm-hmm.

Remember, neon
is always in fashion,

and you can never have
enough yellow.

Wow, everybody.
Thank you so much.

Maisie and I
really appreciate this.

Truly.

But there is someone else
we should all be thanking.

The person
who made this all possible.

Trish McTavish.

Gladys:
I knew it.

I knew it!

I was telling all of you,
my baby is coming back.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Mmm-mmm ♪

♪ Don't worry
about where we are ♪

You came back.

♪ Or where we've been ♪

I never left.

♪ Don't worry about
how we could've been ♪

What about Karl?

Karl is Karl.

We work well together,

but I don't mix business
with pleasure.

Never dated a co-worker,
and I never will.

♪ Dance with me 'til we see
the morning light ♪

What about a small-town
carpenter?

Well, my schedule may have
just opened up a bit.

Lucky me.

And here we are.

Right where we left off.

♪ You'll never be alone ♪

♪ As long as I have you
by my side ♪

(laughing)

Mmm.

So, how'd they take the news
down in Los Angeles?

When you gave them your notice.

Better than expected.

Karl essentially told them
that he'd been doing my job

all along, so they'd basically
be saving an extra salary.

Did you tell him your plan?

To become
a small business advocate

right here in Golden Valley?

Use the skills I've learned
serving mega-corp clients

to instead help
mom-and-pop shops

fight government overreach?

Yeah. That one.

No. That's just for me.

You know, I think things are
going to work out here for us.

You know, as long as I can set
some visiting boundaries

with my mother.

Mm-hmm.

Life is one long negotiation.

(glasses clinking)

I would like to purchase
one cup, please.

That'll be $5, please.

Oh.

Thank you.

(lemonade sloshing)

Thank you.

♪

So, how's business?

Good.

Oh, wow.

Trish:
Good job.

Honey, this looks so good.

This is beautiful.

♪