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AMBITION Season 3 ♫ “Last Dance” [ 3.15 ]

CREATED BY Esther (waterstribe) & Maggie (quincywillows) || Official Page || AO3

FINALS – Senior prom sweeps the A class in excitement as they enjoy their last official week as students. College decisions are finalized. Riley accepts her future plans, and Farkle and Isadora get up to no good. Charlie tells his family something important.

75 Minutes (38K words) || No content warnings apply.

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The gentle piano opening welcomes us to the penultimate episode of the season, over black. Then, when the percussion hits and the music swells --

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Opening: The New World” as performed by Songs For A New World Original Off-Broadway Cast Recording || Performed by Zay Babineaux, Maya Hart, & Farkle Minkus

[ Lyrics specific to characters -- follow along here! ]

MAYA HART is center stage, a single spotlight illuminating her amidst the shadows. Her vocals are clear, conviction renewed, a siren calling the future towards Adams with very little time left to stall. A new world is coming, and it’s about time to meet it.

Time to fly, time to fly…

And we’re off, as the spotlight switches off and the orchestration picks up --

INT. AAA - DANCE STUDIO - DAY

ZAY BABINEAUX takes over the vocals next, standing at the center of his usual studio. He’s looking at his reflection, singing to himself rather than an audience at this moment. He keeps still, his movements contained… save for his left foot, the newly healed one, tapping impatiently to the beat.

The lyrics of the song, as they do throughout the number, seem to both reflect the past and the future -- what we’ve endured and transformed through in the past year, as well as what might be beckoning ahead.

And just when you’re on the verge of success, the sky starts to change And the wind starts to blow...

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

Then Zay is on the move as he launches into the chorus, dramatically marching his way through the halls he’s walked a thousand times. Like Maya, his vocals are in top form, he’s back in peak competitive shape…

Seemingly just in time for things to wind to a close. Behind him, the walls are starting to acquire graduation decor, and a large banner by the library reminds us to get our prom tickets before it’s too late. Zay marches past the camera, vocals overlapping…

INT. AAA - PRACTICE ROOM - DAY

With FARKLE MINKUS, who starts into the next verse. He’s in his equivalent of “his studio,” back at the piano in the rehearsal room he spent so many lonely hours in during junior year. He plays along with the music at first, throwing a little flourish in here and there, before he moves around to the other side of the instrument. On his mini-verse, it’s obvious what he’s singing about.

A new world calls for me to follow, A new world waits for my reply

If he meant what he said to Maya at the end of the senior trip, the new world is waiting in California, a mere... three-thousand miles away. It’s now a matter of whether he’ll meet the moment, leaving behind all of the familiar people, places, and things in the process. He rolls through the rest of the lines and makes his way to the door.

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

Where he freezes, almost as if he’s not able to cross the threshold. Not ready to leave it all behind. He belts out the last line from where he’s trapped in the doorway, leaning against the frame and tilting his head back.

Standing by, standing by!

INT. AAA - GIRLS DRESSING ROOM - DAY

And then we’re back with Maya, seemingly minutes before how we saw her in the opening. She’s finishing touching up her make-up in the mirror as she takes over for Farkle. She’s less confident here than she was on stage, something about her performance not quite right. She’s frustrated, messing up her make-up in small ways -- things that wouldn’t bother most people, but drive her perfectionist diva mind crazy.

And in that one moment The things that you’re sure of slip from your hand

Eventually she gives up, slamming the make-up on the counter and focusing on her reflection instead. She tries to rally herself, to be clear and stand tall like the lyrics suggest, but suddenly that’s easier said than done. For some reason, she’s now off her game in a way she’s never been before.

But at least it gives her an emotional boost. That saves her vocals, which escalate in power as she backs away from the counter and out of the room.

INT. AAA - DRESSING ROOM HALL - DAY

Maya leans into her own passionate delivery of the chorus as she spins through the dressing room hall, darkened in shadow. The only light, her salvation, glows from the stage -- and she follows it fervently, basically running by the time she pushes through the doors.

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Maya emerges from the dressing room wings at the same time that Farkle and Zay appear, coming from the opposite wings and the back curtains. They’re all dressed differently now, closer to how we saw Maya at the beginning -- semi-formal, in all black. In fact, the styling of their outfits is reminiscent of ensembles they’ve donned in major moments before: Maya, a black version of the dress she wore to visit Farkle in the hospital and during “Nothing Stops Another Day” in 208; Farkle, the button down and slacks of the outfit he wore to Valerie’s funeral and his “Being Alive” audition in 213 (sans the suit jacket and tie); and Zay, a button down and bomber jacket like what he wore on the theater date in Cruel Summer.

Together, it creates a cohesive aesthetic, though for the first part of the bridge it’s almost as if each of them are doing their own individual performance. They pass around lyrics while the camera rotates around them, capturing them from interesting angles in their line up.

Then, when the “earthquake hits,” it’s like they break out of isolation, breaking formation and acknowledging each other. They move more freely from then on, singing to one another, sharing the performance. Zay takes the belt when they transition from the verse to the chorus, Farkle and Maya echoing him as Maya comes to stand with her best friend and takes his arm. Then they come back together, spinning and standing back-to-back on “then you might be free…”

Farkle delivers a smashing couple of solo lines, and then it’s a powerful sprint to the end. As they barrel through, the lights start to rise around them, taking us out of theatrical total darkness and letting us get a better sense of what’s actually going on. The front and center section is populated as usual, the A class in attendance for class and watching the performance.

The divas are at full effect after four years of training, honing, and competing, only serving to make one another better when all is said and done. What’s most impressive about it is how this diva performance finally feels like a unified production -- they’re doing it together, rather than tearing each other apart.

They conclude in a line at center stage, the lights coming up fully as their classmates applaud. No one is getting too chummy, but Zay does exchange a brief low-five with Farkle and accepts a campy kiss on both cheeks from Maya. Must be had, after such a job well done!

HARPER BURGESS rises and comes to the base of the stage as she claps, beckoning them forward.

Harper: An excellent way to start us off, though I’d expect nothing different. In fact, when Maya came to me and said that she, Farkle, and Zay wanted to kick off finals week, I knew any resistance would be futile.

Maya: I’m glad you recognized that.

As Harper goes on to explain, while it’s not technically the last week of classes, this is the week that they’ll be doing final graded performances for the seniors. It’s hardly necessary, anyway, since most people have already figured out their post-graduation plans and no one is at serious risk of failing -- yes, even DAVE WILLIAMS. JEFF MONROE and NATE MARTINEZ give him proud pats on the shoulders.

Harper: Yes, well done, indeed. Well done to all of you. That’s part of what I want this week to be about -- honoring all the hard work you’ve done, and celebrating all the places you’ll be going next.

As such, when each of them give their final performances, she wants them to start or conclude by sharing with the class exactly that -- what they’ve figured out in terms of their future plans. It’s fine if all the details aren’t figured out quite yet, but whatever they want to say, she wants to share it together.

Harper: You won’t be an ensemble here in these walls for very much longer, but you will always be a company. You’ll have lived this experience together, something no one else but the people in this room can say -- and given just how much you all have managed to do in the last four years, that’s truer than ever.

Knowing laughter ripples through the class at that one. Yeah, no kidding…

Harper: But the best part about being a cohort is that you get to share in everything -- the highs as well as the lows. And with the bright futures I’m sure all of you are going to have, we’re definitely entering the era of highs. So, to start us off as they already so brilliantly did…

Harper gestures to the divas on the stage, turning the focus back to them. Maya flips her hair, going first.

Maya: I’ll be attending Tisch School of the Performing Arts at NYU, as has been the plan since birth. I doubt it’ll take long for me to leave a lasting impression.

Zay: Yeah, no doubt about that... [ off her side-eye ] Anyway. I’ll be attending Turner Academy, starting as a first year undeclared in their fast-track course towards transferring into the dance program.

All eyes turn to Farkle. This is the moment to follow through -- to see if he means it or not. He swallows, glancing towards the other two, and Maya gives him a subtle nod. He absorbs that and clears his throat, stepping forward and speaking confidently.

Farkle: I’ll be moving to California to attend the University of Southern California, participating in their acting program with a dual minor in music and the business of cinematic arts.

That sends a ripple through the class, as it’s news to basically everyone. They knew he had applied, of course, but the broad assumption was he’d stay in New York… no one is more caught off guard than ISADORA DE LA CRUZ, whose expression goes blank with surprise.

Farkle: I know it’s not what was expected from me, but it’s a change I’m excited to make. There’s some things I need to see through and… I’m looking forward to seeing just how much I can learn both professionally and personally. A new scenery might be the way to do just that.

He lets that settle for a moment, then releases an exhale. When he speaks again, that excitement is palpable in his voice.

Farkle: I’m ready to see what happens next.

Cue title sequence.

INT. AAA - ATRIUM - DAY

Once again, prom season is in full swing at Triple A! Students react to promposals and eagerly discuss plans for the last couple weeks of classes as we weave our way through the halls, enjoying our final days at Adams and soaking up as much of it as we can get.

Riley, pre-lap: And you’re sure you’re okay with it?

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

Zay closes his locker door, revealing RILEY MATTHEWS waiting on the other side. They start walking as he responds, slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

Zay: Riley, for the thousandth time, I don’t care.

Riley: You’re sure. You’re sure it’s okay.

Zay: I’m not his keeper, and I’m not your keeper. If you want to invite him, do whatever. It doesn’t bother me.

Riley: And you’re not just saying that. You’re not saying it doesn’t bother you when in actuality --

Zay: Riley, we’re fine. Things are fine between us. I couldn’t care less if you bring him along to prom.

Riley: Well, you can’t blame me for triple-checking. The Zay of six months ago would’ve had a very different reaction.

Zay: Times change.

Ain’t that the truth. Riley lets the subject drop, accepting the permission and running with it. She commends him on his stellar performance instead, especially for putting down the diva dramatics to actually collaborate with Maya and Farkle. And it’s great that he finally has a sense of a plan with Turner… provided he’s feeling okay about that, too.

Zay: I am. Why wouldn’t I be?

Riley: I don’t know, a lot of reasons. College in general is intimidating, for starters.

Zay: Honestly, when you’ve endured as much bullshit from the universe as I have, very little remains intimidating.

Riley: But also it’s kind of a tall order going in, you know? Another year of fierce competition. I know this year was challenging enough.

Zay: This year was challenging because I was balancing on one leg. Literally. And trust me, I learned my lesson from that experience. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I did this year. And the fact of the matter is, it would’ve been fierce competition no matter what. It’s not like the Turner Academy dance students are resting on their laurels.

Riley: That’s true.

Zay: And once we graduate, that’s going to be the rest of our lives in the arts. I don’t think the competition ever truly stops.

Riley: And what a fulfilling life it is…

It’s no secret that competition isn’t exactly Riley’s speed… so maybe it’s not the worst thing that she was waitlisted from Tisch. Zay asks if there’s still nothing from NYU, which she confirms, but she’s done holding out hope at this point. No, she’s shifting her focus to Barnard and a life of undeclared freshman bliss.

INT. AAA - CAFETERIA - DAY

The two of them push through the doors into the busy lunch hour.

Zay: And you’re cool with that? Going to Barnard.

Riley: I mean, Barnard was my top choice long before Tisch. Tisch was like… this reach in my head, so I don’t think I ever really considered it a possibility. I was more so applying because it seemed like the thing to do, since everyone else was applying.

Zay: Okay. And are you saying that because it’s true, or because it’s a way to rationalize how you feel about not getting in?

Riley gives him a look, narrowing her eyes. Don’t push it. He raises his hands in surrender.

Riley: Besides, either way, the most important fact would be the same regardless of which one I chose.

Zay: Which is?

Riley: I get to stay in New York City with my beautiful, dearest best friend Isaiah Kaleb Babineaux.

She links her arm through his, continuing to lead the way further into the cafeteria. They pass by the table where Farkle and Maya are seated, a dated baby pink laptop open in front of the latter. She’s hard at work, Farkle commenting that he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her work so diligently on something that wasn’t related to a performance.

That’s because prom is upon them, and the whole thing is resting on Maya’s shoulders. A responsibility she doesn’t take lightly, since if it’s a flop then it’s going to reflect poorly on her. As Vice President, it’s her solemn duty to get the thing pulled off without a hitch. And for the most part, everything seems to be going smoothly, save for a few last-minute details she’s still ironing out.

Maya: You’ve heard the theme, right?

Farkle: Most people have, Maya. It’s on posters all over the school.

Maya: [ with a flourish ] “Fresh Bloom.” Title credit to me.

Farkle: Naturally.

Maya: Though I can’t take much credit beyond that -- aside from, you know, getting this shebang off the ground and remotely fabulous. The whole springtime nature vibe was actually Beamon’s pitch, and then Lucas paid attention for three seconds to speak in favor of the idea, either because he’s a weirdo who’s obsessed with the wilderness or because he wanted a techie idea to get picked for the sick satisfaction of knowing it would bug me just a little bit.

Farkle: And does it?

Maya: [ yes, a lot ] A little bit. And of course then Garcia piped up to voice his support for like two minutes, expanding on the merits of such an idea -- “it’s a metaphor for growth and how we’re all blossoming into our futures,” blah blah blah -- but he really just did it so he also could rub it in my face that a techie idea, especially his best friend’s, was gaining public favor. [ a beat ] Anyway, I wanted to do Glitzy Masquerade, but I was overruled.

Farkle: Might be nice to see each other’s faces on one of our last nights together as a class. And it’s not like there’s that many of us. I think we’d be able to figure out who is who even with face coverings.

Maya: Masks are in right now. But it’s fine, you can join the rest of the naysayers in boring floral wonderland. It will be spectacular regardless, and you all will have me to thank for it. You’re welcome.

Farkle smiles, shaking his head in amusement. Maya changes tracks, pausing from her prom committee work long enough to suggest that she and Farkle go as a duo. Nothing romantic, obviously, but they are the most phenomenal pair at Adams. Now that he’s moved on from his plaintive pining after Isadora, it seems like the clear arrangement.

Farkle: You don’t think we should loop Isadora in?

Maya: I assumed she would be going with the techies, since she missed out last year. Either that or she’ll be going with Chai, depending on what the hell is going on with them. Besides, do you really want to risk walking back the strong steps forward you’ve made in regards to moving on?

Farkle: No, I don’t.

Maya: Precisely. Like I said, most ideal arrangement for all parties. And I’ve already moodboarded our looks, so I’ll text you all the details and links.

Farkle: Oh, so that’s why you want to go with me. So I’ll pay for your dress.

Maya: Farkle, don’t be presumptuous. My mother, the most talented seamstress in Manhattan, will be tailoring my dress. [ a beat ] But you will be footing the bill for my make-up and shoes. And I figure the spa day we’ll have beforehand will be on your tab.

There it is. Before Farkle can comment they’re interrupted by Isadora coming to join them, sliding into the seat next to him and across from Maya. They exchange quick greetings and a comment or two on Maya’s relentless but selective work ethic, then Isadora turns her attention to Farkle.

Isadora: So. You decided about USC.

Farkle: Um, yeah. Officially accepted this weekend.

Isadora: Wow. That’s… great. Really great. Congratulations.

Farkle: Thanks. I know I should’ve given you a heads up, especially since last we talked about it you were kind of --

Isadora: No. No, no, it’s… no it’s great. Don’t even… [ with an awkward laugh ] Don’t even think about it. It’s a non-issue.

Suffice to say, her delivery is not the most convincing. In fact, she might correct herself and say more about it now, before the moment passes, but DYLAN ORLANDO disrupts when he slides over and arrives at the end of their table. Maya jumps, startled by his presence.

Maya: God damn it, Orlando. You need a fucking caution sign. Or a little cow bell. [ typing loudly on her computer ] Or like, ominous theme music to start playing any time you and your beau get too close.

Dylan: That would be sick as fuck. “Dasher’s Theme.” I’m gonna get my people on that.

Maya: Ugh.

Anyway, Dylan didn’t come over to torment Maya. He leans over and pulls Farkle into conversation, telling him that he needs his help with something. Farkle is understandably hesitant, given that he’s rarely Dylan’s go-to person for… well, anything, but Dylan seems confident in his request. So Farkle agrees, giving Isadora an amicable shrug as he gets to his feet. He tells the girls he’ll catch them later, following Dylan out.

Isadora swallows her emotion and changes the subject, engaging Maya on a very important topic: their future living situation. The current plan is now that they’re both confirmed for Tisch, they’ll be sharing an apartment together come fall since Valerie’s inheritance certainly gives Isadora the money. Riley, too, if she decides she doesn’t want to stay in the dorms at Barnard. Isadora pulls out her phone and passes it to Maya, open on a listing she’s thinking about applying for.

Maya: Oh my God, Izzy, this is gorgeous. I’m obsessed.

Isadora: Don’t get too attached yet since I haven’t put any money down, but it looks pretty good, yeah.

As she points out, Eric agreed it’ll be good for her to branch out and try living on her own after house-hopping so many times in so few years. And if it’s with one or two of her best friends, then even better.

Isadora: I’m really glad we’re doing this. It would be weird without you there.

Maya: I’m touched my specific brand of evil has endeared you so. But I’m excited too. We’re gonna take NYC, Izzy my friend. One boss bitch move at a time.

Isadora is definitely counting on it. If everyone else is floating into the stratosphere, at least she has one friend who she knows is committed to their city.

A few tables over, JADE BEAMON is sharing the prom committee progress with Zay, YINDRA AMINO, and NIGEL CHEY. She finishes giving the debrief before excusing herself, claiming she has to go consult with Asher about some prom-related ensembles. She gives Nigel a kiss on the cheek, which he happily accepts.

Once she’s gone, Yindra and Zay pointedly ask Nigel if he’s given any thought to prom. You know… like, is he actually going to ask his girlfriend to the dance this year rather than chicken out. Nigel resents the implication.

Nigel: I don’t feel I need to dignify your queries with a response, but I will because I’m a generous person. Yes, I have plans this year as to how to go about the careful etiquette of a public promposal.

Yindra: Thank God. Last year was just embarrassing.

Zay: Good thing Jade has a spine.

Nigel: That was junior year Nigel. I’m almost-graduate Nigel now. I’ve grown. I’ve changed. I’m a stronger man than I was twelve months ago.

Hear, hear, Nige! When they ask for further details, he refuses to give them, which makes them think he’s either being unreasonable and secretive just for the hell of it, or that he isn’t nearly as prepared as he claims he is. But he won’t tell them, so they’ll just have to wait and see.

As for their plans, Yindra proposes that so long as Zay doesn’t have any other big ideas, the two of them should go together. Not that she has any problem going solo, but she already went stag last year, and it’s more fun to coordinate with a friend. Zay has no objections, so the two of them shake on it which turns into a mini-secret handshake.

Yindra: Prom court here we come. Hard not to win when you’re this hot.

Zay: Having already won king once, I have to concur.

Nigel: If they’re giving out crowns for cockiness, yeah, you’ll definitely win.

INT. AAA - ERIC’S OFFICE - DAY

ERIC MATTHEWS is putting the final touches on his principal application, literally going right up to the deadline before submitting. JACK HUNTER is leaning over the back of his chair to rally him, encouraging him with increasing intensity to hit submit. He finally does, releasing a sigh of relief and a small whoop as Jack proudly pats his shoulders and shakes him lightly.

Jack makes his way back around to the other side of the desk, energized off the submission. He claims it really was a strong showing, and Eric put together quite possibly a perfect application.

Eric: With help from the expert.

Jack: Competent, comprehensive. Thorough without being flashy -- an important trait in a future principal. Not to mention the wide range of circumstances you touched on dealing with as counselor at this school gives you a serious leg up in terms of experience. There’s no doubt you know this place inside and out.

Eric smiles shyly, touched by Jack’s high praise. It wasn’t that long ago that exchanging praise felt like a form of torture for the two educators…

But times change. In any case, Eric reminds Jack that his application hardly matters, since there’s no question as to who will be getting the position. He knows it, there’s no way they’re not going to give Jack his position back. With Yancy out of the building and things mostly back to normal, that feels clearer than ever.

Yes, maybe it would seem so obvious… if Jack had actually submitted his application. He hesitates as Eric speaks, contemplating whether to say something.

Eric: But anyway, I’m glad you encouraged me to try. It felt… good, putting myself out there again. It’s like, you get so comfortable with the way things are it becomes too easy to forget there’s so many avenues for your life to change and to find new opportunities. You know what I mean?

Oh, Jack knows what you mean very well, Eric. Off his loaded, bittersweet smile --

INT. AAA - DRESSING ROOM HALL - DAY

The A class is transitioning to performance lab from lunch when CHAI FRESCO enters from the hall. She spots Isadora and jogs to catch up to her, gently tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention. For a moment, the two of them stand awkwardly against the flow of traffic, not sure what to say.

Chai: You have a minute?

After a moment, Isadora nods.

INT. AAA - GIRLS DRESSING ROOM - DAY

The two regroup in the dressing room for a little privacy, Chai starting a discussion about the final assignment to break the ice. But Isadora thinks she knows where things are going, preemptively cutting in.

Isadora: Look, if this is about prom --

Chai: Oh. Yeah, well --

Isadora: I don’t think it’s a good idea. For us. Just because we’re still figuring shit out, and that would just force us to fit some expectations or mold again when we’re not even sure whether we --

Chai: Isa, I wasn’t going to ask you to prom.

Oh. Well then. Isadora clears her throat, awkwardly apologizing for assuming. Chai waves off the apology.

Chai: It’s all good. I agree with what you said. Not that like -- it’s not that I wouldn’t like to go with you. To be candid, I had a very different image in my head of what this would be like for us a couple months ago.

Isadora: No, yeah… I get that. Same here.

Chai: And you know, given that it’s the only Adams prom I’m ever going to get, I think it’ll be nice to spend it with my girls. Well, my platonic girls. Just makes the whole thing… less stressful. Less of a to-do.

Isadora: Yeah. Absolutely.

Chai: But that’s actually why I wanted to talk. Regardless of whether we stay girlfriends, I don’t want us to just… stop interacting and avoid each other until we make a decision. You’re my friend, and I’d like it to stay that way if possible.

This seems to be a huge relief to Isadora. She nods eagerly, completely on the same page.

Chai: So I was thinking we could like, still do something together. Not go to the event as a pair, but find some way to still hang out around it. I figured you already had plans of some kind beforehand…

Isadora: Techies have a thing, yeah. But there’s flexibility around the timing of that.

Chai: Great. So what about like… getting ready together. You know? Easy, fun, and then we can both go off and do our separate things until we run into each other at prom.

Isadora: Well, you are the best make-up artist money can’t buy, so...

Yeah. Sounds like a plan. The girls smile, back closer to their usual rapport and grateful for it. But it can’t last forever… Chai grows a little more serious, requesting that in terms of the uncertain status of their relationship, they try to agree on a time to have it figured out. She’s willing to be patient, but she doesn’t want to wait forever -- and the longer they go with no clarity, honestly, the more she feels like the answer is already clear.

Isadora: No, it -- it isn’t. I swear, I’m not just like putting it off. I’m trying to think about it, I’ve just got a lot that I’m trying to work through right now. And with college decisions finalizing --

Chai: It’s okay, Isa. Like I said, I totally get that. I’m trying, too. I just want some sense of a timeline so it doesn’t feel like waiting for pigs to fly.

Isadora can understand that. The two of them decide that by graduation, they will figure out what their next steps will be. It might be nerve-wracking, but better to know than continue to string each other along without closure.

INT. CHUBBIES - DAY

Riley is at the usual booth opposite CHARLIE GARDNER, the former catching him up on all the prom-related news in build up to pitch to him her idea of him tagging along with them to the dance. Charlie listens respectfully, but honestly, it kind of looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

Charlie: Riley, I know this fact has been hard for you to accept, but… I don’t go to Adams anymore.

Riley: Oh, shut up. People invite people from other schools as their dates all the time. And you already showed up on our senior trip, which was a much more involved endeavor, so I’m not sure who you think cares at this point.

Charlie: That wasn’t exactly my plan -- and now we’re using the term “date?” Don’t you think your actual date might care about such a liberal use of the word?

Riley rolls her eyes. She flags LUCAS JAMES FRIAR down as he passes by them during his shift.

Riley: Lucas. Would you be terribly offended if Charlie joined us for prom?

Lucas glances between them, expression unmoved and his usual level of apathetic. He looks to Charlie one more time, then tilts his head at Riley.

Lucas: If he goes with you, do I still have to go?

Riley: Yes.

Lucas: … tartar sauce.

That’s all he has to say about that. Riley doesn’t seem offended, though, both she and Charlie laughing as Lucas retreats back behind the counter. Clearly, he’s the last person who is going to throw a fit over anything prom related.

Still, as compelling an invitation as the two of them make, Charlie has to decline. Not because he doesn’t want to go, but because he actually has conflicting plans.

Charlie: My family has this tradition that after each high school graduation, we take a few days to go camping upstate.

Riley: Oh, wow. Industrious.

Charlie: Sure sounds like it, doesn’t it? But don’t be fooled -- when I say camping, I mean we drive a few hours to a clean and very cushy resort lodge.

Riley: Ah. “Camping.”

Charlie: Yes, the great outdoors indeed. But it’s still fun. And we do spend the last day we’re there on a dedicated hike, which we’re then rewarded for with a big, fancy dinner at the lodge restaurant.

Riley: Toast to the graduate?

Charlie: Exactly. And considering the graduate in this case is me, I don’t think I can flake out. [ with a shrug ] It’s good, though. I’m looking forward to it. I like upstate, all the outdoors stuff, and I like that we have the tradition. I know my family can be… weird, about “family,” but it’s definitely not all bad.

Riley smiles, nodding. But unfortunately, as per the reason he even brought it up, he won’t be back from the resort until prom night. And by the hour they get back and he’d be able to change, it would hardly be worth all the effort.

Charlie: And anyway, I’ve already got plans after. Since Bridgette can’t… you know, go, we’re planning to spend the weekend together. Find a new way to celebrate. I’m basically going straight from the trip to Tribeca, once I swap out my stuff.

Riley: Aw, that’s great. And your parents are cool with that?

Charlie: Oh, no. They have no idea that’s where I’m going. I told them I’m spending time with Haley and Clarissa to “debrief” after prom weekend. I think my mom agreed because she thinks I’ll probably have to do some evangelizing after a Traditional American Prom, and because as much as she’s holding out hope that you and I are going to ride off into the sunset together, she’s decided Haley or Clarissa is her next best bet.

Riley cracks up, then commends his savvy story weaving. It’s nice to see him use it for something other than concealing a whole piece of his identity. Long story short, as nice as her thought to invite him along is, Charlie Gardner is just about booked up for prom night.

Isadora heads into the diner, spotting Farkle seated at a table and coming to join him. Now that she actually has a moment, she takes the time to concretely engage him in further conversation about USC. Big decision, and everything. He admits that he really only figured it out while they were abroad, but with time running out, he’s glad he finally landed on something that feels so right.

Hm… lovely... Isadora isn’t sure what to say, because it’s hard to act happy for someone when you don’t actually want them to go. So she changes the subject instead. She follows that thread of time running out, the two of them commiserating on all the things that are rapidly approaching in the next couple weeks. Prom, senior week, graduation… in the midst of this, they mention the tradition of a senior prank, only to realize neither of them can remember if there even was one this year. Surely, if someone pulled one off, they would’ve remembered.

Farkle: Wouldn’t be a very good prank if not.

Isadora has an idea of how to confirm, gesturing for Farkle to follow her. They approach the techie table where Nate, Dave, Jeff, and NICK YOGI are avidly discussing an idea, but they grow quiet and secretive when the two approach. Sorry, Isadora, can’t divulge anything about this endeavor. Don’t want to blow the exciting premiere!

Isadora: Yeah, I don’t care. I had a question. Did you all pull a senior prank this year?

Farkle: Did anybody?

Nate: Unfortunately, no. I had plans, believe me, big plans… but I couldn’t follow through.

Isadora: Why not?

Nate mumbles something incoherent, coughing to cover it up. Isadora frowns, asking him to repeat himself. He does, again, but it’s still inaudible.

Jeff: What’s that, Nate?

Nate: My mom said no, okay! She caught wind of my schemes and she shut the show down. She was all concerned about my college prospects, and being first one in my family to be a college man, and “don’t you care about your abuelo’s legacy, Nathaniel?” So no pranks.

Yogi: Aw. Such a good little momma’s boy.

Yeah, nice as that respect for his mother is, Nate is never going to live this down. He snaps at the others as they playfully pick on him, but Isadora is already moving past it, pulling Farkle to the side.

Isadora: You realize what this means, don’t you?

Farkle: Nate’s going to be a first generation college student? Nice for him, really.

Isadora: No. I mean, yes, but not what I meant. If they’re not taking care of it, then that means no senior prank. We’re going to be the only Adams senior A class in recent memory who didn’t have a prank.

Gasp… such a grave wrong that must be righted! Well, they decide if no one else will do it… it must be their solemn, sacred duty to do it themselves.

Farkle: You ever pranked somebody before? Successfully?

Isadora: Aside from that time I did the mockumentary in sophomore year and convinced you I killed Zay? No. But it’s okay, I’ve read books.

Farkle: Oh, great. Me too.

Isadora: We can figure it out. We’re the geniuses of the A class. And when all is said and done, they’re gonna thank us. We’re saving our legacy, here.

And how! Farkle and Isadora shake on it, agreeing to enter into mischief partnership together. And if it eats them alive in the heroic process, well, so be it.

INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - DAY

Eric gets up to answer the door, greeting a very pregnant ANGELA MOORE and helping guide her into the apartment. The two old friends are catching up over dinner, but Angela warns him that with how late this damn baby is now pushing on one week past the expected due date, she can barely focus on anything else.

Eric: Ready to be a mother?

Angela: I am ready to no longer carry what feels like a boulder in my abdomen. For the love of God, at this point, I want them to go in there with tongs and just yank it out.

Eric laughs, the two of them settling on the couch where she’ll be more comfortable. They discuss how Adams is doing, from the students to the faculty and the impending end of term, but naturally intrigue shifts to the principal position. She’s planning to pick Jack’s brain when she and Shawn have dinner with him later this week, but rumor has it Eric also made a bid of his own.

Eric: I know, I know. Almost a joke to hear it, isn’t it?

Angela: Actually, I was thinking the opposite. It didn’t surprise me at all when Shawn told me -- though he was stressed about it.

Eric: Really? I didn’t realize he cared that much about what I did.

Angela: I think the idea of anyone other than his half-brother having the position that holds the power to rescind the job he got out of sympathy and nepotism has him nervous, especially since he’s somehow grown fond of the place. Imagine that. Also, there’s the fact that he’s about to be a father, and that’s got him max frazzled anyway.

Eric: True. I can only imagine.

Angela: But you applying made complete sense to me. I think you’d make an amazing principal.

Eric: … you do? You’re not just saying that because we’re friends.

Angela: Obviously, I don’t knock any of the brilliance Jack has brought to the role in the last decade. He is what Triple A needed, at least in the realm of serious alignment and structure. But you’d be able to handle it just fine, too. Especially at a school like Adams, with the arts focus, and with your counseling background. In fact, on top of the time you’ve spent learning the organizational approaches from Jack, I’d say you’re a damn near perfect match.

Wow. High praise. Eric clears his throat, bashful, and thanks her for the compliments. It really was just for practice, but it does feel good to hear that everyone seems to think he could do it if he tried. Nothing’s going to come of it, but it’s still appreciated.

Angela isn’t convinced. She tells him he should start brushing off his interview skills anyway -- he’ll probably need a refresher, since it’s been so long since he last went for a new position.

Their conversation is interrupted when Isadora and Farkle return to the apartment, giggly and excitedly conspiring together in hushed tones. They’ve got loads of shopping bags with them bearing who knows what, and they immediately tense up and go quiet when they realize Eric is home and waiting in the living room.

After an awkward greeting and Isadora quickly -- and preemptively -- rushing to claim they’re not up to anything, Angela breaks the ice by saying hi and getting Farkle’s attention. He relaxes when he realizes she’s there, putting down his share of the bags to exchange a hug with his former mentor after insisting she not get up to meet him.

Angela: I heard about USC. Los Angeles bound?

Farkle: That’s the plan, yes.

Angela: How excited are you?! And it’s such a terrific program. They’ll be so lucky to have you. Remind me before you go to give you a list of my favorite LA haunts -- provided they’re even still there, obviously, since it’s been a thousand years since I was roaming the streets.

Isadora listens to their conversation, not pleased when the subject of Farkle’s departure comes up again. She finds a way to interject, lightly nudging Farkle and reminding him that they have a project to work on. You know… the bags? She holds one up indicatively.

Farkle nods, politely excusing himself but assuring Angela he’d really love any tips she might have for the move. She tells him they might be able to do a coffee or lunch or something before he goes -- all depends on what his plans are and how the baby is doing. Isadora finally manages to pull Farkle away and back down the hall towards her room.

Angela: They up to something?

Eric: Always are.

Angela: Any idea what it is?

Eric: Couldn’t begin to guess.

Angela: Atta Pops.

Antics aside, Eric definitely clocked Isadora’s odd impatience. So clearly related to Farkle… yet another thing it seems like Isadora might be doomed to avoid until there’s no turning back, out of sheer obliviousness. Eric glances back towards her room as Angela carries on, expression thoughtful.

The opening piano chords ring --

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Grow Young” as performed by Brynn Cartelli || Performed by Riley Matthews

Understated just like its performer, Riley’s rendition of this heartfelt tune reflects on the bittersweet nature of change. All of their futures are right in front of them, they’re about to graduate and head into the real world, to become actual adults in just a couple years time… but they’re mourning something at the same time. A loss of childhood, a goodbye to the simplicity of these four walls and this shared space and the ease of access to each other they’ve had for years.

And there’s no one better suited to walk that emotional tightrope than Riley. Her performance is emotive but genuine, vocals stronger than ever and showing off the growth she’s had as a performer in her time at Adams. She’s inherited some of the stage presence of her flashier friends and refined her belt, but her delivery remains strategically reigned in and effective because of it. It’s just her and a piano, using music as a medium to say what regular words can’t capture.

It definitely lands with her audience. The A class reacts as we cut to them in the front and center section, generally impressed with the blossoming of their wallflower peacemaker classmate. Yindra seems moved while Jade leans over to whisper something complimentary about it to Nigel. Zay nods along, light smile full of pride; Maya nods in satisfaction when Riley pulls off one of the more challenging notes. Dylan beams with his arm draped casually around ASHER GARCIA, who subtly dabs away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

And then there’s Lucas, hard to read but attentive as he always is when she’s performing. Looking at her the same way he always has, since he really first heard her authentically perform with “Rose’s Turn.” He’s got the ghost of a smile on his lips.

When she finishes, the class bursts into applause, which she laughs shyly at before getting to her feet. Harper gestures her to the front and asks the same of her as she did the divas -- what’s next? Riley clasps her hands together, twisting her fingers.

Riley: I haven’t heard anything more from NYU, but I’ve decided that I’m done waiting for someone else to decide my future. I’ll be attending Barnard College in the city and going in undeclared, hopefully knocking out some general education credits and exploring as much as I possibly can until I figure out what I want my future to be. I love performing, and that will always be a part of my life… but maybe it’s not meant to be the focus of it. I’m looking forward to figuring out what is.

As inspiring as her message is, it’s clear not everyone fully agrees with her assessment. In fact, to some of her peers, her not pursuing performing seems like a damn shame. But they’re happy for her regardless, bolstering her enough to push past her hesitation and offer a bright smile as they applaud once again.

Zay, pre-lap: I just don’t get it. How any of this stuff works.

INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY

Zay is pacing the black box, too energized after months of lethargy to sit still too long these days. He’s having lunch with Harper to discuss his post-graduate plans more in depth, given the mentorship dynamic they’ve built in the last couple years, but at the moment the subject isn’t him. Harper listens as he moves back and forth, food relatively untouched.

Zay: Like me, okay yeah, I get it. It’s obvious why I wasn’t accepted. Because I didn’t follow the instructions. Okay. Great. Axe me.

Harper: As I recall you certainly didn’t have that attitude about a month ago. But I’m very happy to hear you’ve come around and are in a better place about it all.

Zay: But Riley doesn’t make sense. She’s good. She’s one of the best in our class, you know, when she actually applies herself and shows it off. Which I’m sure she did when she auditioned -- I know my best friend, and she’s not stupid. She wouldn’t blow an opportunity like that by being demure.

Harper: Most likely not, no.

Zay: And yet, waitlisted. She got waitlisted, and now she’s talking about giving up performing and “exploring” or whatever the fuck -- I mean, sorry, whatever the heck -- as if she’s not meant to be a creative.

Harper: I don’t think that’s exactly what she said, but…

Zay: I just don’t get it. How is it that the Mayas of the world get in, the Isadoras of the world get in, the Farkles always end up sticking the landing when they shoot for the stars -- but the Rileys get put on the waitlist?

Zay sighs, collapsing back into the desk they’ve turned to face Harper’s. He shrugs, slouching.

Zay: How are you supposed to convince the people who have all the talent in the universe that they’re top of the line when it’s like the world is constantly telling them the opposite?

Harper mirrors his shrug, sympathetic to the plight.

Harper: You keep telling them.

Zay: Trust me, I’m working on it.

Harper: Otherwise, and I know it will kill you to hear this, there’s not much you can do.

Zay: Boo.

Harper: With things like this, you can’t force it. We all have to find self-worth for ourselves. You were lucky, you found your sense of self early and confidence came with that. Most people don’t. I think Riley’s smart to take some time to explore, let alone to be excited about it. Sometimes, people just need some time to get lost on their own accord and try a million different things. And then somehow, in the meantime, they find themselves.

Zay absorbs that, still not quite getting it. Definitely not his mode of operation, to say the least. Harper lets him think on it for a while and changes tracks, putting the focus back on him as they dig into what the expectations of the special Turner course will be like.

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

Riley is heading towards the doors to the auditorium when she’s suddenly accosted, Lucas swiftly approaching and taking her arms. She jumps, then realizes it’s him, relaxing at his touch.

Riley: Hey, I was just coming to see you -- [ noticing his expression ] is everything okay?

Based on how tense he looks, maybe not. It’s almost like he can’t speak, struggling to get his brain to work. Finally, he manages something, voice uncharacteristically shaky.

Lucas: Davis.

He doesn’t have to say anything else. Riley’s eyes widen and her demeanor shifts instantly to match his, both of them on edge and bristling with nerves. Riley takes his hand and then Lucas leads the way, the two of them rushing down the hall.

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Riley and Lucas have regrouped in Jack’s office, now with Dylan and Asher in tow. Jack is seated at his desk and Lucas is in his usual chair, the other three hovering behind him. The room feels downright suffocating with all the compiled tension they’re carrying.

On the desk, Jack’s laptop sits open on a webpage -- Lucas’s email. There’s one unread waiting at the top of the inbox, bold and bright against the rest.

From UC Davis Admissions. Your Scholarship Status.

You could hear a pin drop. It’s like everyone is holding their breath. Riley and Asher are watching Jack, who’s watching Lucas, who is staring blankly at the computer but not making any moves to actually do anything.

It’s Dylan who finally breaks the silence.

Dylan: I hate to be a nudge, but I just want to check -- we do know that we won’t know unless we… open it, right?

Riley elbows him lightly, but he’s not wrong. All of them know it, including Lucas, who wants to learn the outcome of all his hard work equally as much as he’s terrified of the results. He lifts his gaze to lock eyes with Jack, who doesn’t push either way. Instead, he opts for a simple reassurance.

Jack: No matter what happens, you made it this far. That’s already something. [ raising an eyebrow ] Think this time last year, we would’ve believed it?

Somehow, that’s exactly what Lucas needed to hear. The reminder that he’s come a long, long way in the last four years, hell, even just the last year. The fact that they’re sitting here agonizing over this email felt like a forgone impossibility to the boy who used to occupy this chair in the past three years… and now, he’s here. Sitting in that chair on the precipice of the rest of his life, an actual support system there to share it with him whether it’s good or bad.

He made it this far. Lucas nods, pauses, and pulls the computer towards him. Asher gestures to Dylan and Riley and they nod, averting their gaze to give Lucas the chance to read it for himself first. Dylan starts to take a peek but then fights the urge, spinning around entirely.

And read Lucas does. It only takes a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. And even when he’s done, he’s so thoroughly shocked that he can’t react. He just stares at the screen, frozen, keeping everyone else on the knife’s edge.

It takes Riley to snap him out of it. She can’t wait any longer, gently touching his shoulder and getting him to look at her.

Riley: Well?

A few more seconds to find the power of speech. Then Lucas speaks, voice cracking.

Lucas: I got the scholarship.

A shockwave of adrenaline washes over them. All of them react, first in shock like he did, needing the time for the words to sink in. He got it? He’s sure? Don’t kid with them, Lucas, don’t be playing some kind of joke --

But Lucas isn’t kidding. It starts to hit him too, an uncontrollable smile spreading on his face.

Lucas: I got it. I got the scholarship.

Riley: You’re going to Davis.

Lucas: I’m going to Davis.

Dylan/Asher: YOU’RE GOING TO DAVIS!

It’s surreal, but in an instant joy floods the room. Lucas jumps up and eagerly accepts Riley’s embrace, spinning her slightly. When she lands back on her feet she has just enough time to give him a couple kisses on the cheek before Dylan and Asher bombard their hug, turning the moment into a Lucas sandwich. They’re all repeating the truth of it over and over, smiles impossibly bright.

He did it! He got in! He’s going to UC Davis!

Jack watches their jubilee in amusement, glee of his own and immense pride written all over his face. The energetic wind up of an impending performance floats over their celebration, almost the perfect mood for the moment.

I’m ready!

INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “I’m Ready” as performed by AJR || Performed by Nate Martinez, Jeff Monroe, Dave Williams, & Nick Yogi

[ Lyrics specific to characters -- follow along here! ]

Our techie boys keep the momentum going with their final assignment. It’s fun that they’re opting to go for a performance, recruiting Yogi to replace Dylan and channeling the boyband vibe they discovered in the UK with a more modern twist. They’ve got their aesthetic upgraded for today, style more street than skater and colorfully nostalgic. Dave dons a patterned snapback, though it’s far from a signal of impending danger when he wears it.

The best part of the performance is how damningly fun it is. These guys aren’t looking to impress anybody, more concerned with roping their classmates into the groove and earning some laughs -- which they more than accomplish. The A class dances, claps, and plays along throughout, making for some cute interactions and reaction shots. On Jeff’s solo in the second verse, he sings directly to Yindra, playfully flirting and playing on her fictionalized lesbian crush on him. She’s more than happy to play along, fanning herself once he walks back to join the boys for the chorus.

They deliver the harmonized, charming vocals surprisingly well -- save for Dave, who spares us the ear-bleed and sticks to handling the “I’m ready” repetitions and playing his guitar when they’re not doing their Jeff-choreographed boyband synchronized dance moves. The main one of which being whenever they hit the chorus, they get into a line like a dance train and groove their way backwards on the beat, Dave at one end and Nate twerking on the other. Halfway through the chorus, they spin and take it back, repeating it in the other direction.

Once they wrap it up to resounding applause and with some theatrical bows, Harper cues them to give their spiel. Nate clears his throat loudly.

Nate: I’ll be going to Baruch College to study business and music, with a minor in marketing. And then I’ll be going to Harvard Business in four years.

Maya: And they say I’m delusional.

Nate: So when all you creative bitches realize five years into your struggling artist life when your career is on life support that you need professional help, just call me up and I’ll be the one to do a little NPR -- Nate Public Relations.

Nigel: [ to Jade; quietly ] What are the odds he’s never heard of National Public Radio?

Jade: Very large.

Jeff: I’ll be attending Emerson College to major in their Theatre Design & Technology program. This should surprise no one. But the new update is that I’m also now considering doing a minor in dance.

Ooh, let’s go, Jeffy! This earns some fanfare, Zay especially visible in his approval. Yindra applauds eagerly.

Yindra: So good, so good. That’s my straight husband.

Yogi: As you all already know thanks to the very public and uncharacteristically dramatic fight between me and my best friend --

Dave: Sorry.

Yogi: It’s okay, bud -- I’m going to Northwestern to study broadcast journalism. But I’ll still be doing my film production in the meantime too.

The room grows quiet, all eyes turning to Dave. When he doesn’t offer anything, Harper gently encourages him to go on.

Dave: I can’t.

Harper: Can’t… what?

Dave: Share. Things are still up in the air, but I’ve been advised by the powers that be not to disclose any further details than is necessary.

Okay… the A class exchange bewildered looks, though at this point they should be used to it. It’s Dave. Maya crosses her eyes.

Dave: But what I can share is that this summer, I will be going to camp to get my rodeo clown license. So I’m really excited about that.

Harper: Thank you, Dave. Always a pleasure.

INT. AAA - DRESSING ROOM HALL - DAY

HALEY FISHER and CLARISSA CRUZ are standing in the dressing room hall, catching the attention of Zay when he enters. He approaches cautiously, clocking their bemused expressions and looks of concentration.

Zay: What’s up with y’all?

Haley: [ nodding towards the dressing rooms ] Notice something… odd?

Zay follows their gaze, examining the rooms. At first he doesn’t get it… then he frowns with confusion that matches theirs.

Someone has swapped the signs for boys and girls. As if any of them… wouldn’t know which is which after four years. Even the freshmen at this point know. But even so, the signs have been swapped.

Clarissa: What even is the point…

Zay: I think I’ve got an idea.

Zay nods towards the doors to the auditorium -- where Farkle and Isadora are glimpsed just for a second, peering through the windows before they duck out of view. Even from here, they can hear their snickering. Zay rolls his eyes.

Zay, theatrically: Wow. I can’t believe how pranked we’ve been here! I can’t imagine what menace must’ve pulled this off.

Clarissa: Oh, totally. This really showed what the seniors are all about.

Haley: Really got us! Ha ha ha.

Zay shakes his head, moving past them and heading into the dressing room now labeled “girls.” Hee hee hee!

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Farkle and Isadora escalate from snickers to full-on laughter, giddy with the success of a prank pulled off. What a rush! They high-five.

Farkle: Take that, no-senior-prank curse.

Isadora: Take that, gender norms!

Still, it’s not enough. Sure, they filled the quota, but Isadora doesn’t want the fun to end. Whether that’s because she’s been bitten by the prank bug or because she enjoys spending such concentrated time with Farkle, it’s unclear, but she declares she knows they can do more. They can go bigger.

Farkle: Bigger than this? We swapped the signs, Isadora. Without Harley’s help.

Isadora: And we’re not stopping now. It’s time to kick it up a notch. You with me?

Well… it is fun… Farkle smiles, shaking her hand and sealing the deal. Let the mischief reign on!

Break 1.

INT. CHUBBIES - DAY

Charlie heads into the diner pretty soon after Adams lets out, on a mission. He brightens when he spots Lucas at the counter, approaching and exchanging a greeting before congratulating him on Davis. Riley texted him to share the good news.

Lucas: Yeah. Kinda surreal. But you know, wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t get my broke ass to Albany. So thanks again.

Charlie: No biggie. Any time. So I have a question for you --

He doesn’t get to ask it, though, as they’re intercepted by Farkle and Isadora. They’re not great about hiding their mischief, giggly and almost punchy as they slide into their conversation. Farkle’s doing most of the talking, Isadora watching from behind him and failing at trying not to laugh and project their ulterior motives.

Lucas is already well aware of their stupid shenanigans this week, but Charlie is none the wiser. He cautiously lets Farkle engage him in snickering conversation, the latter innocently pointing out that it looks like he’s got something on his shirt. Charlie frowns, glancing down to check -- and falling right into the trap. Farkle lifts his finger and swipes Charlie on the nose, he and Isadora bursting into uproarious laughter a second later.

Farkle: Chuck! Chuck --

Isadora: I can’t believe you fell for it! Ha ha ha --

Charlie: [ to Lucas ] What is happening?

Lucas, deadpan: Torture from the seventh circle of Hell, I think.

Farkle: It’s the oldest trick in the book, Chuck. You should’ve seen it coming!

Oh, so they’ve graduated from senior pranks to just… full-on mischief full-time. Charlie manages a smile and an awkward laugh, playing along and raising his hands in surrender.

Charlie: You got me.

Isadora: Yeah we did! You make it too easy.

Farkle: There, there. Not everyone can be immune to our crafty ways. [ patting his shoulder ] You’re a good sport, Chuck. A good sport.

Charlie: Are you guys… okay? Have you been drinking?

Lucas: I wish.

No, Charlie, they’re just high on all the years of tomfoolery they missed! Farkle and Isadora bid them farewell once Lucas manages to steer them away with his unamused glare -- they know better than to try anything with him. After they leave, Charlie tries to catch up, blinking and tilting his head.

Charlie: Seriously, are they okay? [ a beat ] I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard Isadora laugh before.

Lucas: They’re fine. They’re stupid, but they’re fine. Long story short, no one decided to do a senior prank this year and they decided it was their solemn duty, and so naturally they’re taking it way too far.

Charlie: You didn’t want to try your hand at a senior prank? Seems like your kind of thing.

Lucas: Hard to top slicking the atrium floors with mayonnaise. I peaked early. Now I’m tired. Anyway, you said you wanted something?

Charlie nods. He’s leaving for the family camping trip tomorrow, but he realized while packing that he doesn’t really have a good pair of boots for the hike. At least, he thinks he could afford to get a new pair to break in. And he knows Lucas basically wears the same boots every single day, and they seem to do him a lot of good, so he thought he’d get his recommendation.

Lucas: Well, first thing you should know is I did absolutely zero research in acquiring these boots and I couldn’t tell you whether they’re objectively good or not. Also, I stole them.

Charlie: Promising as always.

Lucas: But I guess if you want the details, you can have the name and look for yourself. I don’t know it off the top of my head.

Charlie: Oh, that’s okay. You can just look later and text --

Lucas: But I’m pretty sure it’s on the -- here, hold on --

Rather than just waiting until later like a normal person, Lucas instead lifts his leg up and props his foot right there on the countertop between them. It lands with a thud, Charlie jumping slightly and glancing around them to see if anyone else is watching.

Charlie: Oh, so we’re just doing this. Then. Right now. Okey dokey.

Lucas: Should be on the sole. Make it fast, man, I’m not a dancer. I’m not supposed to bend this way.

Charlie leans closer to get the name of the brand, then thinks of a better idea and pulls his phone out to snap a picture. The sight is really something to behold, and more than bewildering to JOE when he emerges from the kitchen. He shouts at Lucas as he approaches, smacking his leg down with a dish towel.

Joe: What are you doing putting your dirty shoes all over the counter? What, were ya raised in a barn?

Lucas: … basically, yeah.

Joe: A God-sent miracle that that fancy California school picked you up -- and you leave… when, again? Soon, I hope?

For all his gruff exterior, it’s clear that Joe’s jeers are in jest. Lucas offers a shrug while Charlie offers an apology, which Joe waves off. He points to the counter and hands Lucas the dish towel.

Joe: Clean it.

Lucas: Yes, sir.

Joe passes him and heads further into the diner, Lucas feigning cleaning the counter for about two seconds before he remembers something more interesting. He tells Charlie he actually has something for him, if he has a second for him to grab it.

Charlie is surprised but agrees, waiting patiently by the counter while Lucas disappears into the back room. He reaches for the wash cloth and starts absently cleaning the countertop, like some weird ingrained habit to start cleaning up a mess after they’ve been reprimanded even if it isn’t his, but he quickly drops it when Lucas returns and acts as if he wasn’t.

Lucas hardly noticed anyway, more focused on the object he’s passing off. It’s a thin envelope, which he slides across the counter to him. Charlie picks it up uncertainly.

Charlie: This isn’t another Riley card, is it? I finally stopped crying over the last one.

Lucas: I’m sure she’d love to hear that, joke or not. But no.

Charlie curiously opens the envelope, retrieving the contents from inside: a ticket to Adams graduation.

Charlie: Is this for real?

Lucas: Yeah. Thought you’d probably want to see everyone do the thing or whatever, especially since they couldn’t be there for yours.

Charlie: Yeah, absolutely. I mean, I’d thought about it, but… don’t you need this, though? I thought each student only got two complimentary tickets and had to pay for more.

Lucas: That’s true. I’ve got one for my mom, and that’s all I need. So I figured given how you’re like Riley in that you get into sentimental bullshit like this, you’d probably appreciate it. Believe me, you’ll get way more out of it than the alternative.

Still, Charlie is touched by the offer. He smiles, thanking Lucas for the ticket.

INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - DAY

Farkle and Isadora have taken up shop in Farkle’s room, a whole host of materials, diagrams, and schemes sketched in Isadora’s storyboarding style for who knows what littered across the bed and all along the floor. They’ve got big ideas, and there’s nothing stopping them now.

Isadora looks up from a schematic to look at what Farkle is researching on his laptop, leaning over his shoulder to get a better look. She furrows her brow.

Isadora: No way. You really think that’ll work?

Farkle: With the right physics and the proper preparation, I’m nearly certain it will. Trust the process, Isadora. You’re working with a master madman.

Isadora: No. You’re not the master. I’m the master. You’re like… the mentee. The Igor.

Farkle: I’m the Igor?

Isadora: And if Mary Shelley had created the character in the original novel, I'm sure she would concur. Anyway, back to work you go, Igor. I want these plans fully outlined before I leave today. We already put those shoes on rush order -- it’ll be a miracle if we pull that one off in time.

Well, no clue what the hell that means… Farkle mimics her bossy tone, grumbling as he gets back to work. Isadora makes a face, about to bicker back at him… but then she gets distracted, caught on looking at him instead. She suddenly is aware of how close they’re sitting, where she could basically rest her chin on his shoulder if she so decided she wanted to. And it doesn’t feel weird -- if she thinks about it too long, in fact, she realizes they actually end up this close a lot. And it doesn’t freak her out, she doesn’t necessarily shy away from him the same way she does with… well, everyone else.

Guess that’s the privilege of being best friends. Though she doesn’t feel that way with Maya, or Lucas, or Riley… and wow, they really are close. She can make out each of the freckles on his face, splashed across his nose, despite how light they are. She actually doesn’t know if she’s ever actively recognized he had freckles before this moment.

And now, for some strange reason, she can’t stop thinking about them. Freckles are kind of strangely endearing, aren’t they… she clears her throat, breaking the silence with the suggestion before she even knows she’s speaking.

Isadora: We should go to prom together.

Farkle lifts his head, looking at her in confusion.

Farkle: Huh?

Yeah, huh? Isadora pauses, wondering where the hell that came from… then she rationalizes it, the obvious explanation right there in front of her.

Isadora: You know, as friends. Like we did last year.

Farkle: We were forced together last year on account of both being basket cases.

Isadora: And has that changed? [ touché ] People go as friends to prom all the time. I’m pretty sure most people in our class are this year, sans like, the obvious pairs. Don’t see how it should be any different for us. And since we’ve already done it once, it’s like we’re experts now. For old time’s sake, you know?

Isadora sure seems confident about it… but Farkle knows it’s a risky move. He’s doing really good having moved past this whole thing, and the idea of going to prom together just feels like tempting the universe to pull him right back into the depths of Austenian despair.

Farkle: I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.

Isadora: Why not?

Farkle: You know, with what’s going on with you and Chai --

Isadora: We’re not going together. We already talked about it, so it’s cool.

Farkle: And that’s good, but I still don’t think she’d appreciate you going with a different person. [ before she can argue ] And besides, I can’t. I’ve already got a “date.”

Isadora: What? Who?

Farkle: You don’t have to sound so shocked, thanks. But anyway, Maya and I are going together. As friends.

That hits Isadora harder than she expected. Not because she’s jealous or anything… but she has to admit it doesn’t feel great to be left out. She says as much, not realizing they were suddenly making plans without her.

Farkle: It’s not like that, Isadora. We just knew you’d be doing stuff with the techies, and I know that’s important to you. We didn’t want to pull you away from that. Besides, it barely means anything. We’ll see you when we get there, and we can all hang out like usual. You know?

Yeah… yeah, for sure. Isadora swallows her hurt, but she doesn’t even know why it’s bothering her when she only came up with the idea to go with him about five seconds ago. And Maya and Farkle do stuff together all the time. It’s whatever. She glances at him again, freckles oddly distracting her again… she has to force herself to look away so she can focus, settling back into silence as they continue their industrious, impish collaboration.

INT. GARDNER HOME - CHARLIE’S BEDROOM - DAY

Charlie is already up bright and early the next morning, duffle bag packed and waiting at the foot of his bed. He’s on his laptop next to it, intently researching something on about four or five different webpages.

Wonders of the world -- or at least, what’s accessible. It seems he hasn’t been able to get that thought out of his head since Peak District, each of the websites the official landing page for an important natural, historical, or cultural landmark. A couple he’s perusing right now are in the United States, but many more are across the Atlantic, spread across Europe and Asia. Just the tip of the global iceberg.

He’s probably just browsing, feeding his curiosity, but he’s looking into it far more eagerly than he ever did with colleges, to be sure.

He’s pulled out of it by commotion downstairs, his family cheerfully exchanging greetings. Charlie pauses the mission for now, bookmarking the current page on Mount Vesuvius under the folder “Things To See.” Then he shuts his computer, heading out of his bedroom.

INT. GARDNER HOME - DAY

Charlie makes his way downstairs just as AMBROSE GARDNER finishes helping AGATHA GARDNER and her husband JOHN DUFFY (20s) inside. They’ve come to join the traditional camping trip, John evidently quite excited since it’s his first one as an official married member of the Gardner clan.

John is an unassuming man by appearance, a bit short with a face that feels ordinary enough it’s as though you must’ve seen him somewhere before, but that’s where “common” stops being an apt descriptor. For how plain he appears, John has a personality like a firecracker, energetic and chipper and chatty. Very chatty -- once you get this man going, it’s like he’s never going to stop talking. But he does it with such enthusiasm, such earnest participation in the conversation, it would feel almost cruel to stop him.

Especially if you’re a mild-mannered Gardner. Charlie comes to join in the welcome ELEANOR GARDNER has already started, ROSIE GARDNER hanging back to avoid chatty John while DAISY GARDNER observes from the living room. After exchanging a warm hug with his older sister, Charlie accepts a bracing embrace from John as well, who then grips his shoulders and gets a good long look at him.

John, proudly: Look at you, Charlie. You’re glowing.

Charlie: I... um -- ?

John: Absolutely glowing, wouldn’t you all say? That’s the look of a college-bound man right there. [ clasping his hands ] Oh, you must be so excited for all the good things to come. And it’ll be only good things, I’m sure. Really, Aggie, isn’t he glowing?

Agatha, amused: Like the sun.

John: Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and as he should be! And we’re right there with you, aren’t we? Excited for you. Though I must confess, part of my excitement is selfish. I’m so thoroughly tickled to finally be sharing this tradition with you all. I’ve heard so much about it. It’s wonderful to finally feel a true part of the family.

Rosie: [ under her breath ] Well, someone should.

Ambrose: [ throwing Charlie a life preserver ] Speaking of, if we’re going to make this trip happen, we better get moving. These bags going out to the car, John?

John releases Charlie to happily chatter with Ambrose and help start moving things to the car, Eleanor going to gather their stuff. Agatha steps forward to speak more quietly to Charlie, offering him her own sincere congratulations as Rosie saunters over to join them.

Agatha: He’s right about our excitement. I’m excited for you.

Charlie: Thanks. And rest assured, I… sure felt his support.

Rosie: How could you not? Thought he might strangle it into you if you didn’t.

Agatha shoots her a warning look, to which Rosie innocently shrugs. John pops back in to grab Agatha’s suitcase and brightly insists that Charlie ride with them in their car -- he just has so very much he wants to ask him!

How could Charlie say no… he elbows Rosie in the ribs when she snickers at his expense.

INT. AAA - BOYS DRESSING ROOM - DAY

The boys are changing back into their regular clothes from rehearsal, lightly chatting about prom and final performances as they do. Zay is seated on the countertop as he pulls back on his kicks, picking on Nigel for how he’s still yet to prompose. The clock is ticking… yes, he has a little more wiggle room since it’s basically assumed Jade will go with him as his girlfriend, but still some timeliness would be appropriate.

Nigel: I’ll have you know, Jade and I already agreed we’d be going together. I already asked her in a lowkey way a couple weeks ago.

Zay: [ with a gasp ] And we didn’t get to know about it?

Nigel: Believe it or not, despite how things usually go in this school, not everything is a public spectacle to be consumed.

Yogi: For sure, One Nigection.

Zay cracks up, Nigel giving both of them the finger before focusing back on his stuff. Zay hops down off the counter and lands on his feet --

Only something isn’t right. There’s a pointed tap when his feet hit the ground, and he almost stumbles. Yogi raises his eyebrows, asking if he’s okay.

Yogi: You didn’t break the other tendon, did you?

Zay: No, I’m fine. It’s just that --

He moves away from the countertop, the tap tap pronounced with every step he takes. He frowns, lifting his leg up to look at the sole of his shoes.

Someone has added dance taps to the bottom of his kicks. Either that, or swapped his out for ones that have them. He takes a few more steps, shaking his head.

Zay: What the fuck?

Nigel: Looks like the pranksters got you. Sucks to be you, ha ha --

Nigel doesn’t stay smug for long. He takes a step and then slips, just barely managing to catch himself on the countertop as Yogi bursts into laughter. They both check their shoes -- taps.

Yogi: You’re joking…

Zay scowls, tap tap tap marching his way out of the dressing room...

INT. AAA - DRESSING ROOM HALL - DAY

And finding Yindra, DARBY WINTERS, and Clarissa also exiting the girls dressing room, afflicted with similar tapping syndrome. They exchange exhausted looks, Clarissa holding her arms out in exasperation. Got ‘em! Prank’d! Ha ha ha!

Maya, pre-lap: You two have officially lost it.

INT. AAA - CAFETERIA - DAY

Maya has lunch with Isadora and Farkle, the cafeteria filled with the sound of tap tap taps all around as the senior class deals with their new tap shoe contagion. Farkle and Isadora are downright giddy over it, high off the success of a prank well executed.

Maya: You do realize that senior pranks are meant to target other people, right? Not the seniors of the senior prank?

Farkle: I thought you’d be more impressed. Do you have any idea how much research and preparation this one took?

Isadora: Two whole days, Maya. We had to get all the taps to swap out custom-made. On rush order.

Maya: Oh, yes, I’m very impressed by the whimsical nonsense of two nerds with complexes over how boring they were during school and way too much money to burn.

Farkle: I wouldn’t act so high and mighty, Maya. You may have avoided this one --

Maya: Both of you know damn well I always keep a spare pair of shoes around. It’s just common diva sense. You gotta be smarter than that.

Isadora: But who knows what still remains to come. We might not know… until prom night itself…

Maya shoots both of them a death glare, holding up her plastic knife and pointing it at them.

Maya: I swear on Britney and all that is good and just, if either of you even so much as look at my promenade, if you Carrie this bitch, it will be the last move you ever make. Consider yourself warned.

Farkle and Isadora exchange a look, torn between mischievous and slightly unnerved. To poke the bear or not to poke the bear…

Meanwhile, at the techie table, it seems they weren’t spared the prank either. Lucas is in the process of helping Riley remove the taps from her swap shoes since apparently Isadora and Farkle are refusing to give them back for the rest of the day, so she’s still wearing her ballet flats in the mean time. Asher is irritably trying to get the taps off his Oxfords.

Asher: I don’t get how this even happened. I wasn’t even at rehearsal like the performers. When could they possibly have --

Dylan: You took off your shoes this morning and borrowed one of Nigel’s dance pairs, remember? Because you stepped in that spilled paint in the prop loft…

Which, now, it seems obvious who put it there. It hits them at the same time, Dylan pressing his lips together to hold back a laugh while Asher scowls.

Asher: I’m going to kill them.

Dylan: Let’s not do anything hasty.

Asher: The shoes are one thing, but the prop loft? [ feisty ] They’ve gone too far.

Thankfully, paint can be cleaned up, and his shoes can be fixed once they give them back. In fact, Dylan claims he heard Farkle say they would make sure to get the shoes properly cleaned before passing them off. No harm, no foul.

Lucas understandably wonders what Dylan was doing talking to Farkle, to which he can’t help but grin. Yes… what was he doing in cahoots with Farkle Minkus… Dylan glances over his shoulder, making eye contact with Zay at his table. They exchange a subtle nod, then Dylan tosses a wink to Nate across the table, who subtly gets up.

Dylan casually turns back to Asher, asking him if he’s noticed that a very important event hasn’t happened yet in the midst of all the important events coming up in the next couple weeks. Asher, still fixated on the shoes, asks what the hell he’s talking about, but it doesn’t take Dylan long for him to fully get his attention. He smiles knowingly, then jumps to his feet, loudly getting the attention of the assembled cafeteria.

Dylan: Hi, hello, yes, hello everyone. If I could have your attention for just one second --

Asher: What are you doing? Oh God, what are you doing?

Dylan happily returns a wave to the underclassmen techies, then grants them a wink as well, before launching into a tiny speech about how as they all know, prom season is here and the night itself is fast approaching.

Dylan: Now I think the art of the promposal is a sacred thing, and everybody knows the best way to approach with his or her or their specific desired date. Sometimes you need only a little to get the message across, and sometimes you need a lot. Some people don’t ask at all, and some people are okay with that. In the most important of cases, though -- like when you’re trying to ask your bird bones boyfriend who has been to every formal function with you since you were fourteen years old --

Asher: Dylan…

Dylan: It can feel an overwhelming task. How can you possibly shake it up, make it feel fresh, outdo yourself from how you served before? But then you realize -- sometimes, all that matters is that you ask. The sentiment is in the question itself, not so much where, when, and how you ask it. And as for me, well… I thought this time, I could afford to keep things classic.

Dylan nods to Nate, who has relocated at the corner of the cafeteria with controls to a portable sound system. He cues up the music, Asher staring dumbstruck at Dylan as he drumrolls on the table along with the track before backing up further into the cafeteria.

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Classic” as performed by MKTO || Performed by Dylan Orlando, Zay Babineaux, & Farkle Minkus

No one does a promposal quite like Dylan Orlando. In an effort to top “I Think He Knows” from last year, he’s recruited some help -- during the first verse he makes his way through the cafeteria, selectively pulling up Zay and Farkle from their tables. It’s clear they’re in on the plan, knowing the words and choreography seamlessly.

And somehow, this trio is one we never knew we needed! They get the whole cafeteria bopping in no time at all, Dylan’s charm, Zay’s suave style, and Farkle’s showmanship making for a killer combination. They climb along the tables, pull others into the groove, and Zay makes sure to take a moment to flirt playfully with Riley as he does his stint by the techie table. During the second chorus, Zay and Dylan even do a bit of a dance-off, Dylan able to keep up only through gymnastics tricks that are always crowd-pleasers.

Zay takes the rap verse, then the boys reunite for the final chorus, letting Dylan take front and center. Dylan keeps his eyes locked on Asher, grin so bright and so unbelievably cute it’s like Asher can’t even remember he’s supposed to be mortified. And well, isn’t that kind of the power of Dasher, en summary?

Dylan finishes with a flourish back at the techie table, dropping down to one knee in front of Asher. He takes a second to catch his breath -- he just did the performance of the century, after all! -- then smiles, eyes shining.

Dylan: Asher L. Garcia. Will you go to prom with me?

Asher holds him in suspense for a few moments… but his consideration would be more convincing if it wasn’t obvious he was trying to hold back a smile of his own. Then he relents, shrugging nonchalantly.

Asher: I guess so. Drama king.

The cafeteria bursts into applause, the underclassmen especially enthralled. Dylan grins, rising to his full height and pulling Asher up so he can give him a hug. Zay and Farkle give little bows of their own, gesturing for the rest of the students to get back to their own lives and mind their own business again.

The hug turns into a lift, Dylan happily accepting a brisk kiss from Asher while his feet are off the ground.

Asher: What if I said no, though.

Dylan: You wouldn’t have said no.

Asher: What if I did, though. You don’t know.

Dylan: I do know.

Asher: I could’ve. You don’t know…

Riley shakes her head at their playful back and forth, thoroughly charmed by their romantic antics. Lucas glances at her and takes in the smile on her face. Suddenly thoughtful…

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Jack is insulated from the prom fever in his office, where he’s looking into the process for applying to run for school board. He hasn’t pulled the trigger, but he’s accumulating a pretty hefty notes list for himself on how to prepare… he shuts the notebook promptly though when Eric appears in the doorway, brimming with excitement.

Eric: I got an interview.

Jack responds with equal enthusiasm, asking again to confirm it’s true. Eric repeats that he got an interview, that he’ll be meeting with the superintendent in the next few days. It’s clear he’s thrilled about it despite how he kept waving off the importance of it.

Eric: Maybe taking this exercise a little father than expected, but you know what, I’m into it! I’m excited. You’ll have to tell me when your interview is, we can aim to go on the same day and carpool. I’ll need you to give me last-minute tips I’m sure.

Jack’s smile falters somewhat. He’s spared from answering as Eric just continues to ramble on, but it’s becoming clearer and clearer that this elephant in the room isn’t going to remain invisible for long.

INT. UPSTATE RESORT & LODGE - LOBBY - NIGHT

The Gardners have settled into their usual resort, a rather high-end hiking lodge stylized as if they’re up in the mountains of Colorado with rustic coloring and earthy but cozy interior design. If there was any question what sort of clientele stays there, however, the men in business attire and wealthy-looking families passing through the lobby leave little room for confusion.

Charlie descends from the main staircase and finds Agatha seated with a book by the fireplace at the center of the spacious lobby. There’s no active fire burning, since it’s almost summer, but there’s a simulated one going to replicate the atmosphere all the same. He comes to join her, settling into the arm chair adjacent to where she’s curled up on the loveseat.

Agatha thanks Charlie for humoring John on the car ride up with all his many questions. He’s normally a chatterbox, but it’s even more prominent now because he’s a little nervous. He’s truly excited about getting to be a part of the trip, and he wants it to go perfectly. So he’s talking even more to compensate.

Charlie: Hey, I mean, it’s all good. Certainly never have to deal with an awkward silence, so that’s nice. I’m usually the master of those.

Agatha: Still, thank you for being nice. I know John can be a bit much sometimes.

Charlie: [ with a shrug ] You love him, right? He treats you right.

Agatha: I do, and he does.

Charlie: Then that’s good enough for me. It’s not like I’m without quirks.

Agatha: Well, I’m sure the ladies at church would strongly disagree with that! [ off his eye roll ] I’ll do the same for you, you know. Whoever you end up loving.

Charlie: … yeah?

Agatha: Of course. Our family is full of oddballs as it is, it’s not like a little more is any trouble. It’s like you said, so long as you love her and she treats you right, that’s good enough me.

Ah, yeah… she… Charlie manages a smile, nodding in agreement. Only time will tell how true that statement actually is, if the time ever comes at all.

INT. AAA - SHAWN’S OFFICE - DAY

SHAWN HUNTER lazily rolls his way into work, flicking on the lights to his office and settling in. He makes his way over to his desk and aims to settle comfortably into his well-worn chair…

Only he misses by a bit, stumbling and falling to the ground. He gets up, confused, and turns to look at what just happened.

His well-worn chair... is not his chair. An unfamiliar rolling chair is in its place, set much higher than he’s used to which caught him off guard. He goes to find a pen from his mug, only to find all of his things are gone, replaced with stuff that doesn’t belong to him. He opens the drawers to confirm -- something is definitely afoot.

INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY

Shawn marches to Harper to complain, and it seems like she’s waiting for him. She’s seated awkwardly in his cushy well-worn chair, now behind her desk -- and all of his belongs scattered to replace hers. She holds out her hands.

Harper, flatly: Believe all this belongs to you?

Shawn realizes what happened, shaking his head in irritation.

Shawn: Motherfucker --

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Shawn and Harper have both gone to Jack to complain, insisting that Farkle and Isadora have taken this prank thing way too far. One or two jokes is nothing to write home about, but now it’s just relentless. They’re insane. They’re totally off the shits.

Shawn: Now you know I’m not one to snitch, Jack. I’m not one to cry wolf about some mischief here and there.

Harper: I think it’s likely they’re both using this whole thing as a coping mechanism to distract themselves from the impending changes, though of course, I’m not Eric --

Shawn: But this is has gone far enough. It’s time to do something about it.

Harper: I don’t think they should be punished, necessarily, but a firm hand to say enough is enough --

Shawn: They touched my chair, Jack. The chair! Something needs to be done.

Jack lets them rant, already tired, then comments given all of the things going on right now with graduation impending and senior week on the horizon and prom and his very position on the line, this is exactly the sort of thing he clearly has time for. He’ll put it at the top of his priority list, guaranteed. Who needs to get the diplomas sorted out when there’s the matter of chastising pranksters to handle?

Shawn: … do I detect a bit of sarcasm?

Jack: You’re both excused.

Easy to be aloof about it when you’re not a victim, Jack! Harper heads out first, Shawn grumpily following along until he remembers something. He doubles back to check with Jack that they’re still on for family dinner tonight, which Jack affirms. That is, if they can get Angela to eat around her complaining about the baby being overdue.

Jack: Wow, Angela’s complaining? Shocking… wonder where she could’ve picked up that habit.

Shawn: I’m going, I’m going.

EXT. UPSTATE HIKING TRAIL - DAY

The birds are chirping and the sun is filtering through the shade of the tree canopy as the Gardners arrive at the start of their hike, an early start to the day. Rosie is still half-asleep, looking groggy and displeased in her braids and bucket hat.

John, on the other hand, is more than ready for the trek. In fact, he might have overprepared, with a hiking backpack the size of a mini-fridge and a bulky wooden walking stick. He’s avidly discussing the specific details of their chosen hike with Eleanor, who as happy as she is that Agatha married a good, happy Catholic boy seems like she’d rather be conversing with anyone else. The pleasant church leader facade is wearing a bit thin.

Ambrose saves the day once again, suggesting they start to get a move on -- daylights already burning, and there’s lots to see. He invites John to lead the pack up front with him, so he can hear all those facts he collected about the hike. John is more than eager to do so, jogging to catch up and already launching into a spiel about when the hiking trail was established and exactly how many kilometers and miles they’ll be walking that afternoon.

Rosie and Charlie bring up the rear, letting the others walk ahead. Rosie gives him a disgruntled side-eye -- kill me, please. But Charlie merely smiles, lightly nudging her along. She rolls her eyes and groans, dragging her feet as they set off.

The sounds of morning nature transition seamlessly into the gentle opening orchestral notes…

INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “C’est La Mort” as performed by The Civil Wars || Performed by Nigel Chey, Haley Fisher, & Clarissa Cruz

Another interesting grouping for a finals performance, but in this case it makes sense -- of course, Nigel would recruit Jade’s fellow performing friends for a performance that essentially doubles as his promposal. It’s sweet, unassuming, and an utterly gorgeous rendition. Nigel takes lead vocals and Haley harmonizes with him while Clarissa plays the cello, and he also recruited some of his peers from orchestra to fill out the rest of the instruments.

Nigel keeps his focus on Jade, unable to hold back a light smile as he performs. She’s a bit bashful but maintains her composure, trying to keep some of her theatrical aloofness from Stratford. But from the way her eyes are shining, there’s little doubt she likes it. The lyrics are also somewhat poetic and romanticized, classic to The Civil Wars, and a perfect fit for Nigel.

For how often she’s overlooked, Haley actually has a lovely, clear soprano, and it pairs well with Nigel’s baritone. Clarissa glances up from her playing occasionally to smile at her, but not long enough that she’ll lose her place.

When they conclude the class breaks into applause, Clarissa carefully balancing her cello against the chair so she can bow with the other two. Nigel gestures for them to also praise his orchestra pals, who give little bows and start packing up.

Harper: Lovely job, guys. And?

Clarissa: I’m going to Julliard to study music theory, composition, and pursue a future degree in music education. I’m hoping to be an orchestra teacher one day.

Haley: Knew she would.

Harper: And you, Haley?

Haley: I’m going to my mom’s alma mater, James Madison University in Virginia. I’m currently undeclared, and that along with going to a whole new state is lowkey terrifying, but I’m trying to be okay with not having it all figured out yet. As everyone keeps telling me, college is the time to do it.

Harper: Absolutely. I’m sure you’ll be fabulous. Nigel?

Nigel: I was accepted into Tisch NYU, where I’ll be participating in the acting program. I’m also planning to minor in English literature, with a concentration in the classics.

Yindra: There he is. Our geek.

Nigel: Right now, though, I’m focused on the present. And there’s something I need to take care of here and now.

Nigel shifts his focus back to Jade, stepping forward and approaching her seat. He clasps his hands together, pointing out that it was his hope that that performance doubled clearly enough as a declaration as well as an assignment. So it almost goes without asking, but…

Nigel: Jade, will you --

Jade: Yes.

Nigel: Go to --

Jade: Yes.

Nigel: Prom with me?

Jade: … [ as if she’s going to suddenly change her mind; then with a smile ] Yes. Thank you for asking.

Nigel beams, taking her hand to help her up and pulling her into a hug. Dylan starts up another round of applause.

Dylan: So nice we didn’t have to sock him.

EXT. UPSTATE HIKING TRAIL - DAY

The Gardner hike is well underway as the sun rises to high noon in the sky. John and Ambrose continue to stay in the lead, the former not winded from conversation yet -- though he’s looking a little sweaty lugging that hiking backpack. Rosie has stolen his walking stick, swinging it idly like a sword while Agatha keeps her reluctantly moving along.

Charlie halts when he realizes Daisy isn’t with them, spinning around to scan the trees for her. Protective older brother mode activated… but he doesn’t have to go far. Daisy has stopped a little ways back, crouched down in a cluster of shrubbery a few paces off the trail. Charlie wanders back to join her.

Charlie: Scared me for a second there. You know you probably shouldn’t wander off on your own. You might get lost.

Daisy: We’ve been hiking this trail since I was five. This is my third time doing it. I think I could find my way back if disaster struck.

Fair enough. Charlie frowns down at the ground where she’s poking with a stick, nudging the dirt around. He carefully lowers himself down to match her posture.

Charlie: What are you doing?

Daisy: This patch of trees apparently is home to a cluster of Membracidae, which I haven’t been able to find for my collection yet.

Charlie: [ nodding along like he understands ] For sure… and a Membracidae is…?

Daisy: [ with a sigh ] Bugs, Charlie. I’m looking for bugs.

Charlie: Oh… neat... and did you say collection?

Daisy: Yeah. I’ve been building one for the last couple of years -- I’ve got a terrarium set up in my closet and I’ve figured out cooling controls and flashlight maneuvers to mimic their natural settings.

Charlie: … and mom’s okay with this? You keeping a bunch of bugs in the house.

Daisy: Mom doesn’t know. Duh.

Charlie: Well. Guess we’ve all got our secrets.

Daisy goes on to explain that the bug she’s looking for here, the Membracidae, is a family of insects related to cicadas known as treehoppers. What’s cool about them is that they have whole structures built onto their backs to blend into the scenery, like tree bark and thorns and stuff. The better they blend in with their environment, the less likely they are to get attacked by prey and eaten alive.

Charlie: Think I can relate to that. Bugs aren’t so different from humans, huh?

Daisy: No, they’re not. Except their lives are typically way shorter, and they’re extremely misunderstood. Bugs were here millions of years before humans, you know. Kind of rude that we show up and decide they’re just a nuisance we have to kill.

Well, it might help if they weren’t so creepy-crawly… Charlie says he didn’t realize Daisy was so into entomology. She shrugs.

Daisy: You never asked.

Charlie’s been so caught up in his own stuff, it’s easy to forget the family he’s been hiding from also has lives of their own going on. Charlie apologizes for that, but Daisy doesn’t seem to care. He asks if she’s going to miss him when he leaves for college, to which she again shrugs.

Charlie: Wow, really emotionally attached I see. I’m gonna miss you too.

Daisy: I don’t know, Charlie. What do you want from me? It’s not like you’re disappearing forever. You’re not like Bridgette. You care about family way too much to just disappear off the face of the Earth. So I know I’m going to see you again.

It’s nice that she feels so comfortable in that. Charlie echoes the reassurance, promising her that he won’t disappear forever.

Daisy: Besides. Feel like I’d be more excited if you were.

Charlie: What do you mean?

Daisy: I mean, like, are you happy about going to Yale? Or whatever? You like never talk about it. When Agatha applied to her school and Bridgette was excited about going to Tribeca, they wouldn’t shut up about it. You’ve said maybe two words about school this whole year -- mom spends way more time talking about it than you do. Why should I care about it if you don’t?

Oop. You know what… touché, Daisy. You got him there. Charlie doesn’t even know how to respond, realizing how true her words are the longer they have to sink in. He didn’t know his own internal apathy was bleeding through -- at least, to anyone actually paying attention.

He doesn’t have to defend himself, though, Daisy distracted by movement in the shrubbery. She shushes him preemptively, then carefully uses the stick to nudge at some leaves… revealing one of the rare Membracidae. Hidden in plain sight, something to behold once you’ve found it. Charlie watches in quiet awe as Daisy carefully retrieves a jar from her string bag and ever so gently picks up the bug, placing it inside with the utmost care.

They pick on Daisy for being unaffected, but it’s clear from the way she handles the insect that it’s just about catching her in the right moment. Everyone has their things that give them a sense of purpose, that make them feel alive... and more and more, Charlie is recognizing that whatever that is for him, it’s not at Yale.

INT. AAA - TECHNICIAN’S BOOTH - DAY

Lucas is hanging out in the booth when Riley stops by, greeting him cheerfully.

Riley: You texted?

Lucas: Yeah, thanks for coming. Get the door, please?

Riley obliges, shutting the door behind her before she jogs up the steps. She asks what the fuss is for if it’s dramatic enough to warrant sequestering in the booth, but Lucas plainly reminds her that he actually prefers the booth closed in almost every case. She may have warmed him up to a better social etiquette over the years, but a tiger can’t change its stripes.

But yes, there is a reason he wants the privacy. Lucas gets out of his chair and walks over to the nook where he used to sleep when he’d stay the night.

Lucas: I’ve been thinking about what Dylan said yesterday. When he did his promposal thing. [ a beat ] But don’t tell him I said that, he’d be super annoying about it.

Riley: Your secret is safe with me. What were you thinking about?

Lucas: When he said that shit about like… the meaning being in the ask itself rather than how the ask is played out, and how you should know your partner well enough to know what would be best for them… I don’t know. It got me thinking. I know you’re not expecting much from me, and we already agreed to go --

Riley: I didn’t need anything, really. Don’t feel like you’re depriving me of something.

Lucas: No, I know. I felt more just like… it’s something I could do. And when I thought about whether I know you, if I knew what would make it mean something to you…

Lucas reaches behind the electrical cabinet and retrieves his guitar. Long time, no see! Riley’s expression brightens, eyes widening.

Riley: OMG… Lucas James Friar…

Lucas: Let the record show that I am only doing this because I know for some twisted reason you’ll love it.

Lucas settles down on the floor against the cabinet and Riley comes to join him, sitting opposite him and wrapping her arms around her legs. Lucas explains as he tunes the guitar that he’s been trying for a while to learn one of the songs she put on that playlist for him -- just in bits and pieces, but it’s simple enough he thinks he can pull it together now.

Lucas: Oh, and goes without saying, but this doesn’t leave the booth. If you tell anyone, I’ll have to flee the country.

Riley: Yeah, yeah, yeah. [ already fond ] Go on, then.

Well, all there’s left to do is sing. Lucas clears his throat nervously, glancing at her one more time and mirroring her bashful smile. Then he dips his head down and focuses on the strings, starting the opening riff.

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Pair of Wings” as performed by Justin Timberlake || Performed by Lucas James Friar (starting at 5:28)

The strange time stamp for this number is thanks to the fact that this song is actually hidden as the back half of Timberlake’s radio hit “Not A Bad Thing,” which is a crime against humanity but for now we’ll let it slide. The rendition stays refreshingly uncomplicated in the midst of AMBITION’s usual fun spectacles, just Riley and Lucas and a guitar. It sits comfortably next to “Yesterday” in terms of songs well-suited to Lucas’s unpolished vocals and unassuming presentation, with a quiet delivery and relatively restricted range.

But of course, it wouldn’t matter whether Lucas pulled it off well or not. To Riley, all that matters is that he’s doing it. Being vulnerable with her, sharing something only she gets to experience, taking the time to learn it and making the effort to do it simply because she’ll appreciate it. And appreciate it she does, fully enamored and endeared. The sentiments in the lyrics suit the pair fittingly, too, boosting the meaning.

But if I had one wish, I know what I’d wish for There’s only one thing that will do I’d fly away on this pair of wings with you

When Lucas brings it to a close, Riley can’t hold back her grin. She crawls forward and pulls him into a kiss, pressing her forehead against his.

EXT. UPSTATE HIKING TRAIL - DAY

The hike has slowed somewhat as the Gardners have reached what might as well be the summit. The nice part about this point of the journey is that it gives them a little bit of freedom to branch out and explore before they start heading back.

Charlie takes full advantage, wandering a bit off the trail and further into the trees on his own. He seems more than comfortable plodding around in the underbrush, breathing in the fresh air and taking in the greenery. He’s not afraid to get his hands dirty, either, easily climbing over rocks and balancing along roots and thick tree limbs to get better views.

Finally, he finds a place to land, discovering a huge, sturdy appendage of an even larger tree to perch on. It’s got a decent view of the woods and a stream just a few paces deeper in, fully immersed in nature.

Charlie settles down onto the wood and just takes it all in for a long moment, closing his eyes and absorbing the atmosphere -- the birds twittering, the bugs chirping, the water running and babbling against the rocks. A light breeze blows gently and rustles the leaves, cooling the air and kicking up the scent of forest pine and earth.

It’s paradise. Charlie breathes it in and lets it out with a content smile, tilting his head back against the trunk of the tree and opening his eyes to soak up the view.

Ambrose: You know, every year, you make it harder for your old man to follow you around out here.

Charlie sits up, looking over his shoulder to find Ambrose carefully maneuvering the underbrush to come join him. It takes him a minute, and he’s less agile than Charlie, but he manages. He releases a theatrical groan as he sits down next to his son, Charlie smiling in amusement.

Charlie: I have a habit of running off?

Ambrose: Are you kidding? You were the king of wandering. We used to do hikes like this more often, when you were little, but you always managed to dawdle off and disappear and it scared your mother to death. You were always fine, of course, just hanging around in the bushes and the trees having the time of your life, but it’s never a pleasant thing when your kid disappears in the middle of the woods.

Charlie: Sorry about that. Guess I’ve got more of a troublesome streak than I thought.

Ambrose: Wouldn’t call it trouble, save for the heart attack it gave us. It’s just how you are. You’ve always liked nature, liked seeing all the life that there is to see out here. You’ve got adventurer’s blood in you, there’s no doubt about that.

Charlie: [ with a snort ] I would not call myself adventurous.

Ambrose: Not so much in the big sense of the word, no. I meant more… curious. Eager to explore. Cultured, in a way. You seek out beautiful things, even when it’s unknown -- almost especially then. To know things just for the sake of knowing it, not because it’s a necessity. It’s something I admire about you.

Charlie: … yeah?

Ambrose: Yeah. That drive to explore… hard to believe, but I think you got it from me. I had a time in my life where I thought about following it. You know, doing my own thing, traveling and exploring on that same instinct. There was a period in my life where I seriously thought about doing it.

Charlie: Really? Why didn’t you?

Ambrose: I stayed here and started a family instead. I had been with your mom for a couple years, and I think she would’ve gone with me if I asked… but I knew what she wanted. That felt like the smarter option, and admittedly the safer one. And I wouldn’t change it. But sometimes, when I see that same thing in you…

Charlie: … do you regret it? Not going and seeing it all?

Ambrose: God had a plan for me, and I think it turned out pretty well. Ultimately, it gave me you and the girls, and there is no wonder in the world that could top that. I don’t want you to get it in your head otherwise. So regret, no. I made my choices, and I’m happy with them. I just… wonder, sometimes. What’s still waiting out there that I haven’t gotten to see.

Charlie absorbs that, quiet settling between them for a moment. Ambrose reaches and pats Charlie’s shoulder affectionately, waiting for him to meet his eyes.

Ambrose: You know you’ve got all the best of me, including that. Both me and your mom. [ sincere ] I hope you know how proud I am of you.

Way to make it emotional, Ambrose! It’s obvious that means a lot to Charlie, especially and in spite of all the things he’s yet to tell him. He smiles, nodding.

The moment only lasts so long, the peace disrupted when Rosie marches off the path and into the underbrush with the others in tow. She sighs dramatically.

Rosie: There you are. Mom was about to have a heart attack.

Ambrose: See? How little things change.

John: All good there, gentlemen? What a spot you’ve found here! You definitely have a knack for nature, Charlie, unequivocally. Take a look at this flora, dear, you just don’t see green like this in the city.

Agatha: Absolutely. [ to Charlie and Ambrose ] We’re starting the trek back, since we want to make it to the lodge for dinner.

John: Turning this train around on the tracks indeed! Rosie, you’ll have to tell me what to order at the restaurant -- I’m a novice with good food, and I’m sure you’ve accrued quite the expertise after taking this trip three times.

Rosie, flatly: Can’t go wrong with chicken nuggets.

Rosie leads the way, John unperturbed by her teenage attitude as he follows along and keeps up the conversation. Ambrose and Charlie exchange entertained looks, the former giving him one more nudge before climbing down off the wood.

Charlie hangs in the quiet of the natural sanctuary for a few moments more, taking whatever strength he can get from it… then he hops down to follow his family.

INT. ANGELA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Speaking of dinner, it’s in full swing with the Hunters, Shawn just settling in from serving the food as Jack and Angela converse. Jack raises his glass to toast to the two of them and all the excitement and good fortune to come for their new family -- provided the baby ever arrives.

Angela: God willing. Amen to that.

Shawn adds to the toast after they drink, also putting out good tidings for this whole principal application being wrapped up so life at Adams can return to full normalcy. Not that it’s ever normal, per se, but back to the insanity of before. Maybe then Jack can focus back on the mundane tasks of his job, like telling Isadora and Farkle to stop terrorizing everyone with their practical jokes.

While the comment was mainly used as a vehicle to nudge Jack to chastise them again, Jack responds more seriously. He grows quiet, contemplative, then mutters the truth as Shawn is in the midst of complaining about the pranks.

Jack: I didn’t reapply.

Angela hears it before Shawn. She straightens up, looking at Jack with wide, curious eyes. It takes longer for it to hit his half-brother, Shawn pausing midway through his rant once the fact of what he says actually registers in his brain.

Shawn: I must not’ve heard you right. What did you say, Jack?

Jack: [ pointedly ] I didn’t reapply for the principal position. I did not submit my application.

Shawn: The deadline was on Monday. You know that.

Jack: I do.

Shawn: You didn’t forget? If you emailed the board, I bet they’d still accept --

Jack: I didn’t forget. I chose not to submit. I won’t be emailing the board.

The stunned silence only lasts as long as it takes for that revelation to sink in. Then Shawn drops his silverware loudly, slouching back in his chair.

Shawn: What the God damn shit, Jack?!

Angela: Okay, let’s just stay calm --

Oh, calm is not in the vocabulary after that bombshell. Shawn asks Jack what the hell he thinks he’s doing. Since when does he cave to bastards like Yancy? Jack fires back that he’s not caving to anything. He’s simply evaluating his own plans, and he decided that maybe it was time to move on.

Shawn has trouble accepting that, though. Jack is a staple of Adams -- he’s the glue holding the place together. What does he think is going to happen if he jumps ship?

Shawn: I never thought I’d see the day that my uptight, high and mighty brother abandoned his post.

Jack: Oh, please. I’m not abandoning anything. And as if the reason you’re not up in arms about this is because you’re terrified that the next person who replaces me won’t fire your ass for incompetence.

Angela: Boys --

Shawn: Don’t turn this on me!

Jack: There’s a simple solution to that, Shawn, it’s called doing your job.

Shawn: Well how about you do yours, then?! I think backing off when the going gets tough to throw in the towel is about the sheer opposite of that.

Jack: As if I don’t know what it’s like when the going gets tough? Have you seen anything that happened in the last three years alone? No, you probably didn’t, because that would require you being on top of your shit.

Angela: Boys.

Shawn: You are Adams, Jack, you are that school! And how do you think the kids are gonna react? Or the faculty? The fact that you’re just sitting on this --

Jack: I’m not sitting on anything, I’m just trying to find the right --

Shawn: You’re hiding it because you’re being a coward! You know it’s controversial, so you’d rather run out the clock and let the job go to someone else before you have to publicly fess up to the fact that you’re surrendering before the battle even begins!

Jack: The battle has been going for months, Shawn, which again you’d know if you stopped being a jackass long enough to --

Angela: BOYS!

Jack/Shawn: WHAT?

Angela huffs, taking a moment to compose herself now that she has their attention.

Angela: The baby is coming.

Oh, shit. Another bombshell to top the last one. Jack and Shawn both stare at her, unable to process it at first.

Jack: Like, now?

Angela: Right now.

Shawn: … oh, shit!

Jack and Shawn both jump into action, helping Angela to her feet and heading for the door. Jack claims he’ll call the hospital to let them know they’re on their way, and Shawn grabs their things and helps the very pregnant Angela to the door.

Shawn: Fuck, it’s actually happening.

Angela: It’s finally happening!

Angela is almost giddy with relief -- though she’ll really feel that when the whole intense birth part is over. But they take a moment before they head out to absorb the moment, Angela taking Shawn’s arms and meeting his eyes.

Angela: We’re having a baby.

Shawn, emotional: We’re having a fucking baby, Ange.

They both laugh, sharing a quick kiss. Jack shouts for them from the hall, jogging into the entryway and pulling the door open. The three of them rush out, on their way to the hospital.

INT. BABINEAUX HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT

OMAR BABINEAUX is doing some work at the kitchen table, surprised when he spots Zay entering to poke around in the fridge before dinner. He must really be breaking free if he’s loosening up on his well regimented dancer dietary habits to graze before meals. Zay raises a hand in surrender.

Zay: Now that the college thing is figured out, it’s like my brain has turned back on and all my senses have come back to me. And the main thing I’m feeling is that I’m fucking hungry.

Fair enough! Omar doesn’t argue it, suggesting though that he at least gets his graze on before Donna comes back from her shift and starts on dinner. Not because it’s against the rules, or anything, but because they both know she will give him shit about it simply because it’s fun to give him shit about things.

Zay: Yeah. Mom’s kind of a hardass like that. It’s not cute.

Omar: And she raised one, too. Go figure.

Zay makes a face. Speaking of college… Omar asks if Zay has a second to chat, inviting him to come join him at the table. Zay does so agreeably, sliding into the chair opposite his dad and nibbling on a protein bar. Omar questions how Zay is feeling about the Turner news -- it’s not his ideal result, obviously, but it’s something. But has he really thought about what it might mean?

Zay: Such as?

Omar: The competition of it. You know I think you’re good enough to do anything, especially if you work hard enough. And I don’t pretend to understand all the arts and dance stuff -- that’s your domain. I wouldn’t counsel you on that even if I knew how, since you barely listen to me anyway.

Zay: When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a diva…

Omar: If the kicks fit. [ off his eye roll ] I’m only asking if you’ve thought about whether you’re ready for all of that again. You worked your ass off this year, and you pushed too far in the process. You learned some hard lessons because of it, I know. And you didn’t seem to have much of a social life.

Zay: Mom put you up to this conversation, or…

Omar: She might have mentioned the same sentiments, but no. This is something I wanted to ask you myself. [ a beat ] If this is something you really want, you know I’ll back you every step of the way. This is your passion, and I’m going to do whatever I can to help you pursue it. We all will -- me, momma, Jada. But all I’m asking is that you take the time to live your life at the same time. There’s a whole lot of world out there. I don’t wanna see you miss it because you’ve got your head stuck in the studio.

Ah, so Omar has been paying attention… Zay absorbs the request, a bit sheepish but also touched that his dad cares enough to say something. He’s lucky his family cares at all, and he knows it.

Zay: You’re right. I’m not going to do the same thing over again next year. I don’t know how difficult it’s going to be compared to Adams, or to what I went through this year, but I know my limits now. I’m working out the right balance. [ a beat ] But I’m glad I’ve got you behind me to keep me upright when I need it.

That’s good enough for Omar. Zay seems sincere, like he really learned those hard lessons, so maybe the trials he went through to get to this place were worthwhile after all. Omar concludes by reiterating that he’s proud of everything Zay has accomplished, even if he doesn’t vocalize as often as the women in their family do.

Zay assures him he knows, but it’s nice to hear it, too.

INT. UPSTATE RESORT & LODGE - RESTAURANT - NIGHT

A similar wave of appreciation is in full swing with the Gardners, all of them tucked in around a large table in the cozy but highly rated lodge restaurant. They’ve already been served their food and have been engaging in light conversation -- especially John -- for a bit, but Eleanor seems to decide it’s time to get serious. She lightly clinks her spoon against her glass to get the attention of the table, clearing her throat and waiting until all eyes are on her to speak.

With a proud smile, Eleanor launches into a spiel about how impressed they all are by Charlie and how much he’s accomplished in the last year. I mean, not one rejection from a college, and perfect acceptance rates to every Ivy where he applied? Well, not many mothers can boast about that, can they?

Eleanor: But of course, we should hardly be surprised. I certainly wasn’t. Charlie has always been a shining example, proof of the best we have to offer in God’s image. Charlie, you never cease to amaze me with your dedication, your commitment to hard work, your outstanding moral character. I fully believe your generosity of heart and creative spirit are going to change the world and make us all even more proud -- especially with a degree from Yale University.

Eleanor chuckles a bit at that, most of the table twittering along, but Charlie doesn’t laugh. He manages a weak smile, but he’s obviously got something on his mind. His mother continues her toast regardless, more focused on the moment than his reaction.

Eleanor: Whatever you decide to do for the next four years and the rest of your life, I have faith it will be extraordinary. God gave you so many gifts to share, and I know you won’t waste any of your enormous potential. Suffice to say, nothing makes me prouder than getting to call you my son.

Rosie stabs pointedly at her salad plate. Charlie glances at her, then down at the table, heavy with thought as Eleanor raises her glass and the others follow suit.

Eleanor: To Charlie.

To Charlie! The family takes a drink, the moment uninterrupted for just a few seconds more… until Charlie opens his mouth.

Charlie: I didn’t accept my admission.

Only his end of the table hears it at first. Rosie snaps her head up, jaw dropped open, and Daisy stares at him wide-eyed from his other side. Eleanor finishes laughing about something with Agatha and turns her attention to him.

Eleanor: I’m sorry, honey, did you say something? I missed it.

Charlie, louder: I don’t want to go to Yale. I didn’t accept the offer.

The table goes dead silent. Eleanor goes rigid with shock, almost unable to process what he just said. Aside from the clattering and muted chatter of the other restaurant goers, it’s like the world has frozen around the Gardner table.

But Charlie isn’t going to back down. He started this, and now he has to meet the moment. He speaks more confidently now that the words have tumbled out, asserting their truth.

Charlie: I want to take a gap year. Do some traveling, think more about… what I want to do. Who I want to be. I’m not saying I’ll never go to Yale, or college. But I feel like if I’m going to spend our money and my time somewhere, I should know why I want to be there. [ thoughtful, but sure ] I want to actually see the world before I figure out exactly what I want to do in it.

The stunned silence persists, though the barbed nature of the reveal is waning with each passing second. Rosie continues to stare at Charlie, disbelieving, while the ghost of a smirk takes over Daisy’s lips. Ambrose is surprised but seemingly thoughtful just like Charlie; Eleanor remains flabbergasted considering her whole understanding of the future just crumbled.

John, on the other hand, has no trouble breaking the silence. He’s chipper and supportive of Charlie’s announcement, doing him the unwitting favor of taking the focus off his shoulders.

John: Such a grand idea, Charlie. I can’t speak from personal experience, but I’ve heard nothing but high praise for the benefits of a gap year. And if you’re thinking of going abroad to see some sights, that I cannot recommend highly enough. When I did my study abroad in Ireland my junior year --

His earnest conversation is able to resuscitate the dinner somewhat, engaging Ambrose and Agatha back in rapport that allows them to survive past the moment. Charlie is grateful for it, able to quietly go back to focusing on his meal… but he can’t hold back the pleased smile that sneaks onto his face.

INT. HOSPITAL - WAITING AREA - NIGHT

Jack is seated in the waiting area, impatiently watching the clock. He perks up when Shawn enters from the hall to the delivery rooms, but his brother waves him down. Not done yet.

Jack: What are you doing out here, then?

Shawn: I wanted to be in there. I did. But it’s… it’s intense, this birth thing. You know that? There’s… a lot going on. [ clearing his throat ] I was fine, of course, you know, happy to be in there --

Jack: Angela kicked you out, didn’t she?

Shawn: She felt in her frenzy that I was adding more stress than not. At least if my child ever asks why I wasn’t present for the birth, I can blame her.

Jack shakes his head, perpetually amused by Shawn’s unique way of stumbling through the world. Now that he’s been expelled from the process and there’s nothing left to do but wait, Shawn gets stuck back on their earlier conversation.

Shawn: So you’re really doing it? You’re leaving Adams.

Jack: I don’t think of it like that, but yes. I am moving on.

Shawn struggles to accept that, trying to make it make sense. He wasn’t out of turn when he said Jack is Adams, especially to him, so it’s hard to separate the two in his mind. He collapses down into the chair next to Jack, sighing… then he sits up straighter again.

Shawn: Can you just explain one thing to me? And then I will do my damn best to be supportive, even if it kills me.

Jack: You’re so dramatic. It’s amazing you’re not a theater teacher. But sure, go ahead.

Shawn: Just… why? [ genuine ] Why do you think this is the right choice?

Jack contemplates that, searching for the best way to articulate it. In some ways, there isn’t one -- it’s more a feeling than a course of logic, something that felt right the longer the possibility was set in front of him.

Jack: Very few things stay the same forever. If history shows us anything, it’s that change is just about the most fundamental human experience there is. Life isn’t meant to be lived in stasis.

Shawn: That sounds like a real fancy way of saying you’re sick of us.

Jack: I’m not sick of Adams -- though you’re on thin ice.

Shawn: Bastard…

Jack: Adams will always be a home base to me. I don’t think that will ever change. But all of this uncertainty around my place… it made me realize I’ve done just about everything I could there. I learned everything I could learn, stretched my boundaries, changed my mind about some pretty important things. But I’m in stasis now -- if I want to keep growing, I need to find a new avenue to do so.

Just like their students graduating in a couple weeks, there are times in our lives when we need to spread our wings and leave what’s safe and familiar to discover what else might be out there beyond the horizon. That doesn’t mean you’re abandoning the old nest, or that all the work you put into building it was for nothing.

Shawn still seems reluctant, but he ultimately accepts the reasoning. And he informs Jack that he’ll support him -- not that Jack asked for it, but the sentiment is touching regardless.

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Friday has arrived, which means prom night is officially upon us! There’s still a day of school to endure before the festivities can begin. Jack arrives bright and early to his office, knowing it’s going to be a long day with the way kids lose their heads before the big event -- if they show up to school at all.

What he discovers upon entering his office, though, he could’ve never prepared for. He yelps and jumps out of his skin when he finds a goose seated in his desk chair, hanging out in his spot as if he’s the new principal. He’s got a collar and tie around his neck and everything, like some silly avian version of Jack.

Jack tilts his head at the goose. The goose tilts its head back. Jack is at a total loss for what to do, carefully easing towards the desk to try and reach his phone… but the goose hisses warningly, causing him to retreat.

Talk about something ready to induce retirement. Jack stares at the goose, lightly shaking his head in exasperation.

Jack, pre-lap: This behavior has gone on long enough.

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - LATER - DAY

The goose has been safely escorted off school grounds, Jack now back at his freshly cleaned desk and opposite Farkle and Isadora. Now that he’s been victim to a prank, he’s more than willing to reprimand them, though they (poorly) feign innocence.

Isadora, nervous: Goose? What goose? What even is a goose? I’ve never heard that word before.

Jack says nothing, instead just leveling a gaze at her. According to Eric, who had to deal with Isadora’s stints of stealing food from the kitchen in the middle of the night and blaming it on “those crazy New York pigeons,” the best way to get Isadora to admit to something is to stare her down. There’s nothing more uncomfortable than eye contact, after all. She wriggles in her seat and looks away from him.

Farkle: Don’t say anything. We have the right to remain silent.

Jack: No, you don’t. This isn’t prison. I, however, have the right to ban you from prom.

Farkle: [ with a gasp ] You wouldn’t.

Jack raises an eyebrow in response. Oh, yes he would -- as Lucas well knows. Isadora finally cracks under the pressure.

Isadora: Look, it was only a goose. Does a goose really warrant a ban from prom? They’re harmless.

Jack: It bit Nate on its way out.

Farkle: He was taunting it, he deserved to get bitten.

Isadora: He’d deserve to get bitten even if he hadn’t taunted it.

Jack sighs. He lays it out for them -- no more pranks, or no prom. If he hears even one word about some sort of scheme or plot, they’re banned. Their choice.

With a grumble from Isadora and a forlorn sigh from Farkle, the meddling pair leave the office. Thwarted, targeted, in the prime of life...

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Oops!...I Did It Again” as performed by Britney Spears || Performed by Isadora De La Cruz & Farkle Minkus

Farkle and Isadora burst through the door as the strong beat kick starts the song. They both wear renditions of Britney’s classic “... Baby One More Time” schoolgirl outfit, their white shirts rolled up and hair in pigtails. Isadora’s is in two braids, while Farkle’s is in two tufts of what can be collected on the top of his head.

They walk through empty school hallways, paying homage to the same music video their outfits are from. When the first verse starts, Isadora leans back against a row of lockers as she sings.

I think I did it again I made you believe we're more than just friends, oh, baby

The camera swings to Farkle, who takes the pre-chorus. Isadora joins him as the chorus starts. Students file out of classrooms, all in similar school uniform-esque outfits, and become Farkle and Isadora’s backup dancers. They make their way through the hallways, choreography sharp and energetic.

EXT. AAA - COURTYARD - DAY

Farkle and Isadora enter the courtyard alone, posse gone. They’re now in another iconic Britney-inspired outfit: the all-denim look. Farkle is in a jumpsuit version of Britney’s dress, complete with a sparkling necklace and bracelet, while Isadora looks even smaller than usual in Justin Timerlake’s denim suit -- with the cowboy hat and sunglasses, of course.

Farkle gets up onto one of the tables while singing the second verse. He starts off while watching Isadora, but then turns to his reflection in one of the windows that looks into the school.

Can’t you see that I’m a fool in so many ways?

Isadora joins him by standing on a nearby table when she takes over for the pre-chorus. They remain on their tables as they sing the chorus and do the choreography. Then they jump down off the tables and head back inside, as the music starts to wind down and the harp gently strums...

INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY

They’re now in outfits from “Toxic” -- Farkle in the black spy suit of sorts with a bright red wig and red eyeshadow, and Isadora in a blue air hostess uniform. Nate and the techie boys run past them.

Nate: Tater tots!

Isadora and Farkle continue to stroll once the rush to the cafeteria has passed them.

Farkle: Isadora! Before we have lunch, there’s something you should know.

Isadora: Oh, what is it? I need to tell you something, too.

Farkle: You go first.

Isadora: I think… Farkle, this is going to be hard to hear. I don’t know how you’re going to react. But… I can’t give this up. What we have. [ with melodrama ] We need to finish we started. We need to do the prom prank.

Farkle: I was thinking the exact same thing.

Isadora: Aw, mutual destruction!

INT. AAA - CAFETERIA - DAY

With the final chorus, Isadora and Farkle are finally in the correct costumes for the song. Farkle wears the red leather jumpsuit from the music video while Isadora dons the blue leather outfit from the single cover. The rest of the cafeteria are in colourful leather get ups, too, as they all join in with the choreography for a strong ending to the song.

Farkle ends the song, looking directly into the camera as he says “I’m not that innocent.” It’s Farkle, bitch!

INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY

The A class is getting antsy as the clock ticks down the final hours of the school week -- the only thing standing between them and prom. Thankfully, Yindra is going to provide a tonic, rising to her feet and going to the front of the room when Harper calls her up to finish out the finals.

Yindra: I thought I’d shake things up a little bit and do my whole “oh the places you’ll go” thing before I bring the house down. As most of you now know through the grape vine -- and yes, I’ve heard most of your gossipy opinions about this decision back through said grape vine whether you know it or not --

Dave: There are grapes in this school? Why am I only learning this now?

Yindra: But I won’t be going to college. I’m heading straight for LA this summer and taking my shot at the big time, doing the hustle until I land my first break. Some might say I could do the same here, but if I’m being honest, New York has never much felt like my town. I’m hot-blooded, and I’m going to LA where it’s warm, the palm trees sway, and I can soak up the sun in a city that really lets me shine.

But first, she’s got a couple more weeks here with this crop, and she’s going to make the most of it. So she’s kicking them off for prom night right, getting them in the right spirit with her chosen final performance.

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Last Dance” as performed by Donna Summer || Performed by Yindra Amino

Yes, queen is in her Donna era! Yindra milks the misleadingly slow and croony first minute of the number, showing off her killer vocals that have too often been overshadowed by her louder diva classmates. Once the drama has worn thin, she kicks it into disco high gear, starting to groove from her spot at the front while the A class cheers.

Then she weaves her way throughout the desks and pulls her peers into dancing with her. No discrimination here -- she’s bopping with performers and techies alike, everyone in high spirits and ready for the day to stretch into night. She even exchange a few moves with Harper, who cracks up and sends her back on her way.

At the end of the second chorus, the techie lads push together a cluster of desks so she can dramatically fall back against them. She belts out the notes to the bridge towards the ceiling, looking up at us… then as the camera starts to rotate --

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

We’re in the auditorium, Yindra transitioning mid-spin to be laying across the techie lads supporting her in a lift. She’s now wearing a glamorous golden disco jumpsuit, shimmering in the stage lights, and everyone else has donned flashy golden, silver, and black prom looks as well. Nothing like what their actual theme will be, but in this imaginary space, it’s a fiery appetizer!

The boys let Yindra down and she runs through the remainder of the song with enviable enthusiasm, demonstrating just how good she actually is in case we forgot. She also dances her way through her classmates, each of them twirling and spinning her along to the next.

She brings it home with style, tilting her head back to the sky and throwing her arms up. No matter how bright the LA sun might be, no doubt her smile will outshine it all.

Break 2.

INT. LUCAS’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Riley is all ready for prom, dressed in an absolutely gorgeous pale vintage lilac gown. It’s embroidered lace with three-quarter sleeves, floral patterns stitched into the fabric without being overstated. Her hair is done up with pale pink and silver flowers woven into it.

And, of course, she still wears the L necklace. She fiddles with it idly as she sits at the tiny kitchen table with GRACE FRIAR, the two sharing a slightly awkward but not uncomfortable silence while they wait for Lucas. They’ve already exchanged the small talk about how wonderful Riley looks and caught up on the state of Adams, so there’s not a ton left to say.

Still, it seems like Riley is searching for a way to fill the silence. She defaults to commenting on the weather -- nice that it’s such a cool evening -- but Grace ends up trumping her conversational offering with one of her own.

Grace: I need to thank you.

Riley: Sorry?

Grace: I owe you a thank you.

Riley tilts her head, unsure. Grace takes a moment to collect her thoughts, struggling to articulate what she means. Lucas certainly gets his way with words from someone… she avoids Riley’s eyes, but her tone is nothing but sincere.

Grace: Before you showed up, things were… I mean, you met Lucas. Before. Not all of that was an act, you know, something he did to seem braver than he is. Some of that anger… he inherited it. From his environment, in his blood. And the truth is, I didn’t… I wasn’t any help. I didn’t know how to help him. I still don’t. And I always worried that… at some point, we’d get to a place he couldn’t come back from. Last year…

It felt like they had. Riley listens patiently, giving Grace her full attention as she works through the words. She’s already petering out, quiet and sheepish, but she manages to keep going.

Grace: He changed when you showed up. You saved him, I guess by just being you. The fact that he’s going to California… [ clearing her throat ] So, thank you. For pulling him out of the dark. I don’t know what things would be like if you weren’t here.

Riley absorbs the sentiment, genuinely moved. It’s meaningful to have someone acknowledge her influence, to credit her where she puts in so much of her effort. Especially from someone she knows is so important, even if Grace might not see herself that way… but there are a couple of corrections she wants to make.

Riley: Thank you. It means a lot, that you see it like that. I love your son, and it’s no burden to be there for him. I’m just doing what any friend would. You don’t owe me anything. [ off her nod ] But I didn’t save him. I made my points, and gave my support where I could, but Lucas got here because of his own effort. If you’re going to give credit to anyone, it should be him.

Well put! Grace accepts that, smiling bashfully and nodding. Sometimes it’s hard to remember he is more than just a victim, when you’re living in that reality so constantly… but how nice it is, to hear someone say wholeheartedly that they love him.

Lucas emerges from his room right on cue, apologizing for keeping them waiting. He’s done his best to scrounge together an acceptable prom ensemble from what he has to work with -- which basically means a nice pair of dark pants, a black suit jacket from Jack, and his one good black button down he uses for stage managing at fancier venues. But with a little styling and hair tips from Asher, he pulls it off, the sole pop of brightness being the floral rose gold tie Jade and Riley picked out that matches her dress.

Riley’s ensemble is meant to be the standout anyway. Lucas slows as he approaches and actually gets a good look at her, Riley rising eagerly to greet him. They exchange a hug and Riley gives him a kiss on the cheek, hands lingering as they pull back from the embrace.

Lucas: Wow.

Riley: Thanks. Same to you.

They’re definitely serving some Hades and Persephone realness. It seems like there’s more Lucas wants to say -- if words weren’t useless -- but Grace getting to her feet reminds him that his mother is right there and he gets significantly more awkward. The three of them briefly discuss what the timing of the evening will roughly look like, if / when Lucas figures he’ll be home, and then Grace suggests that she get a picture. Lucas is obviously resistant, but she insists, claiming he might find he wants it later. Riley is more than happy to participate, handing over her phone to Grace.

Riley lovingly adjusts his tie and then playfully reminds him not to look like he’s dying, to which he grumbles in response. But he abides by her wishes, managing a small smile as Grace takes a couple photos. When she hands the phone back, Riley gives Lucas a quick kiss as a reward and swiftly flips through the pictures to look for herself.

Unsurprisingly, the unposed one is actually the best. Grace captured the moment that she was fixing his tie, that image feeling more authentic a snapshot of the two of them than any posed photograph could. Grace softly comments her preference for that one, Riley beaming and nodding in agreement.

INT. MINKUS HOME - NIGHT

Another camera snaps, capturing a photo of Maya and Farkle posing together in their prom ensembles. Maya’s sporting a gorgeous pink ball gown with roses sewn along it, while Farkle matches with a baby pink suit and floral vest. They’re much more photogenic and far more willing to get the best shot, the thing almost feeling more like a photoshoot. URI MINKUS comments from where he’s slouched against the edge of the dining table, arms crossed.

Uri: It’s not Vogue, you know, it’s just dad with a Canon EOS.

Farkle waves him off, Maya shooing him like a fly. They flock to STUART MINKUS to take a look at the shots, chattering about which ones are the best of the bunch. JENNIFER MINKUS and KATY HART watch from the sidelines.

Jennifer: They do look good together, don’t they?

Katy: Absolutely. Beautiful couple of kids.

Jennifer: Gorgeous. All credit to us. [ off Katy’s laugh ] You know, I know they always deny it, but I’m still not convinced we might be doing this again in a few years time with wedding bells ringing. I’m a bit of a shadchanit myself, so I sense these things.

Katy: … right…

Photographic folly concluded, Maya insists that they need to get going since she’s prom committee and if they aren’t there, it’ll all just fall apart. Farkle confirms that the limo is waiting downstairs, to which Maya sighs dreamily and holds a hand to her heart.

Maya: The limo… God, being your best friend is unbeatable. You’re the love of my life.

Farkle: Yeah, yeah, yeah…

Farkle ushers her out, the group of them waving goodbye. Jennifer shares a half-knowing look with Katy after the love comment, but Katy just tries not to laugh.

INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - ISADORA’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Both Isadora and Chai are in their outfits for prom -- the former in a black jumpsuit with a floral pattern in the bodice, and the latter in a beautiful gold dress with Old Hollywood charm. Chai sits across from Isadora on her bed, applying the finishing touches to her makeup.

She really is a talented artist, matching the floral theme of the night with soft makeup and flowers braided into Isadora’s hair. Her dark roots have made the green more subtle, which only accentuates the look. Chai’s hair and makeup is already done, Isadora admiring the sparkles in Chai’s highlights.

Isadora: Will you get to do more stuff like this at Guildhall?

Chai: I’m not sure. It’s so varied and there’s a lot of options, but I hope so. But even if not, I’ll still do it as a hobby. I’m thinking about starting a YouTube channel, too.

Isadora: Oh, did Dylan talk to you about it? I asked him to mention it to you.

Chai, touched: That was you? I wondered why he was talking to me out of the blue. He was really helpful, just told me to be myself and stuff like that. He even offered to do a video with me where I do his makeup.

Isadora smiles, glad that one of her best friends and her sort of girlfriend were getting on. Chai finishes Isadora’s makeup and gently wipes a mark by her eye.

Isadora: You’ll be great. As soon as people get to know you, I’m sure they’ll all love you just as much as I do.

They both freeze. Did she really just say…? Isadora gives an awkward laugh and jumps down from the bed, putting some space between them as Chai packs up her things. Both of them are blushing, not sure whether they should say something or just move on. Chai can’t help the small smile on her lips, and when she risks a glance across as Isadora, Isadora smiles, too.

When neither of them are in their heads and they’re just spending time together, it really is good between them. Chai’s phone buzzes.

Chai: That’s Darby. I should go --

Isadora: [ with a nod ] Yeah, of course. I need to get to the techie thing anyways.

They share another shy smile, then Chai hurries out, leaving Isadora red in the face and even more confused.

INT. GARDNER HOME - NIGHT

John and Agatha prepare to head out, the former avidly thanking Eleanor and Ambrose for hosting him and allowing him to join on such an auspicious occasion. He’s looking forward to many more in the future! After Charlie, Rosie, and Daisy each get a goodbye hug with Agatha, John steps forward and pats Charlie’s shoulder bracingly.

John: My good man, I’m sending you every good wish. Best of luck with all the travels and adventures you’re about to embark on.

Charlie: Thanks, John. I appreciate it.

John: Please do keep us updated about your whereabouts. I’d love to dig into the details of your journey whenever you get the chance, even if it’s when you return. You know, I actually have an encyclopedia about European maps you might find useful, perhaps Aggie can send it along --

Agatha: [ gently cutting in ] We’ll be in touch, surely.

Agatha pries John from Charlie, then quietly grants him one more wish of good luck and notes that she’s proud of him. Now that he’s taken the reins of his own destiny a bit, Charlie can finally start to believe people mean it when they say it.

Once the couple heads out and some tranquility returns to the Gardner home once again, Eleanor claps her hands together and claims the trip was a good one when all is said and done. She doesn’t comment on Charlie’s little announcement, which he can’t decide if he’s grateful for or not. After a slightly pithy comment about how things should be a bit quieter around here this weekend now that their company has taken their leave, the family disbands, finally free to do their own thing again.

Rosie: I’m sleeping for a thousand years. Goodnight.

Oh, but there’ll be little sleep for the seniors tonight! Not when there’s a party to be had…

INT. ORLANDO HOME - NIGHT

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Come On Eileen” as performed by Dexys Midnight Runners || Instrumental

And that festive energy is at full volume at Dylan’s place, where the techie pre-prom gathering is well on its way. The techie playlist is blasting, everyone looking swell in their spring-themed attire and just about ready to head out. Asher does some last-minute nitpicks to Dylan’s hair, licking his thumb and trying to smooth a cowlick. Nigel is also present, allowed as Jade’s date and techie in-law like Riley.

Isadora seems more than content just to be there, surrounded by her misfit crew once again. She hangs at the edges of the gathering and mainly just observes their antics, trying to soak up as much of them as she can while they’re all still together in one place.

Jade wanders over to join her, complimenting her jumpsuit and blazer combo. Isadora returns the sentiment to her butterfly-accented dress -- though it’s hardly surprising that she’d look good. Knowing a good look is her thing after all… Jade remarks that she’s glad Isadora could be there this year. It’s been weird, not having her fellow sister around to deal with the imps. She knows that’s just a part of growing up, and she’s glad Isadora has found other ways to channel her passion and made new friends in the process, but it’s still nice for them to come back together the way they started sometimes.

That clearly means a lot to Isadora, especially given how rocky her reputation with the techie has been at points in the last couple years. She shyly thanks her, then looks out at said imps, the girls watching Nate twerk at Jeff to end an argument while Dave loudly asks what they’re even arguing about and Lucas rolls his eyes from where he’s listening with Riley.

Isadora: You’re right. I hope we always come back together like this.

Only time will tell. For now, they’ve got prom business to attend to! Dylan wolf whistles and gathers them all in a circle in the living area, earning complaints.

Nate: I should have never taught you how to do that. You’re abusing the whistle.

Dylan: There’s nothing wrong with a whistle. Never a bad time for a whistle.

Asher: I think some whistles are better left unheard, babe.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Down to business. Dylan reminds them all of the solemn tradition they started last year, crowning their own royalty since the system is rigged and a techie never had a chance in this performer-eat-performer world. As the recipients of last year’s honor, Asher and Dylan took it upon themselves to continue the ceremony and pass it on.

Dylan: After careful deliberation and thorough observation over the last year to determine the best candidates --

Jeff: We were being tested? You need waivers for that, I didn’t agree to this.

Dave: Tested? Shit, I didn’t study.

Nate: Do you ever?

Dylan: Asher and I have made our selections as to who shall succeed us on the throne. These two have made enormous strides in the last year, both personally and within the group. They’ve rallied the troops, made magic happen, and defied the odds for the good of Adams kind and their own expectations.

Nate: If it’s not me, this shit is rigged...

Asher: Congratulations, Riley and Lucas, you’re fucking royalty.

The techies burst into cheers, Riley touched and bashful while Lucas mainly looks embarrassed. But, you know, no more so embarrassed than any other time Dylan and Asher give him affection, so it’s about the reaction you’d expect. Dylan has the honor of passing the crown off to Riley while Asher does Lucas, Lucas’s going on his lapel and Dylan threading his on Riley’s necklace so it won’t ruin her dress. Dylan also goes a step further and pretends to accolade her, tapping his hand on her head then her shoulders. She beams, giving him a brisk kiss on the cheek when he’s concluded.

With that, it’s time for the carriage to set off and the revelry to commence!

Dylan: To the party van!

Aye, aye! The crew heads out, whooping and hollering as they go. Jade keeps her arm linked with Nigel’s so he doesn’t get trampled in the techie commotion he’s still growing accustomed to, and Riley links her hand with Lucas’s as she laughs and follows the boys out the door.

INT. GARDNER HOME - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Ambrose is enjoying the returned peace of his home after the hectic last few days, treating himself to a mug of hot chocolate as he peruses a book. Charlie descends from the stairs with his overnight bag, slipping on his shoes and all ready to head out for the weekend. He pauses when he spots his dad alone at the table, though, thinking for a moment before shrugging his bag off his shoulder and leaving it by the door.

He comes to join Ambrose, casually sliding into a seat as his dad greets him warmly. He asks if he’s on his way out, which he confirms he is.

Charlie: So, um… you think mom’s gonna survive my big announcement?

Ambrose: You mean no more Yale? I don’t know… [ a beat of suspense, then with a smile ] She’ll be fine. You know how your mom gets sometimes, with a plan in her head. It takes her some time to adjust when the vision doesn’t unfold exactly how she imagined it, but she will come around. Give her a little time.

Charlie nods, glad to hear that expert opinion. Ambrose goes on to say he was shocked by it too, if he’s being honest, but the more he’s thought about it the more it seems like the right choice. Charlie eyes him uncertainly, cautiously hopeful.

Charlie: You think so?

Ambrose: I do. I thought more about that conversation we had, talking about how you’ve got that explorer in you… in that context, it’s almost silly I didn’t think of it sooner. Wish I’d been able to just give you that guidance ages ago rather than letting it tear you up for so long.

Charlie: You do a good job, dad. I don’t give you much to work with.

Ambrose: [ waving him off ] Either way, I’m proud of you. That hasn’t changed. And if this is what God’s path for you includes, if this is what makes you happy, I can’t wait for you to see it through. You’ll have to let me come visit a few days though, whenever you decide to do some climbing. I always wanted to see some European mountains.

Charlie: [ with a laugh ] Sounds like a plan. I’ll keep that in mind. Provided you can keep up.

Ambrose: It’s good to see you happy. I know you were struggling with a lot of stuff, this year, so it’s nice… you know, that you’re figuring it out. You know all I care about is that you’re happy.

Yeah. Yeah, so he always says… Charlie grows more serious, twisting his fingers together on the tabletop. He clears his throat, willing himself to speak.

Charlie: It was our conversation that really made me consider it. The stuff you said. About God’s plan, and… and family.

Ambrose: Mhm?

Charlie: Yeah. I know it’s not the same conclusion you reached, or Aggie, but… it made me realize there’s no excuse for me not to go. To see this stuff now. I mean, family is important to me, but… it’s not going to be as simple, for me, as you or Agatha.

Ambrose: Well, I wouldn’t discount yourself like that. Way mom’s always talking about it, it’s surprising you aren’t married now. The way the girls at church are in love with you. Bet if you decided you wanted it, you could easily find --

Charlie: [ gently interrupting ] It’s not going to be the same, dad.

Ambrose is confused, wondering why Charlie seems so sure of that. He takes a deep breath, contemplating if he really wants to do this…

Charlie: I’m never going to have a wife. Because I don’t… love girls. [ hastily ] And I tried, I thought if I did all the right things and put the effort in and met the right girl, it would all make sense. And it did, kind of… only it wasn’t a girl.

Ambrose’s expression is hard to read, not sure if this conversation is going where he thinks it’s going. But Charlie has gotten this far, and it would feel pathetic to chicken out now. He clears his throat again, locking his hands together to hide the fact that they’re shaking.

Charlie: The way that I’m supposed to... how I’m supposed to feel about girls… is how I feel about guys. [ a beat ] I’m gay.

It’s impressive he even managed to get the words out, given how his voice has basically dropped to a whisper. But Ambrose hears it all right, surprise permeating his features as he tries to process it. Charlie watches him with rapt attention, waiting for the sky to fall.

Ambrose: Oh.

For a moment, that’s it. Not the worst reaction, but not very insightful either.

Charlie: Yeah.

Ambrose: … okay. Okay, well, you know we can... we can fix it. You know? If we -- if we contact the right people, I’m sure there’s a way for us to --

Oh, no. Wrong direction, very wrong direction. Not borne out of bad intentions, but exactly the opposite way Charlie wants this to go. He quickly cuts in, desperate to dissuade that train of thought before it gets much further.

Charlie: No, no. No, dad. I’m not trying to… this is me. This is who I am. [ quietly firm ] I’m not trying to change it.

Ambrose: … oh. [ blankly nodding along ] Oh. Okay…

Crisis averted, at least temporarily. It’s still hard to figure out exactly how it’s going, though, with Ambrose so muted. Charlie obviously wants more from him, like some clear sign that he hasn’t just completely ruined everything, but Ambrose is still stuck on processing.

Charlie: I just… I didn’t want to hide from you. Anymore. I know some people do… their wholes lives, but… I can’t do it. I don’t want to live like that anymore. Especially if it means lying to you. [ a beat ] I want you to know me for who I really am.

Ambrose nods slowly, really working hard to try and catch up. But it’s easier said than done, to realign your entire understanding of something.

Charlie: I hope that’s… I hope that’s okay.

Ambrose: No, it’s… of course. I’m… glad that you… felt like you could tell me. That you wanted me to know.

Charlie, delicately: I always did.

Ambrose: Is it… is it okay if I have a little time? To… to absorb --

Charlie: Oh. Yeah. Yeah, of course. Whatever time you need. [ off his nod ] Just, um… [ swallowing ] please don’t… tell anyone else. Yet.

What he really means goes without saying. Please don’t tell mom. Ambrose nods, assuring him he’ll keep it to himself. He clears his throat and gets to his feet, taking his mug to the sink and leaving Charlie to sit in it.

Just when it seems like that’s that, Ambrose pauses to reconsider. He stops in the doorway, turning to look at his son again.

Ambrose: Charlie?

Charlie: Um, yeah? Yes?

For a moment, they just look at each other. Seeing each other in a new light, perhaps actually seeing each other for the first time. Then Ambrose gives him another nod.

Ambrose: Love you, kiddo.

There’s the sign he was waiting for. Charlie musters a smile.

Charlie, shaky: Love you too, dad.

Ambrose returns the smile, retreating to the family room. Once he’s alone, Charlie lets out the heaviest sigh, hiding his head in his hands but smiling wider. Releasing a breath he’d been holding for too many years.

INT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

The quiet relief is in stark contrast to the hype of prom, which is carrying on swimmingly and well into the event. The venue is illuminated in ambient lighting of golden and rose pink hues, the decor appropriately fresh and floral. And everyone looks absolutely radiant in their formal wear, definitely the true star blooms of the promenade garden.

Maya informs Farkle that the time to announce prom court is coming up, so she needs to go to stage to do the honors. Once she’s flurried off, Isadora makes her way through the crowd and meets with Farkle, taking his sleeve to get his attention.

Isadora: Were you able to finish setting it up?

Farkle: Yep. I did it when Maya and I got here early.

Isadora: Perfect. [ with an eyebrow raise ] Ready for the final prank?

Farkle mirrors her smirk, the two of them scurrying off. Oh, Neptune…

Focus shifts to Maya as she takes the microphone at the stage, getting everyone’s attention and reminding them to thank their local prom committee member for putting together such a thrilling evening of glamor and organic beauty -- including, notably, her! The assembled crowd applauds accordingly, Nigel elbowing Jade since it’s her idea that came together so well.

Then Maya moves onto the more exciting part of her announcement -- the time has come to announce their senior prom court. Zay jogs up on stage to join her, doing the task of holding the case with the crown and tiara while she gives a little spiel about how the winners are chosen, what an honor it is to be their former reigning royalty, blah blah blah…

Nate: Get on with it, already!

The seniors laugh and cheer, Nate giving a curtsy as Maya shoots him a glare. But message received. She clears her throat, gesturing for the envelope. The live band does a fanfare drum roll, holding us all in suspense…

Maya’s showmanship falters for a second as she makes a face of disgust. Then she pulls it together, forcing a starlit smile as she holds up the envelope.

Maya: I’m not going to make this any longer than necessary. Asher Garcia and Dylan Orlando. You’re the kings. [ moving away from the mic ] Someone get me a fucking shot of bleach.

They are the kings! Say that! It only takes a second for the class to erupt in cheers. Asher is shocked, Jade and Isadora having to push him to get him moving while Dylan shares a bouncing group hug with the techie lads. Then he breaks free and takes Asher’s hand, the two of them running up to the stage. Riley claps probably the loudest out of all of them, bright with enthusiasm.

Zay is the one to pass the crown off to Asher, placing it on his head -- being careful not to ruin his hair -- and then bracing his shoulders and reminding him to breathe. Dylan spares Maya the pain of having to crown him, simply accepting the tiara with a grin and daintily placing it on his messy hair himself.

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Dance With Me” as performed by Sir, Please || Performed by Nigel Chey, Nick Yogi, & Dave Williams

Then it’s time for the royal first dance! And there is simply no better joyful bop than Sir, Please’s breakout hit. The live band lets Dave jump up with guitar to play along while Nigel takes lead vocals to top his performance from last prom, Yogi providing harmonized back up vocals.

Dylan scoops up Asher and carries him bridal style off the stage and back to the dance floor, the rest of the A class flooding back to groove with them. Riley and Lucas fight their way through the throng to reunite with Dylan and Asher, congratulating them on their win. Now they’re all royalty!

Riley: I love your tiara.

Dylan: I know. It’s like it was made for me. [ taking out his phone ] Selfie for the queens.

He and Riley cheese to the camera, Lucas and Asher watching them in fond amusement.

From behind the stage, Farkle and Isadora have met up, ready to carry out their final act. They’ve got their hands on a sturdy rope, which trailing upwards connects to two large buckets hanging above the stage and the dance floor.

Farkle: Are we sure about this?

Isadora: Mutual destruction, baby. Let’s do this.

Oh, so they might really actually be Carrie-ing this thing... Maya spots them from where she’s standing with Zay and Yindra, noticing their tomfoolery seconds too late.

Maya: Wait, no!

They pull on the ropes, tilting the buckets over… and spilling flower petals all over the promgoers. They’re surprised at first, but then delighted, the spectacle a perfect final touch to the decor and theme of the event. Yogi scoops up a handful and throws them at Dave, showering him in florals.

Overall, it’s the only “prank” the duo orchestrated that goes over favorably. Farkle and Isadora double high five, basking in the success of a prank well pulled. Maya releases a sigh of relief, pulling back together her composed demeanor and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Maya: I knew they were going to do that, obviously. I meant for that to happen.

Zay: Uh huh.

The band brings it home with a flourish, clashing through the final notes.

EXT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Charlie is walking down the street, grinning as he facetimes with Clarissa and Haley in the midst of prom. It’s loud and hard to hear them completely, but he wanted to take the chance to thank them again for being his cover story. They assure him they’re happy to do it.

Haley, giggly: Do you think -- ha ha ha -- do you think your mom thinks you’re going to have sex with us?

Clarissa: Haley! Forgive her, she’s tipsy.

Haley: No I’m not. I’m high on promenade!

Clarissa: Promenade is not what you poured in your punch.

Charlie: Take it slow, all right, Hales? But no, I don’t think anyone is under the impression sex is on my agenda tonight. Correctly.

He rings the buzzer, the door clicking open to let him a moment later. He thanks them one more time and tells them to have fun -- but not too much fun. Clarissa promises him she’ll make sure Haley doesn’t overdo it, then they blow him kisses and end the call.

INT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

BRIDGETTE GARDNER lets Charlie into her apartment, asking how the infamous graduation camping trip went. He claims it went really well, all things considered -- which she should very well known, since he already told her the update about his new post-grad plans.

Bridgette: Yes, yes, yes. Speaking of, I have something for you. I consulted with all my friends who have studied abroad to put together a comprehensive care package to aid you on your travels so I wouldn’t have to worry my pretty little head about you.

Charlie: Oh, well, that’s nice --

Don’t speak too soon, Charlie. When Bridgette says comprehensive, she means whatever comprehensive means to college students. She plops a basket on the coffee table, allowing him to peruse it -- a guide to different alcoholic beverages across Europe; a baggie of weed; lube. Charlie scoffs, shaking his head.

Charlie: I don’t think I could even get past customs with this stuff. What do you all think I’m going to be doing out there?

Bridgette: Oh, I think we all know exactly what you’re going to be doing out there, Chuckles. You should accept the wisdom of my cultured collegiate companions with gratitude, not criticism. Especially Jane, you know she’s in a fragile place right now.

Yes, Bridgette’s friend Jane has been the subject of conversation for the last few hours. Apparently, she just had a major fight with her boyfriend, so she’s in a total state and Bridgette is going to be driving over to spend the night with her and play support system. Jane is kind of a basket case, so it’s going to take a village.

Still, Charlie is welcome to stay there, which he’s glad for given that it gives him the chance to have some space from home after he dropped the gay bomb on dad. Bridgette commends him for that step, and promises him that she’ll be back tomorrow morning and then they’ll have all weekend to do their own thing.

Bridgette: Which, speaking of homosexuality, I’m thinking -- gay bar? We can drive to one in Jersey. I was looking into a couple I think could be fun options.

Charlie: Um, Earth to Bridge? I’m eighteen.

Bridgette: Just shy of nineteen, actually. And that’s odd, because according to this… fake, it says you’re twenty-three?

She retrieves said fake ID from her back pocket with a flourish, holding it out for him to take. Charlie’s jaw drops, snatching it from her and getting a better look. Somehow, it looks miraculously legit -- it even has a believable picture of him, ripped from one of his Haverford portraits and photoshopped a bit, that he knows he didn’t give to her to use.

Charlie: Where did you get this?

Bridgette: I know people. I’m very well connected. If you ever need a crocodile, just drop me a line. I’ve got a hook up.

Who the hell is out here in New York giving these young adults the croc download… Charlie shakes his head in disbelief, still marveling over the ID. Sensing she might have won him over, Bridgette continues the sell.

Bridgette: Anyway, there’s some fun picks in Jersey. You like ABBA, right? One of them I was looking at has this whole disco thing around them on Saturdays -- but you think about it, and we’ll decide tomorrow. No pressure. We can always do something boring like go eat a dainty little meal or whatever.

For now, she’s got to go play “dump him.” She gives Charlie the quick rundown of stuff in her apartment again, and directs him to the spare room where he’ll be staying. It’s vacant but still furnished since her roommate moved out a couple weeks ago, so it’s his to borrow until she finds the next poor soul she’s going to torture.

Once all the details are ironed out, all there is left to do is leave. Bridgette is about to do just that, but she hesitates and doubles back, pulling Charlie into an unexpected hug.

Bridgette: Thank you. For reaching out, and being you.

If he hadn’t braved the unknown and tried to find her, she knows she wouldn’t have reconnected with any of them -- and she didn’t realize how badly she needed that. Charlie smiles, returning the embrace tightly.

INT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

A slow dance is currently underway, most of the pairs out on the dance floor and swaying to the beat. Nigel and Jade are dancing almost ballroom style, Jade pulling him closer to whisper something in his ear that earns a smile. Then they’re interrupted by Jade’s phone buzzing, which she pulls back to check on. She tells him she’s going to go take the call and she’ll be right back, Nigel letting her go without complaint.

Riley has her arms around Lucas’s shoulders, who she gives a fond smirk.

Riley: You’ve done a very good job tonight, you know.

Lucas: Hm?

Riley: Playing along. Doing the good social boyfriend thing. I know this isn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

Lucas: What? What are you talking about, I’ve been looking forward to this all year.

Riley laughs at his deadpan delivery. She shakes her head, nudging him lightly.

Riley: Thank you for playing along. You’re a good boyfriend.

Lucas: As long as I can keep convincing you of that, then guess I’m doing at least one thing right.

Riley: … still, I won’t prolong your torture forever. [ with a touch of mischief ] Wanna get out of here? There’s something else I think I’d rather be doing with you right now…

Now Riley… whatever could you mean by that… regardless, she had Lucas at “get out of here.” He nods, the two of them subtly making their exit from the dance floor.

They pass by Zay as they go, but he doesn’t even notice. He’s zoned out as he dances with Yindra, lost in his own head, and she doesn’t miss it. She lightly pats his cheek to get his attention, causing him to jump slightly.

Yindra: Hi, hello. Come in, Zayby. It’s me, your goddess date, Yindra.

Zay: Let’s not oversell ourselves.

Yindra: You good? You’re like a million miles away. Not that I blame you, I mean, it’s not like you’re exactly my ideal slow dance partner.

Zay: You’re kidding. Where’d I fail?

Yindra: Too much testosterone. It’s okay, you can’t help it. And your excuse is…?

Zay blinks, thinking on it. He looks around them, at the scenery and the celebration and coveted tradition of it all… but it’s almost like he’s not fully there. For a reason he knows all too well, it’s like part of him is on another planet.

Zay: I just… I think there’s somewhere else I’m supposed to be.

In fact, once he says it out loud, Zay is convinced. He’s got to go. He apologizes to Yindra, telling her there’s something he needs to do.

Yindra: This isn’t about Turner, is it? That trauma is over, Zay. You’re having PTSD.

Zay: No, no. This is -- this is more important than that. It’s something I can’t afford to miss. [ starting to back away ] I owe you.

Yindra: Everybody does. For many things. But go on, do whatever you gotta do.

She’s not going to hold it against him. Zay blows her a kiss, pushing through the crowd and disappearing. He nearly runs into Jade as she rushes back onto the dance floor, colliding with Nigel and running into Dylan and Asher at the same time.

Asher: Jesus, Jade, what the hell?

Dylan: If this is over the fact that we’re royalty and you aren’t, it doesn’t have to get bloody. Here, you can have my tiara. [ pretending to fight to take it off ] Wait, oh no, I think it’s grafted to me, I’m the chosen one --

Jade: No, no. I just got a call from that apprenticeship --

Asher: The one with Anya Kelly? That --

Dylan: You had to make that huge ass portfolio to apply for?

Jade: Yes, yes, yes. Shut up. [ stammering ] I got the apprenticeship. They chose me.

Asher: Shut up.

Nigel: They chose you?!

Jade: They chose me! I’m apprentice to Anya Kelly!

Ahhh! Asher and Jade exchange a bone-crushing hug, then Jade basically leaps onto Nigel. He catches her, kissing her head and congratulating her. Dylan eagerly pats her back and then jogs through the crowd to tell the other techies.

He makes it to Isadora and Farkle where they’re by the drinks, hastily sharing the good news. Isadora is happy for her, she and Farkle giving Jade a thumbs up from across the room. Then Dylan is off again, telling Dora they’ll talk more after prom.

Farkle: Good for Jade. She definitely deserves it.

Isadora: I’ve never heard of Anya Kelly. Is she good?

Farkle: If you’re going to be rich, you should get familiar with her. She’s one of the fastest up and coming designers in Manhattan. She does custom pieces for celebrities all the time, especially in the Broadway circuit. And she runs a costuming house, their pieces are super competitive to rent for productions all around the globe. Jade is guaranteed to learn a ton -- not to mention it’s a huge connection for her network. The only thing is…

Isadora: What?

Farkle: Well, Anya is known for being a little bit...

Isadora: She’s bonkers, isn’t she?

Farkle: I was going to say eclectic, but both apply. [ with a shrug ] It’s okay, Jade can handle it. We broke her in well after four years.

True enough! It’s not like they made her job easy. Farkle takes a sip of his punch, Isadora observing him. Weirdly enough, ever since that night in her room, she seems to always be finding herself looking at him. Like she can’t look away… she elbows him, getting his attention.

Isadora: I had fun this week. I needed that. More than I think I realized.

Farkle: Me too. Who knew I had a little rebel in me?

Isadora: Not one person.

Farkle: Must’ve learned from the best. [ a beat ] And honestly, I probably got secondhand exposure from the few moments I’ve had with Lucas.

Isadora laughs. She shrugs, searching for the words she suddenly feels like she needs to say. Like there’s something on the tip of her tongue, and she’s running out of time to get it out.

Isadora: It was just nice to… forget about everything else for a while. Everything that’s happened, but everything that’s coming too. I feel like I can never do that.

Farkle: Because your brain won’t let you?

Isadora: Yeah. Kind of. But it’s different with you. [ slightly heavier ] It’s always different with you.

Farkle smiles. He claims that’s his unique charm -- but also just the power of being good friends. Life is always easier with true blue friends, he’s come to realize. Isadora agrees, but from the small crease in her brow, it’s obvious she’s still contemplating. It doesn’t feel quite as simple as that… Farkle puts his drink down and says he has to go head up to stage.

Farkle: I’m up. Showtime.

He does a little jazz hands flourish and starts to move towards the stage, but Isadora suddenly reaches out and takes his wrist to stop him.

Isadora: Farkle.

Farkle: [ turning around ] Yeah?

She’s looking at him, certain there was a reason she pulled him back… yet in the moment, all words have left her. She doesn’t know what she was going to say, or why she wanted to say it -- all she knows is that her heart is pounding, and it feels like it’s been pounding all week. That she knows there’s something important in front of her, but she’s an amnesiac who’s forgotten how to identify it.

Isadora: … break a leg.

Farkle pithily salutes, slipping from her grasp. Isadora doesn’t follow, frowning and clenching her hands at her sides. Maybe if she grounds herself hard enough, it’ll stop feeling like the room is spinning all the sudden.

The band wraps up their last song as Farkle makes his way onto the stage. He nods to the band and they flip to whatever song he prepared for the set while he approaches the microphone.

Farkle: Greetings, compatriots. It’s me, Farkle Minkus, your resident lunatic. It’s my turn to provide a little entertainment tonight, so I thought I’d strike a balance and kick up the groove while still letting the hopeless romantics stretch out another slow dance -- you know, if you must subject the rest of us to that.

The crowd chuckles at his delivery, now long used to Farkle Minkus. He clears his throat and tosses a wink to the keyboardist to start them off.

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Painkiller” as performed by Ruel || Performed by Farkle Minkus

Farkle’s rendition is smooth and effortless as he eases into the groovy Ruel track, striking that exact balance of slow and funky he promised. What’s really compelling is his easy confidence, though, more relaxed and sure in his delivery than ever. He’s certainly come a long way in the last four years, and now it’s like he can finally let go during a performance.

INT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Charlie has unpacked and is now picking through the care package, still bemused at most of the items inside. He’s distracted when there’s what sounds like a tap at the window, causing him to look over his shoulder. But there’s nothing there… as there shouldn’t be, since he’s on the third floor and there’s no balcony or fire escape to scale here.

Must’ve imagined it… he goes back the desk when he hears it again. Clink. He whips back towards the window, positive he didn’t make it up this time. Hesitantly, he approaches the window, carefully pulling open the pane…

And ducking out of the way just as a pebble comes flying through the window, narrowly missing his face.

Charlie: Oh, what the frick --

EXT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

From down below, Zay cringes, fist full of pebbles from the community garden out front. Well, he’d probably be more concerned if it wasn’t lowkey funny.

Zay: Whoopsie.

Charlie reemerges from his protective position, leaning out the window. His jaw drops when he sees who it is, then he frowns, bewildered.

Charlie: Zay? What are you doing here? And why are you throwing rocks at me?

Zay: I wasn’t throwing them at you, I was throwing them at the window. Trust me, if I were aiming for you, I wouldn’t miss.

How sweet. Charlie shakes his head, trying to catch up.

Charlie: That doesn’t answer my question. Aren’t you supposed to be at prom?

Zay: It’s prom night, Charlie. We’ve got a tradition. [ holding his arms out ] You owe me a dance.

What in God’s name… Charlie blinks, waving him off and holding up a hand.

Charlie: What are you… just… give me a second.

He disappears from the window, presumably to come meet him. Zay lowers his arms, blithely dropping the remaining pebbles and letting them scatter across the sidewalk.

Zay: Please. Take all the seconds you need...

Zay glances around at the nearly empty street. Most of the college folks must be out partying… he waves cheekily at an old woman eyeing him warily from across the street. To be fair to her, he is some random teenager standing in a floral suit throwing rocks, so maybe the distrust isn’t out of pocket.

Charlie pushes out onto the street moments later, making sure to stick something in the door so it won’t lock him out entirely. He comes to join Zay on the sidewalk, taking a long moment to take him in in all his promenade glamor. Then he raises his eyebrows.

Zay: Hi. Fancy meeting you here.

Charlie: What a coincidence. Are you going to explain why that is?

Zay: I told you. We’ve got a commitment to uphold. You owe me a dance, preferably in an unconventional outdoor space with no music.

Charlie: Some dance.

Zay: As tradition mandates. Don’t tell me you don’t remember.

Charlie: Of course I remember. But… doing something one time doesn’t make it a tradition.

Zay: True. So I guess it’s in your hands whether we make history or not.

Charlie: And you came all the way here for this?

Zay: For you? Oh, no. No, I just hopped a ride share to Tribeca to wander the streets for the hell of it because I’m so random like that. Thought it would be a really effective use of my evening.

Imagine if he could go one day without being sarcastic… but it does its job, which is to win Charlie over. He can’t help but crack a smile, laughing in spite of himself which in turns earns a smile from Zay.

Zay: It’s just a dance, Chuckles. That’s all I’m asking for.

Yes, but dancing is a dangerous game… Zay holds out his hand, leaving the ball in Charlie’s court as to whether he’ll take it or not.

As if there was ever really a doubt. Charlie glances at his hand then meets his eyes again, tentatively placing his hand in his.

INT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

Farkle continues to perform in between, moving to the bass groove and being a bit theatrical with the microphone stand. It’s over the top in an endearing way, and it goes over pretty well with the crowd. Maya nods along to the beat and waves her hand, Yindra having joined her and swaying them side to side with her arm wrapped around her waist.

Isadora is captivated by the performance, but not necessarily because of the virtues of the showmanship. It’s more that she still can’t stop staring at Farkle, inability to do so becoming more and more pointed. Something is creeping up on her, an epiphany that she knows from the way it’s causing her to tense up that when it arrives, it’s going to shatter everything.

EXT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Zay and Charlie ease into their slow dance, having to find how they fit together again after so much time apart. So it’s a bit stiff to start, more formal and stilted than they normally would be, but they work to gloss over that through casual small talk.

Zay: Hope I’m not taking you away from your sister. Suppose I should’ve called first.

Charlie: That might’ve been courteous, yes. Glad you acknowledge that.

Zay: Eh. Not really how we do things.

Looking at their track record, can’t argue with that. What’s a heads up between friends… jilted ex-lovers… whatever the hell they are. Charlie shrugs.

Charlie: It’s fine though. She’s actually not even here.

Zay: So you’re just… hanging out at her place by yourself? Wild Friday night.

Charlie: That wasn’t the plan, but she had to go. Friend emergency.

Zay: Ah.

Charlie: Would you believe that was the plan? Is that a believable Friday night for me?

Zay: How do you want me to answer?

Cheeky… Charlie narrows his eyes at him, which Zay mirrors playfully. But their posture with each other grows more natural with each passing moment, betraying any misconception that they’re at odds. Charlie clears his throat pointedly, continuing.

Charlie: Anyway, it’s for the best. It’s kind of nice to be out of the house for a bit, to get some space… [ off his questioning look ] since I told my dad.

He doesn’t have to say what. Zay instantly stops, expression growing serious and mouth parting in surprise. He tightens his hold on Charlie, bracing him on instinct, like they’re both about to drop through the ground and freefall into nothing.

Zay: What?

Charlie: Yeah. Yeah, I did it tonight.

Zay: Holy fucking shit. Well, was he -- how did it go? Are you okay?

Charlie: I’m okay. [ unable to hold back his smile ] I think it could’ve gone better, but it also could’ve gone way worse. It’s about… what I expected, when the anxiety wasn’t talking. I can work with it. But… it felt good. To finally do it.

Zay honestly can’t believe it. As if he wasn’t attractive enough before… Zay shakes his head.

Zay, softer: Shit, Charlie.

Charlie: I know. [ with a scoff of a laugh ] Who would’ve thought, right?

Zay did. At least, he hoped. He hoped he’d get here, that Charlie could make it to this place… but he never knew for sure. Now that he has, now that it’s real, it’s almost overwhelming to accept. It’s suddenly hotter out here than before… Charlie raises his eyebrows.

Charlie: Aren’t we supposed to be dancing?

Oh, right. Not just standing there frozen, half-tangled in an embrace under the guise of dance and staring at each other. Zay lets Charlie guide them back into a sway, a little more of the distance between them chipping away...

INT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

As Farkle launches into the second chorus. He finds Isadora in the crowd and smiles, tossing her a silly wink as part of the crooner bit he’s playing up.

But it’s not funny to Isadora. She digs her nails into her palms, anxiety blossoming in her chest as everything hits her all at once. Maybe everything is different with Farkle because it’s different, way more than she ever let herself recognize. Maybe the prospect of him going to California feels so daunting not because of the distance, but because it’s him going so far away. Maybe spending time with him feels so easy, feels so right, because that’s how she wants it all the time. That’s where she feels at home -- and she’s never really had much of a home. She always wants to be near him, more comfortable with him than any other person she has in her life.

Maybe she loves him, like she always knew she did, but it’s no longer just platonic.

She’s going to have a panic attack. She can feel it. She backs away and pushes through the remaining edges of the crowd and out towards the doors, desperate for fresh air -- provided she doesn’t faint first.

Chai spots her hasty exit, watching her go in concern.

EXT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

As the song winds down to the slower bridge, Zay and Charlie have found their rhythm again. As much as one needs for a slow dance, anyway, but essentially all of the space between them has dwindled away. Now it’s closer to a full embrace with the thin excuse of a dance to coat it, shielding them from having to address what it means.

But with the two of them, it’s never just a dance.

Zay leans back slightly so he can look at him, noses brushing, barely centimeters of space keeping them apart. The air feels so thick, it’s like there’s no room to breathe, weighted with tension…

So Zay breaks it, giving in. He slowly closes the space between them, grazing their lips together… then leans into it, venturing an actual kiss. Deliberate this time, not rushed or sudden or spurred in the heat of the moment. Charlie lets him, allowing it, exploratory and almost torturously drawn out… then they almost go for another one, but Charlie abruptly pulls away.

Charlie: Wait, wait --

Zay obeys, cautiously pausing and watching him uncertainly. Wondering what curveball he could possibly throw at him now after everything else they’ve endured… and Charlie sure delivers, telling him the truth.

Charlie, quickly: I’m leaving.

That is news. Zay doesn’t react, waiting for him to say more. And he does, stumbling through a breathless explanation.

Charlie: I’m taking a gap year. I’m not sure where I’m going yet, but I’m going. And I don’t… I don’t know when I’ll be back. I don’t want you to… do anything, thinking that…

It’s going to be the same. Yeah, Charlie going out of the country for who knows how long sure does put a dent in any getting-back-together notions Zay might’ve been considering. He absorbs this new development, frowning slightly, and Charlie rushes to fill the silence.

Charlie: I just… I wanted you to know. I didn’t want to do it to you again, that thing where I… [ lowering his gaze ] You deserve to know.

That’s exactly the thing Zay didn’t know he needed to hear. It’s unideal news for sure, not necessarily what he wanted, but it’s the fact that Charlie said it all that hits him. That he’s giving him his due agency, letting him in the loop. He’s not going to blindside or withhold things from him ever again.

And that means everything. So the future remains uncertain -- whatever. They’ve been working with no guarantee their entire relationship. All Zay knows right now is that he wants to be with him, tonight, regardless of where they end up.

If he can convince himself it’s just their world for one night, then the choice is damn easy.

Zay: Then we better make the most of the time we have.

Charlie lifts his head to meet his eyes, surprised, just in time for Zay to kiss him. Decisively, not slow like the first one and definitely not hesitant. They kiss again, and then Charlie really catches up, taking Zay’s face and pulling him closer.

INT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

Farkle wraps up the final riffs of the song, bowing with the band. He pretends to let the microphone clatter to the stage but then catches it at the last second and kicks it back up, grinning and taking another small bow.

EXT. PROM VENUE - NIGHT

Isadora has made it out onto a wrap around balcony, pacing and taking deep breaths to center herself. She presses her palms against the cold stone rails and tries to ground herself, doing the mental trick of five things you can see, four you can hear… it’s just enough to get her off the ledge, some of the panic receding as the cool air cleanses her lungs.

But that creeping feeling isn’t going away. Now that she recognized it, glimpsed the anxiety for what it actually is, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to push it away again.

She’s startled when she hears the balcony door open behind her, whipping around to see who found her hidden away.

Chai. She approaches timidly, concern evident in her features.

Chai: Hey. You okay? I saw you rush out.

Isadora: Um… yeah. Yes, I’m fine.

Chai: Are you sure? You don’t really seem okay… was it the crowd, or --

Isadora: I want to get back together.

Whoa. Okay. Major whiplash. Chai stares at her, shocked by how swift the declaration was.

Chai: What?

Isadora: I want to stay together. I know it’s not going to be easy, and long distance will fuck shit up, but --

The words are stumbling out of her, a bit hard to follow, but it seems like she really means them. She closes the distance between them, taking Chai’s hands in her own even though they’re shaking. Chai looks at their linked fingers then back at her face, trying to figure her out.

Isadora: We’re good together. Right? We work. We make sense. The way things are now, the way they’ve been, it makes sense. Basic principle of technical work, if something isn’t broken, don’t fix it. Why should… why should we change anything when what we have works so well?

Chai: Right… I think I follow…

Isadora: You and I, we make sense. I like you. I like being with you. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. Everything else -- [ shaking her head ] It doesn’t have to be more complicated. I’m sorry I made it complicated, but I don’t want to anymore. I want things to stay exactly how they are. I want you to stay my girlfriend.

Chai absorbs this, cautious but not without hope. She offers a light smile.

Chai: You’re sure? Isa, don’t say this if you’re not sure.

Isadora: I’m sure. I like the way things are. I want to stay together. [ a beat ] You know, if that’s what you want, too.

Chai: [ grinning ] Okay. Yeah, that’s what I want too.

Isadora mirrors her beam, still a bit frantic but covering it with the stability of a concrete decision. She seals the deal by initiating a kiss, which Chai happily reciprocates. Whatever she felt earlier, whatever she thought she realized, it doesn’t matter.

She’s chosen her path forward, and she never has to deal with it again.

INT. CHUBBIES - NIGHT

If your mind went elsewhere when Riley said she had something she really wanted to do… well, get your mind out of the gutter! Lucas and Riley have ended up at Chubbies, using Lucas’s spare key to sneak in after closing and split a milkshake. They’re tucked away in their usual booth, Riley taking a long, satisfied sip from the shake and leaning back against him as he drapes his arm around her shoulders.

Riley: Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. [ tilting her head against his shoulder ] What am I going to do when you’re gone and can’t sneak me free food?

Lucas: Damn. I don’t know… might have to return to a life of Riley Matthews, upstanding citizen. Crime-free.

Now where’s the fun in that… Riley crinkles her nose, reaching up to playfully squeeze his chin. Quiet settles between them for a moment as Lucas takes his turn with the shake, Riley letting the thought ruminate.

Riley: California. You’re really going to California.

Lucas: Don’t say it too many times. You’ll jinx it. I’m still not fully convinced this isn’t an elaborate fever dream.

Riley: Want me to pinch you?

Lucas: I’ll pass. Rather stay in the fantasy than go back to wherever it starts and all this good shit ends.

Fair enough… Riley takes another sip of the shake then settles back against him, thoughtful.

Riley: UC Davis. California. Three thousand miles away from here. Can you believe it?

Lucas: Long distance.

Riley: Very long distance...

Lucas, gently: … do you not want me to go?

Riley glances at him, surprised he’s even asking. As if her preference should have any influence… but it seems like he’s seriously asking, so she seriously thinks about it. Searching inside for how she feels about it, if there’s a part of her that wants him to stay so he’ll be with her.

Then she smiles lightly, looking at him fondly.

Riley: No. [ a beat ] I mean, of course, I’ll miss you. Every day. And it’ll be weird without you here.

Lucas: It’ll be weird to not be here.

Riley: It’ll be an adjustment for sure. No question about that. But… I want it for you. It’s your passion, what you were meant to do, and I know how hard it was for you to find it. You worked your ass off for it, and I know it’s going to be good for you. When I think about it like that, a little distance feels like a small price to pay.

Lucas mirrors her smile. He places his hand on top of hers on the table top, sliding their fingers together. Riley’s smile widens, confidence bolstered.

Riley: So you’re going to go to California. And I’m going to go to Barnard, and try five different majors, and become a badass graduate of a badass college for women.

Lucas: That I have no doubt about.

Riley: And we’re going to be okay. No matter how far apart we are. I have no doubt about that, either.

Lucas: Surprisingly… me neither.

Riley caresses his cheek, then pulls him into a soft kiss. How strange it is, to have something that feels so permanent, that even space and time can’t send crumbling down.

INT. ANGELA’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Jack swings by Shawn and Angela’s late that night, bringing pre-cooked meals and other supplies to aid in their postpartum period. Angela has been released from the hospital and comes out from the bedroom to greet him as Shawn takes the stuff from him, cradling their brand new baby.

Jack softens the moment he sees the baby, grinning at Angela. She mirrors the smile, exhausted as she is, coming to stand with him.

Angela: Say hi to Naomi Jacqueline Hunter-Moore.

Oh, and he gets a namesake too. Jack gently pokes at the baby, greeting her quietly.

Angela: Naomi, this is your Uncle Jack. He’s a very, very important man.

Jack: Well, don’t start lying to her this young.

They all agree Angela should get off her feet, Shawn taking Naomi and heading back towards the nursery. Angela and Jack settle down on the couch, Angela claiming he didn’t have to come by and bring all that stuff, especially so late in the evening.

Jack: Eh, like you said. I’m family. And hey, not much longer that I’ll owe my time to Adams, so I think I can start being rebellious with it.

As if jet-setting to the UK on a whim wasn’t already indicative of that… Angela seizes that chance to address the subject, discussing his choice to leave Triple A. Jack warns her that Shawn already read him the riot act as she saw, and he managed to bring him around, so she probably won’t change his mind. On the contrary, Angela isn’t planning to argue.

Angela: Hey, you know I know how it feels to be torn between opportunities. It wasn’t easy for me to leave either, but it was the right decision. Especially with how awesome Harper is -- she’s what the students needed, she’s the change Adams needed now. Sometimes, I think we have to let change in, rather than run from it because it seems like it could send everything crashing down.

True enough! Jack appreciates the support, particularly when she reiterates that she thinks he does a good job. He has the right spirit, wants to focus on the right things. Wherever he takes that energy next, she knows he won’t be wasting his talents.

Angela: That being said…

Jack: Here it comes.

Angela: Have you told the kids? Or are Shawn and I still the only two who know?

Jack: I’m… I will. I’m just trying to find the right way. The right time. With graduation, you know, I don’t want to overshadow --

Angela: Tell them, Jack. Everyone. No excuse is good enough, and I think you know that. That’s all they are. Excuses.

Got him. Jack absorbs that, nodding in defeat. He knows he needs to, it’s just… scary. Shawn reacted exactly how he expected, and there’s people even more important to him who might have an equally adverse reaction. He feels like, when the moment comes, he doesn’t even know how to say it.

Angela: You’re psyching yourself out. People will have their reactions, that’s true. You can’t control that. But what you do control is whether you tell them the truth or not. And regardless of how perfectly you deliver the news, they’ll probably have the same reaction either way. Nine times out of ten, it matters less how you say things and more the fact that you say them at all. Don’t make the mistake of letting them find out some other way. [ softly ] I think you owe them that, Jack. Especially the people who have been by your side this whole time.

Yeah, she doesn’t have to be subtle that she’s talking about Eric. Jack clears his throat and nods, admitting she’s right.

INT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - SPARE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Zay and Charlie seem to have fully committed to the notion of the freedom of tonight, the mutual understanding that it’s just their world for the evening a unique kind of sanctuary. Discarded clothes and twisted sheets get the point across simply enough, both of them sprawled comfortably on the bed and resting in the temporary calm. Intimacy is a lot less intimidating when you can tell yourself it’s casual, that it doesn’t mean anything tomorrow, that it won’t change anything beyond this one night and these four walls.

Well, it would be more convincing if either of them were remotely good at doing anything casually. They’re trying their best, playing it off breezy, but the way Zay is looking at Charlie as he watches him idly trace his fingers along his hand would be hard to explain if anyone asked how exactly that’s breezy and casual.

Zay: So… gap year?

Figures that would warrant more conversation. Charlie sighs, gazing up towards the ceiling.

Charlie: I know, Charlie Gardner not going to school for a whole year. How is he going to do it? Think it might kill me… what’s the opposite of an overdose?

Zay: Nah, I think it’ll be good for you. Like rehab. Might heal some of your AND. [ off his head tilt ] Acute Nerd Disorder.

Charlie groans, elbowing him. Zay smiles mischievously, then asks again, as he really wants to know. What made him decide to do it? Aside from Yale being an absolute life suck and the worst alternative ever? Charlie rolls his eyes, then contemplates it.

Charlie: I’ve spent my whole life working towards something, but I realized I don’t know what it was. Whatever I was trying to reach. And then, the more I thought about it, it was just like… I don’t really know what I want. What I want to do. It’s like, I know things that I’m good at. I know things I enjoy. I’m good at academics, I like literature. I like to dance. My mom thinks I’m the heartbreaker of Manhattan and I was going to be a Yale man. That’s stuff I know.

Zay: And the illusion is shattered… I’ll send my condolences.

Charlie: No you won’t.

Zay: No I won’t. But go on.

Charlie: But I don’t really have a thing. I don’t have a… driving purpose, this God-given clarity that everyone else seems to have. You have it with dance. My sister loves bugs. Even Lucas has it with vet stuff. And I just… don’t. I don’t know what that thing is for me yet. [ a beat ] And maybe I don’t have one. Or I never will. But I feel like I have to at least try. Go out there, broaden my horizons, see what there is to see. And after that, well… maybe I’ll find it.

Zay: And you think it’s waiting in the cobblestones of Italy, or…

Charlie laughs sheepishly, shrugging. Maybe it is ridiculous, who knows. Zay dissuades the idea that he thinks it’s dumb, assuring him if he came to the conclusion on his own, then it must be the right choice. Charlie glances at him, smiling, then averts his gaze back to their hands.

Zay: What do you think you’re going to see?

Charlie: Nothing. Everything. I have no idea. [ another laugh ] Weirdly, that’s kind of the part I’m most excited about.

There is a certain beauty in the unknown, the freedom of not knowing… and if Charlie is saying that, then there might not be better evidence of the fact that people can change. He’s grown a lot in the past year, and Zay is well aware of it as he lays there with him and pretends like the way the warmth in his chest just from being close to him again doesn’t mean anything.

Even as they’re sheltering from reality for one night, however, it’s hard to forget their history. It’s on Charlie’s mind as he grows quiet, only breaking the silence after a long moment of reflection.

Charlie: This is how it should’ve been. The first time. [ looking at him ] It should’ve felt like this.

Calm. Unhurried. Just them, together, sharing space and time and a fragile sanctuary because they both chose to with mutual understanding of what it meant. Everything on the table, no secrets to spill that send the whole Jenga tower tumbling down.

But that’s their history. They’ve got both -- highs, lows, mistakes that tore them apart and mistakes that they wouldn’t change for the world.

Zay tilts Charlie’s head back towards him and pulls him back into a kiss, taking advantage of the sanctuary for as long as it lasts.

INT. ERIC’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Isadora quietly makes her way back inside the apartment, worn out after such an intense night. Eric greets her from where he’s preparing for his interview in the kitchen, asking her how the prom went.

Isadora: Um, good. Really good. Chai and I are back together.

That stops Eric dead in his tracks. Admittedly, he was not expecting to hear that of all the things he thought might happen tonight.

Eric: Really? Well, that’s… good.

Isadora: Yeah. It is.

Eric: You’re happy about that. Right? [ a beat ] Do you maybe wanna talk through the decision --

Isadora: Actually, I just want to sleep. I’m exhausted. It’s been a really long week. Lots of… pranks and stuff, you know. [ with a weak smile ] Night.

Eric returns the sentiment, watching her retreat to her room. Concern evident on his face, but wondering if there’s really a great way to approach this tangled, messy, and wildly sensitive situation if Isadora can’t even figure it out for herself. And if she does like Chai, which he knows she does, then could that just be enough?

Too much to figure out tonight. Eric sighs, turning back to his work.

INT. MINKUS HOME - FARKLE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Maya is dramatically sprawled on Farkle’s bed, changed out of her glam look and now in a luxurious silk bathrobe that likely belongs to the Minkus family. She perks up when Farkle enters, also changed into sweats, handing her food he retrieved from the kitchen. It seems like a pretty full course meal of a snack, which he explains as she eagerly takes it from him and starts to dig in.

Farkle: I told Petra you were staying the night and you’d had a long week, and she basically prepared all your favorites for leftovers.

Maya is already stuffing a forkful in her mouth, humming in appreciation and nodding happily. She talks with her mouth full, no pretense of diva etiquette when it’s just the two of them.

Maya: I swear, you’re living my life. You stole my life in some weird multiverse glitch and I’m demanding it back.

Farkle: You’re basically living my life in a sidecar. Isn’t that good enough?

Maya: I guess. For now, I’ll forgive you, because this duck is the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Mm, muah. Give Petra my highest, deepest praise when you next see her.

The two of them switch discussion to graduation while Maya polishes off the food, setting it to the side on the nightstand. Now that prom is over -- Maya’s final grand endeavor as Adams VP -- all there is left to face is the reality that next week is their last day of class as Adams students. Then senior week, then graduation. And then…

Farkle: Everything else.

Yeah… hard to wrap your head around. How far they’ve come, how much farther there is to go. It really seems to land for Maya, now that all the diva distractions are gone. Her expression grows more thoughtful as Farkle claims he’s exhausted, getting up to switch off the lights.

Farkle collapses back against the pillows and Maya crawls over to join him, flopping down next to him and resting her head on his arm. Farkle raises his other arm behind him and gazes at the ceiling, humming to himself.

Farkle: Everything else… weird how there was a time I didn’t even want to be here to see it.

Maya: … I’m glad you are.

Farkle: Me too. [ closing his eyes ] Can’t wait to see it all.

Maya lets that sink in, that odd reality that they were so close to a version of today where he wasn’t even there. Where he left them too soon, where she’s laying in her room alone thinking about what it might’ve been like if he were still there. She’s lucky, she knows, that she’s in this version of reality. That he’s still her person.

And yet, she’s about to lose him again. In a different way -- a better way, without a doubt -- but still more than she wants to.

She tilts her head to look at him, drifting off to sleep next to her, realizing how much she doesn’t want to see him go.

INT. BRIDGETTE’S APARTMENT - SPARE BEDROOM - DAY

Zay is up bright and early, moving quietly around the room as he redresses and gathers his things. He’s trying to make a smooth exit before Bridgette gets back so Charlie doesn’t have to explain himself, trying not to wake him in the process.

But he doesn’t have to try hard. As he knows, when Charlie is truly asleep like he is now, he’s like a rock. It’s not going to be so easy to rouse him, unless he really made an effort to do so.

And he thinks about it. Once he finishes buttoning his dress shirt, drapes his suit jacket over his arm and heads for the door, he hesitates. Thinks about waking him up, getting the chance to say goodbye… he glances over his shoulder at him, resting soundly where they dozed off last night.

Zay doesn’t know who he’s kidding. He loves him. He loves Charlie Gardner -- he never stopped loving him. Even through the anger, even through the hurt, and even more now that they’re on the other side. And he could wake him up and tell him that, make sure Charlie knows the truth too, before they go their separate ways and he disappears out of his life for who knows how long. He could convince him to stay, because he really doesn’t want him to go.

But he won’t do it. It’s his turn to step back, to let Charlie go so he can do whatever he needs to do -- get lost, see everything there is to see, and maybe find himself in the process. Zay loves him, so he knows he needs to let him do it.

Still, he allows himself one last indulgence. He traipses back over to the bed and leans over to give Charlie a tender kiss on the temple. One last stolen moment in the sanctuary.

Then he makes his covert exit, forcing himself not to look back as he shuts the door behind him.

INT. AAA - JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Jack’s spent chunks of the weekend coming by the office to start packing, so by the time Monday rolls around, he’s made pretty decent progress. The room is beginning to look less like his -- a stark change from the last three years of consistent order and familiarity.

Eric pokes his head in, whistling when he sees the difference. He raises his eyebrows, leaning in the doorframe.

Eric: Bit early to start packing, don’t you think? Still got a couple weeks before you usually start.

Jack: Nothing wrong with getting a head start. Efficiency, you know I’m big on that.

Eric: Don’t I know it. You seem to be going deeper on the clean than usual, though…

Jack: [ jokingly ] Well, have to get it all nice and ready for when you move in and usurp me, don’t I?

Eric laughs, allowing the joke, but he doesn’t realize how true it might be… at least, all circumstances being ideal. Eric tells him that they’re waiting for them in the auditorium. Jack nods, coming to join him and the two of them walking out together.

The A class might have finished their finals, but that doesn’t mean they’re done quite yet.

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “Everyday” as performed by High School Musical 2 Original Movie Cast || Performed by AAA Seniors

[ Lyrics specific to characters -- follow along here! ]

For their final ensemble performance on official school time, the A class takes it back to an emotional classic. We start with Nigel, alone front and center stage, then slowly the rest of the performers sans our mains join the performance with a solo or two. Eventually, all of them are lined up on the edge of the stage: Sarah, Darby, Haley, Clarissa, Yogi, Chai, and Nigel and Yindra in the middle. They overlap lines as Yindra links their hands on “take my hand…”

And then we’re off and rolling, jumping into the second verse, where the techies take over. They make their way from their usual back center section, singing towards the performers as they make their way down the aisles towards the stage. It’s a goofy, somewhat theatrical serenade between the two student groups -- a far cry from the irreparable chasm that separated them at the start of the show. On the line “and because of you, I’ve got the strength to start,” the performers point at the techies who react in turn, accepting the credit for keeping them upright all these years.

Then they help them onto the stage, all of the recurring A class cast members singing and dancing together up through to the bridge. It’s fun to see some of the less focused on friendships and dynamics have a moment to shine. Jeff spins Yindra under his arm, who then gives him a cheeky kiss on the cheek; Jade links her arms with Haley and Clarissa as they dance across the stage; Dave and Yogi are of course inseparable, the latter jumping on the former’s back.

On the bridge, Nigel takes over again, Jade coming to join him and having a rare solo line of her own. She links their hands together, Yindra standing on his other side, representing the three A class members who will be graduating to the ranks of main cast come Season 4. Then they’re joined by Dylan and Asher, symbolically passing the torch as the two mains who will be leaving the show as regulars come graduation. The five of them sing together, leading the rest of the class in the build to the final chorus…

And then our mains return, launching out from the wings to cheerfully join in the performance. Their peers welcome them eagerly, effortlessly weaving them into the choreography with hugs and embraces and spins. Then the A class is almost fully complete again, forming a show circle and running through the rest of the song joyously and in harmony. A place they never thought they’d see three years ago, an absolute delight to see come to fruition before our eyes.

And equally meaningful for the faculty. Jack, Eric, Harper, and Shawn watch and clap along from the back of the center section, emotional and full of pride at the A class’s final performance. Harper is in tears and not trying to hide it, wiping her eyes and smiling uncontrollably. Eric swipes at some tears of his own, though he’s working harder to keep it together. Jack and Shawn aren’t quite so visibly emotional, but they are choked up -- and there’s a whole week left to graduation to wear them down.

Shawn: Damn High School Musical...

The A class sings the last lines and lines up all along the stage again, linking their hands and going through a traditional curtain call bow. Hands up, arms raised, then deep bow. Then they break into laughter and applause, breaking formation to mass into a cluster of hugs.

A strong final showing indeed.

INT. MATTHEWS APARTMENT - RILEY’S BEDROOM - DAY

Lucas and Zay are waiting for Riley to return so they can head out to some A class post-finals shindig, awkwardly sharing the space together without her there to act as a buffer. Zay eyes Lucas suspiciously from where he’s reclined on the bed, arms crossed. Lucas catches him looking, shrugging pointedly.

Lucas: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Zay: [ after a beat ] It amuses me. [ off his eye roll ] Also, you’re a horrible conversationalist. What’s wrong with you?

Lucas: Too much.

Zay: Weirdo. No wonder Cory doesn’t let you come in here. It’s a miracle you’re even allowed to be here now.

Lucas: Well, that’s what you’re for.

Zay: Okay, now hold on. I resent the implication that I’m a pawn --

Riley steps back into the room, disrupting their bickering. They forget about it instantly when they notice the stunned expression on her face, instantly growing more concerned.

Lucas: What’s wrong?

Riley is speechless for a moment, holding up her phone blankly as if that explains it. Then she remembers how to use words, glancing at Zay before meeting Lucas’s eyes.

Riley: … I got into Tisch.

Zay shoots upright, both of them reacting accordingly. Talk about a bombshell… Riley stares at both of them, not sure what to say or do next.

Just when you thought you had everything figured out, one little piece of information can change everything.

As the rhythmic bass piano floats in...

INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Song Cue ♫ ♪ “One Last Time” as performed by Hamilton Original Broadway Cast || Performed by Jack Hunter & Eric Matthews (feat. AAA Seniors)

[ Lyrics specific to characters -- follow along here! ]

Eric is about to learn that fact for himself. This is one of those performances where following along with the lyrics is almost a necessity, as the showstopping Hamilton track basically acts as the entirety of Jack revealing to Eric that he’s changing his plans. Jack takes on the Washington role while Eric takes on the addled and caught off guard Hamilton, negotiating and arguing and pleading with Washington until he realizes his resistance is futile.

It starts innocently enough, though, Eric coming by the apartment apparently at Jack’s request. Jack greets him amicably, giving him a kiss and inviting him in. He thanks him for coming, explaining that he has a favor to ask but he wanted to tell him something important too. Yancy won’t be causing them trouble anymore -- because Yancy has resigned. He’s resigned in preparation for the likelihood that he’ll be chosen to assume Jack’s role as principal, so it’s more of a symbolic resignation.

Eric: Ha! Good luck defeating you, Jack.

Jack: I’m stepping down. I’m not reapplying for principal.

Eric: … I’m sorry, what?

Then Jack launches into the chorus, requesting his help in drafting his resignation letter. He wants to make it public and send it to the whole school community -- he doesn’t want anyone to feel left in the dark about his decision -- but he wants Eric’s guidance, since he’s better with words and much sharper about emotional matters such as this.

But Eric is still stuck on the sheer fact he’s stepping down, not able to wrap his head around it. He asks why Jack thinks this is a good idea, while Jack continues to prattle on about all the themes he wants to cover in his letter. They spar back and forth until Eric actually gets a response out of him, kneeling on the couch and arguing with him over the back of it.

Eric: Jack, they’ll say you’re weak!

Jack: No, they will see we’re strong.

Eric: Your position is so unique!

Jack: So I’ll use it to move them along --

Eric: Why do you have to say goodbye?!

Jack: If I say goodbye, the nation learns to move on. It outlives me when I’m gone…

And as we damn well know, there’s about to be a lot of goodbyes coming around the corner. Jack grows more solemn as he turns away from Eric, facing the refrigerator and getting caught on one of the decorations he has hung up.

A photo of him, Lucas, Isadora, and Eric, not the same as the one Eric has as his lock screen but of a very similar nature. Only in this one, Lucas is actually smiling, which is about as rare a find as you can get.

And no one shall make them afraid, They’ll be safe in the nation we made

Yeah, why is Jack moving on… he smiles to himself, lightly tapping the photo over Lucas’s face. He sighs, turning and leaning back against the fridge. He looks at Eric, tired but affectionate, and explains exactly why he wants to make this choice. He wants to have a little more time for himself, to live his life, and hopefully ascend to a higher position where he can eventually make an even bigger difference. He did a lot for Adams, and Adams did a lot for him, but it’s time for the next thing. Just like their students.

As he says it, Eric knows he’s right. As much as he wants to fight it, to force him back into the principal’s office and keep everything the same, he can’t. Eric hides his head in his hands, rubbing his face as he tries to accept it.

Jack walks over and settles down on the couch next to him, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it soothingly. Eric raises his head to meet his gaze.

Jack: One last time?

Eric: … one last time.

Jack smiles, patting his knee. Eric places his hand on top of his, taking a moment… and then inhaling deeply. Setting his personal emotions aside, because they’ve got work to do.

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Washington’s resignation letter metaphorically doubles as Jack’s for the purposes of the performance, the soon-to-be former principal standing alone on the stage. We’re close on him as he starts to recite the letter, covering all of the highs and lows he’s learned in his time in the position, the impact he left behind, the things he hopes the Adams community carries forward after he takes his leave.

Then, overlaid on top of his speech, we get shots of the A class reading the news from the email Jack sends out. Maya rests her chin on Farkle’s shoulder as they read it together, Farkle reading it aloud; Charlie reads it from his balcony. Isadora reads it across the table from Eric, trying to understand why she’s reading it at all; Zay, Yindra, and Nigel read it together at a hangout. Dylan reads it to the techie boys, while Asher and Jade take turns reading lines from it.

INT. CHUBBIES - DAY

And then, there’s Lucas. He reads it numbly as he leans across the counter from Riley, reading it off her phone. She holds his hand tightly as he goes, listening attentively and tearing up in from sheer surprise. When the chorus eases in, remarking on the reality of the situation, we stay with Lucas, whose expression is hard to read but clearly moved by the news.

Lucas: Jack Hunter’s saying goodbye…

Riley presses his hand to her lips, kissing it sympathetically.

INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY

Then we’re back with Jack to bring it home, only he’s no longer alone. He’s still front and center, but now he’s backed by Eric, Harper, Charlie, and the A class -- Lucas right behind him like his right hand man. They back him up as he belts out the final lines, teaching them how to say goodbye powerfully. Even with all the goodbyes we’re about to experience, though, it’s a wonder if it’ll ever actually get any easier.

For better or worse, we’re about to find out.

Teach them how to say goodbye, one last time...

END OF EPISODE.

#S3 #episodes #315 #whew.... yep.#thats a penultimate for sure

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