01x11 - Twenty Four Hours

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(Beeping)

♪ Something tells me

I’ve been dreaming ♪

♪ Of someone who was

never real ♪

♪ It’s seems I’ve changed

a thousand ways ♪

♪ I wish I looked

the way I feel ♪

♪ Braceface

♪ My life gets complicated

♪ Boyfriends

♪ Don’t want to talk about it ♪

♪ Teenage

♪ I’ll work it out in the end ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh

♪ Ah

♪ Ah

♪

♪ Braceface

♪ My life gets complicated

♪ Boyfriends

♪ Don’t want to talk about it ♪

♪ Teenage

♪ I’ll work it out in the end ♪

♪ Braceface

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SHARON NARRATING: I don’t

care what my mother says, Dr.

Hertz’s main joy in life is

figuring out ways to t*rture

me.

Okay, just a little bit

wider.

Oh, there we go.

Uh-oh, bad news.

See?

Oh, boy, we’re experiencing

an adhesive breakdown at both

the molar and upper incisor

level.

Which means we’re going to have

to remove all your braces until

we can replace the adhesive.

(Gasping)

You mean I’m going to be

brace-free?

Oh, don’t worry, for just 24

hours.

But the order should be in by

then.

Oh, you’ll be back on these same

railroad tracks by this time

tomorrow.

(Laughing)

(Drill whirring)

(Groaning)

Go ahead and rinse.

LUNCH LADY : Ahem.

Huh?

And anything else you have

that’s really chewy.

(Laughing)

I can see you’re going to

make the most out of this.

It’s only the beginning.

I’m planning the ultimate

brace-free moment as we speak.

A metal-free, mouth to mouth

moment with Alden.

Really, what a shock.

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The kiss must be perfectly

choreographed.

Romantic, yet with a whisper of

unpredictability.

Yeah, right, well, remember

you only have 20 hours left to

get this over with.

But it has to be just right.

Well, so invite him over to

study.

And then, I don’t know, find a

dark corner or something.

Maria, that would make me

look so obvious.

The whole thing needs to look

more casual.

Okay, fine.

So I’ll come over with Connor.

But Connor doesn’t really

hang out with Alden.

How about Brock?

Whatever.

Oh, hey, no way.

That means I’m gonna get stuck

with him.

That guy is just a little too

friendly.

You’re buying into that?

That’s just his thing, you know,

to hide his insecurity.

At least that’s what my mom

would say.

He’s still annoying.

Come on, Maria, please?

I might not have a braceless

mouth for years.

Okay, but if Brock starts

pulling any funny stuff, I’m

gonna make him very sorry.

Thank you, thank you, thank

you!

There’s only one problem with

this plan.

My mother.

Your mother.

I’d love to, but my son has a

recital tomorrow.

Mm-hm, yeah, I’m really sorry,

but you’re just going to have to

find someone else.

I can do it.

Let me call you back.

You want to provide the social

reconstructionist perspective on

the parentification of wayward

youths?

Uh, no.

But I can babysit Josh.

Come on, Mom, I’ve done it

before.

But this is a pre-recital

night.

You know how sensitive he gets.

Remember the last recital, when

he needed me to massage his feet

with coconut oil while he

watched the Portuguese cooking

channel?

JOSH: That was awesome.

Maybe for you.

Tonight’s distraction plan is

hands-free.

We’re going to try a high-impact

aerobics routine followed by

relaxing yoga postures, and a

dose of aromatherapy while we

watch that documentary on Mats,

that composer you admire.

I can do all that.

Come on, Mom, let me sit.

Forget it.

You’d pass out from all that

exercise and then probably

poison me with an overdose of

eucalyptus.

Where’s Adam?

I’d take him over her any day.

Adam’s wrestling, overnight

tournament.

I’ll do anything you want.

Like help me finish my snow

fort?

Maybe.

(Sighing)

I don’t know.

You don’t want someone else

to give your perspective, do

you?

Okay, as long as you keep him

relaxed.

And away from the family

heirlooms.

Oh, man.

(Cheering)

♪

Hey, I heard you really

chowed down today.

Yeah, well, I had the teeth

for it.

You wanna come over tonight

and practise French vocab?

Uh, can’t, I’m babysitting

Josh.

So, I’ll come over there.

No, no, uh, that’s okay.

My mom doesn’t really want me to

have anyone over.

How about calling Tally?

I’m not seeing much of her

these days.

Oh, that’s too bad.

See ya.

Thanks for the offer.

SHARON NARRATING: I felt

badly about leaving Connor out,

I really did, but how do I

explain it?

He’d be a total fifth wheel.

♪

I just thought we could study

down here, where there’s a more

relaxed atmosphere.

Cool.

Sweet.

Very.

ALDEN: Hey, who’s up for a game?

How about best two out of

three?

(Oven timer buzzing)

Make sure that game doesn’t

go into overtime.

(Laughing)

Remember, we need to get them

comfortable.

ALDEN: Wicked!

They seem pretty comfortable

to me.

♪

(Screaming)

Josh, jeez, watch where

you’re going.

Did you know that Mats played

his first grand hall recital at

16?

Who?

Mats, the Swedish master

pianist.

That’s excellent.

Pigger, I guess these are for

you.

Josh, these are for the guests.

You got people over?

Yes.

Can I hang out with you guys

until the Mats documentary comes

on?

Sorry, we’re studying.

We need our privacy.

But I’m starting to get all

nervous.

The notes keep buzzing around in

my head, and now I can’t keep

them in the right order.

So go practise.

Isn’t that what that Swedish guy

would do?

Uh, sort of.

(Hockey music playing)

There you go, problem solved.

(Hockey music playing)

Huh?

Organic chips?

Alden?

No thanks.

I ate this huge dinner.

Hey, do you think maybe we could

watch a bit more of the game

before hitting the books?

The game?

Sure, no problem.

Huh?

Maria, can I see you by the

foosball table for a minute?

This is a disaster.

What?

Everyone’s having a great time.

Alden hasn’t even noticed my

braces are gone.

Well, maybe he just needs a

little help.

Um, hey, how about some music?

What did you do with the

remote?

Your hard drive crash or

something?

Forget the game.

Can’t you see they’re putting

the moves on us?

They are?

Check out the spread.

Candles, flowers, now she’s

putting on tunes.

I thought they were just

being, I don’t know, girls.

Exactly, check it out.

Spitz had her braces taken off

just for you.

(Slow music playing)

No thanks.

I think I’ll wait for something

a little faster.

Nothing like a little

warm-up.

(Sighing)

No pain, no gain.

Don’t you hate when

pillows get all dented in?

Yeah, uh, hey, you like this

song?

Uh...

(Slow music playing)

(Pounding on piano)

What the--

It’s nothing.

You don’t hear that?

I’ll handle it.

Sharon!

Tick tock, tick tock.

(Piano pounding)

Hey, stop the racket!

(Piano pounding)

(Piano lid slamming)

Whoa!

What are you doing?

Following Mats’ pre-recital

ritual.

This is what he did, annoy his

sister?

You said you would do

whatever I wanted, and you

haven’t done anything.

I’m going to tell Mom you spent

the whole night downstairs.

Fine, be that way.

I bet this Mats guy wasn’t such

a baby.

Ask me to do one thing, and I’ll

do it.

Uh, well, phase two of Mats’

ritual is simple.

You can just get me 25 ice cube

trays filled with pure spring

water.

I’ll do the rest.

You can have two trays, and

I’ll fill them up with tap

water, okay?

Should I put them in the freezer

for you?

Yes, please.

Everything okay?

Sure.

Hey, look what I found.

And look what it does.

Spin the bottle, excellent!

I’ll go first.

Lucky me.

Good things come to those who

wait.

Hey!

Alden’s turn.

(Checking breath)

Try again.

Wait a second.

Okay, go.

Wow, what luck.

♪

Cool, can I play?

Excuse me.

I was waiting for the ice

cubes to freeze up.

Do you realize how rude

you’re being?

We are trying to study.

Ha, you’re not studying.

All you wanna do is make out.

(Kissing)

Stop it, that is so not true!

Is too.

I know it’s all you think about.

Kissy, kissy, kissy.

Josh, I’m warning you...

(Kissing)

Ooh, baby--

Hey, what about prepping for my

recital?

Whatever it is you have to

do, do it in there.

I’ll be back when we’re finished

studying.

Hey, I wondered where you guys

went to.

We were a little thirsty.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

Hi, Mom.

No, everything’s fine.

Sure, uh-huh.

You want to speak to him?

No problem.

(Grunting)

Josh?

(Wind blowing)

Josh?

Josh!

Mom, I’m afraid you can’t speak

to Josh.

He’s sleeping.

Great, take your time, bye!

Josh is missing.

Josh!

Josh!

I thought he was sleeping.

That’s just what she told her

mom, bozo.

A pet name, I like that.

(Dog barking)

(Laughing)

Will you start helping me to

look?

Josh!

Samson, Pigger, go find Josh.

So let me get this straight.

You locked him in his room, put

the dresser up against the door,

and wouldn’t let him have any

ice cubes?

Maria, you’re making it sound

like I was being a prison guard

or something.

Well, he is only 9.

Great, that’s all I need now,

my best friend guilt-tripping

me.

This is all pretty simple.

All we have to do is follow his

tracks.

MARIA: If they are his

tracks.

Of course they are.

(Whistling)

(Dogs barking)

Josh, where are you?

ALL: Josh!

Where are you?

ALL: Josh!

Josh!

Josh, where are you?

Josh, where are you?

Josh!

(Dog barking)

Kid has some legs.

♪

Oh, we’ve just gone in a

circle.

Maybe we should just call

your mother.

Are you kidding?

I can’t tell her I lost Josh.

She’ll never trust me again.

I was trying to help him prep

for his recital, I really was.

Hey, we believe you.

He wanted something like 50

ice cube trays filled with

spring water.

Is that normal?

No, so I filled up two, is that

so bad?

I couldn’t let him do everything

that Swedish guy did.

Now there’s a Swedish guy

involved?

His name is Mats, and he used

to take ice baths before a

recital.

He said the loss of feeling to

his body helped him become one

with the music.

Excellent.

Connor, what are you doing

here?

I live here.

I couldn’t help but overhear

your outdoor party.

The one I wasn’t invited to.

It’s not a party, Josh is

missing.

That’s why Josh wanted all

those ice cubes.

The ones you didn’t give him.

So he came out here to freeze

himself?

(Dog whimpering)

(Gasping)

Isn’t that Josh’s sweater?

Obviously from his bedroom

window, he could have gone in

any direction.

The park, the creek...

Okay, guys, I think it’s time

we bring the big boys in on this

investigation.

I’m calling the cops.

We can’t.

Then can we call for a pizza?

I’m starving.

Do you think this is all a

big joke?

Hey, everyone’s a little

stressed, that’s all.

Suddenly you’re sticking up

for him?

A few hours ago you didn’t even

want to be near him.

Yeah, well, a few hours ago

a lot of things were different.

If you weren’t so desperate.

Don’t blame this all on me.

You were part of this plan right

from the beginning.

Excuse me?

I wasn’t the one who had to kiss

Alden just because my braces

were off for 24 hours.

I’ll cover the park.

Uh, good idea.

I’ll take the creek.

Sharon, do you wanna come?

Connor?

I think I’ll take the

surrounding area.

♪

Josh, where are you?

I like that you stuck up for

me in there.

(Laughing)

Believe me, it wasn’t

personal.

Feisty, I like that too.

Can you please help me look?

The Brockster’s looking, and

he likes what he sees.

Do you memorize these lines

before you go to sleep at night?

You mean, before I dream

about you?

Oh, great, now I’m soaked.

No worries, I can warm you

up.

Oh, all right, Brockster.

You asked for it.

Warm me up.

Sure.

Here I am.

All lips, all nice and chapped.

Come on, let’s go, Brockie.

(Kissing)

Hey!

I knew it.

All talk, no action.

♪

Knock, knock.

Are you sure Mats used a

blanket?

I don’t know.

I don’t care.

I’m freezing my buns off.

Are you ready to go in now?

I’m not really wanted there.

I promise, you are.

Everyone’s out looking for you.

Oh, you mean Sharon stopped

necking long enough to go find

me?

(Coughing)

I guess so.

♪

SHARON: Josh!

ALDEN: Josh!

He’s not answering.

He must have drowned.

All because of me.

Why didn’t I pay more attention?

Why didn’t I just do what he

wanted me to do?

Oh, my God, oh, my God, what

have I done?

Sharon, everything’s going to

be okay.

Is that all you can think of

doing now?

My brother’s probably dead.

Like I can even think about

making out.

I wasn’t, I mean...

(Sobbing)

Sharon, wait.

(Sobbing)

Josh!

Where were you?

I was in my fort in the

backyard.

You wanna see it?

Didn’t you hear us calling?

We were freaking out.

I didn’t think you’d even

notice I was gone.

(Sighing)

What kind of a sister do you

think I am?

SHARON NARRATING: Okay, so it

wasn’t the kiss I was planning

on that day.

It was completely spontaneous,

without a whisper of romance.

I mean, this was my brother.

My amazing, talented, sort of

crazy little brother.

But at that moment, it was the

best kiss of my life.

(Piano playing)

Did I thank you for finding

Josh?

About 76 times.

Thank you again.

Piano playing)

(Cheering)

Did I tell you I was sorry yet?

About 43 times.

Well, I’m sorry again.

I should have invited you over.

♪

Bravo!

Way to go, Josh!

♪