Firefly Lane - Second Season

["Love Will Keep Us Together" by Captain & Tennille playing]

Dear Tully, I wish you could have seen me today.

I actually managed to put in my new contacts finally,

and I wore sky blue eye shadow and your old blue dress,

which I swear is lucky because I aced my French quiz, bien sur.

And then, suddenly, Chrissy G started talking to me after school,

and then Chrissy W said we should hang out sometime,

and then foxy Franklin was totally flirting with me,

or he was talking to me anyway, which is a step toward flirting.

Everybody misses you.

Another letter from Tully?

Shut up, Sean.

Dear Kate, I can't believe I haven't seen you in five whole months.

Things are pretty quiet here.

Gran made macaroni surprise for the millionth time this week,

but I don't mind. It's nice that she cooks.

She started teaching me embroidery,

and not to brag, but I think I might have a natural gift for it.

Don't laugh. I'm serious.

You know I'm good at art.

And I got invited to a party this weekend, but I decided not to go.

Everyone at my school thinks I'm trying to be mysterious,

but really I just want to focus on my journalism career.

Dear Tully, I've been practicing my kissing on the mirror, like you said.

I feel a little ridiculous.

I swear, if I don't get kissed by summer, I'll die.

Or maybe I'll get kissed and I'll be so bad I die of embarrassment.

Either way, please play "Dark Side of the Moon" at my funeral.

Dear Kate, I found something the other day.

I don't know for sure, but I think it's a picture of my dad.

He even looks like me.

I'm gonna show it to Cloud and make her tell me.

I miss you so much.

Still hiding out in here, huh?

I'm not hiding. I'm hostessing.

Come on, it's Dad's wake.

People want to offer their condolences. They can't condole without you.

This was supposed to come without the tails.

- We could talk about what happened. - What happened?

You were fighting with Tully outside the church.

It seemed pretty intense.

If ever there was a moment...

- It's not now. - ...where we could talk about what happened...

- I do not want to talk about Tully Hart. - ...between you and Tully.

- - Okay.

Some weird old guy I've never met keeps pinching my cheeks.

- Uncle Vic. - Uncle Vic.

Can I have a sip?

- Kate, there you are. -

- Aunt Honey, hi. - Oh.

I'm so sorry about your dad.

Oh, such a wonderful man.

Thank you. Thank you so much for coming.

- And, Sean, I heard you're gay now. - Mmm.

Actually, I've been gay forever. I just forgot to tell my wife.

I saw Tully Hart outside the church earlier.

- So pretty in person. - Mm-hmm.

Someone mentioned you two had a falling out.

What happened?

Aunt Honey, I would love to show you the view of the pool.

- It was Dad's favorite spot. - Oh.

How does she afford this place?

I'm sorry people keep asking about Tully.

Yeah, I'm just surprised Aunt Honey doesn't know all the gory details.

- Guess she doesn't read the tabloids. - It's been a while since the accident.

- -

And yet, even though she's not here, still somehow it's all about Tully.

She's like the gift that keeps on taking.

I don't know.

Remember when we found out the news about Dad in Iraq?

She was good that day.

Parsley.

Okay. Thank God.

Just get...

Actually, maybe just one more. Okay.

- Excuse me. - Oh fuck!

I'm so sorry. I just...

You are Tully Hart, aren't you?

Yes. And I love my fans, truly.

My best friend's going through a thing, she needed ice cream. Long story.

I'm just having a bit of a day.

Oh, sure. We all have those, right?

- Thank you. - Of course.

- Okay. - Listen.

I know this probably isn't a great time,

but I have to tell you,

you've been served.

Is there any way I could take a picture with you?

You're the first celebrity I've served. It's really exciting.

Not appropriate.

Got it.

Jesus Christ.

Sid, you're my lawyer. That's why I called you.

This is a nightmare.

That fucker can't sue me.

Yeah, I know I broke my contract.

Because he's a fucking misogynistic prick.

I don't have that kind of money lying around.

I'm rich, but I'm not Oprah rich.

I found out last night

that my best friend's husband was in an IED explosion in Iraq.

She's freaking out. I'm freaking out.

You know what? I can't with this right now.

I gotta go.

- -

- I can't find my passport. - What's going on?

They're airlifting him to Germany. He needs surgery.

There's swelling on his brain, broken bones. I don't know which ones.

Something about a medically induced coma. I'm going to the airport.

I'm on standby for five different flights.

Fuck.

- I found it, I found it. - Oh my God. Thank you, Marah.

This is nuts!

No, it's fine. Sean's gonna stay with Marah.

- My parents are on their way. - Let us know when you get on a flight.

No, it's nuts to wait on a flight.

I'll charter a plane.

It's like 100,000 dollars.

Have you forgotten who you're talking to? It's like pocket change for me.

Come on, I'm taking you to Johnny.

- You were amazing last night. - You were amazing this morning.

Think we have time for one more?

No, but I think we should anyway.

Oh my God. You two are like rabbits.

We have a story to report.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

I'm coming.

No, this time you won't.

Save our trees! Save old growth!

Save our trees! Save our trees!

There's more protestors than I thought there'd be.

Yeah, and we're late. Now we're not gonna get a good spot.

We're fine. We'll get a good spot.

Well, I had a good spot, but KDUG stole it 'cause they were all here on time.

Also, your coffee's cold.

Hey, guys, I have the rations.

- Uh, Kate, cream and sugar. - Thank you.

- Tully, black. - Thanks.

Johnny, I actually made you a thermos full of cappuccino,

still piping hot, thought you might like it.

Oh, thank you, Lottie.

Okay, come on. Let's find us a spot.

All right.

What is it about Australians, huh?

Continent of walking sex gods.

So you guys wanna go see that Madonna movie tonight?

- Maybe. - I don't know.

Okay, cool. All right, well, just let me know.

- We are not doing that, are we? - Hell no.

We're going to see that movie together, alone.

But you should tell our intern that Johnny is your boyfriend

so she'll stop undressing him with her eyes.

Oh please. Lottie's harmless.

Mmm.

Reminds me of me, sort of dorky and sweet.

That girl is not sweet.

Besides, he is not my boyfriend.

I mean, we haven't even talked about what we are yet,

which is why we're keeping quiet.

Yeah, unless I'm in the other room trying to sleep.

When we're done with this, wanna sneak out for a lunch,

just you and me?

- We can go to that place with the oysters. - Oh, I can't today.

I promised Johnny I'd buy lunch.

We've got this bet going, who'd be the first to make the other one...

Um...

Okay, tonight. Let's have some roommate time.

Go to the other place where the wine came out of your nose.

- Or we could just watch Golden Girls. - Oh, um...

- I... - Let me guess.

You have plans with a non-boyfriend, Australian sex god.

You should totally come!

Can't even see the damn protest.

- A bunch of crews blocking the shot. - Ugh.

Never send a man to do a woman's job. I will find us a spot.

Too late for a good shot, huh?

What are you doing here, Danny?

It's this thing called news. Maybe you've heard of it?

Why did KDUG send a sports guy to do a real reporter's job?

Last night, I made a wish on a Blue Fairy,

and I woke up a real boy.

Also, they promoted me.

Oh, that's too bad.

I so enjoy your scintillating commentary on which team threw the ball better.

Still mad at me about what happened that night in Tacoma.

- Nothing happened that night. - That's why you're mad at me.

- You're a piece of work. - I can't help it.

So we were at the same bar.

We flirted all night.

- You were flirting with me. - Look, I fucked up. Okay?

I had a shot with Tully Hart,

and I... I went home with the girl in the red dress, instead.

I... I just...

I wasn't ready for... for us.

There is no us, Danny.

You never had a shot with me.

Well, we made out for an hour.

That was... It was one tiny kiss. Get over it.