Wayward

You're lying on your back, crying out for your mother.

She is standing, facing the wall.

She has her back to you.

A bell rings.

-Your mother turns to face you. -Hey! Whoa! Get back!

In her mouth is a door.

Go! Go!

Come on, man! Let's go!

Hey!

-Stop right there! -Go! Go!

Shit!

You're lying on your back, crying out for your mother.

She is standing, facing the wall.

She has her back to you.

A bell rings.

Your mother turns to face you. She is silent,

but her mouth is open wide.

In her mouth is a door.

I can't believe this song came out 30 years ago.

We were born in the wrong era, dude.

$11.76. We're rich!

Dude, when we move to Vancouver, we won't even need money.

'Kay? We'll be livin' off the grid. We can grow whatever we need.

Shit. We should live by a river, and then we can irrigate the land.

Irrigate the land?

Dude, I got 13% on my English essay last term.

I'm too dumb to irrigate the land.

You are not dumb, Abbie. It's called dyslexia. Look it up.

I can't look it up.

I'm fuckin' dyslexic!

My dad called me a parasite the other day.

-What?! -A parasite. I know, right?

Abbie, that's really messed up.

Shit.

-Go, go, go! -We gotta go!

We need to do the honors.

John, Paul, George, Ringo. We honor you.

Whoo!

I thought you blocked the door.

You thought wrong. I did not!

Oh shit!

My God, I can't run when I have to pee!

-Oh, that's Claire! Claire, up here! -Claire, hey!

-Sorry, guys. -We're stuck!

Can you open the fire escape door?

Mr. Turner's looking for you, Leila. They announced it.

Okay, the bell just went. We're like two minutes late.

That was the lunch bell, you lab rats.

-Shit. -It was?

Here.

-You're welcome. -You're kidding me, right?

Mwah.

Thank you.

Ready?

Now!

Do I look stoned?

Very. Say you have hay fever.

Leila. Hi.

I have hay fever.

Come on in.

No, no, no. Abbie, not you.

You should get to class.

You've missed 12 classes this term alone, Leila. Twelve.

And when you do show up, you're not exactly all there.

Do you know what I mean by that?

Look, the whole faculty knows that you've had a difficult couple of years.

That's why I'm on your side, kiddo.

You stopped going to the grief counselor the school found for you?

Her office smelled like stale Cheerios.

So now, what? Just gonna rough it out? Alone?

I'm not alone.

-I have Abbie. -Right.

Let's talk about Abbie.

She's my best friend. We'd die for each other.

She's my lifeblood. What about her?

Well, sometimes when we're drowning,

we, uh, grab onto another person like a life raft.

And we might not mean to,

but we end up dragging that person right down with us.

I wanna talk to you about a possible solution.

And I want you to be as open-minded as you can be.

-What the hell is this? -It's a school.

A therapeutic school.

And I think… it might be a good fit.

I've spoken to them, and they would be thrilled to have you.

And, good news alert, your mom's on board too.

In the hills and valleys of beautiful, verdant Vermont,

there is a place.

A place where your teenager can grow and thrive.

-At Tall Pines Academy. -Wait, Vermont?

-Like, America? -Land of the free.

My name is Evelyn Wade.

I'm an author, a life coach,

and the lead youth counselor here at Tall Pines Academy.

We use groundbreaking therapeutic techniques,

rigorous academics,

and a transcendent connection with nature

to solve the problem of adolescence.

"The problem of adolescence"?

There's no mathematical way for you to turn the year around, Leila.

We just gotta accept that.

No, I'm gonna turn it around, okay?

I'm gonna do good on my finals. I won't miss any more classes.

Leila, sometimes parents let their children fall through the cracks.

So someone else has to be there to gather them up.

Okay! Let's get you back to class, kiddo.

Promise me that you're gonna get excited about this opportunity.

Because this train… has already left the station.

Well, this is just so…

-Normal? -It's so normal.

-Well, what were you expecting? -I don't know.

You said this place was like a progressive, intentional community, so…

I don't know.

Maybe yurts or something? Farms?

You okay, Laura?

It just smells exactly the same.

When it went up for auction, Evelyn said she got it for a song.

Yeah, but still, we have to pay her rent.

This is insane.

You can try, but she won't take it.

Why don't we see what it's like inside? We might hate it.

Oh my God.

What is happening?

This is insane.

Oh my God. I mean…

You know, we'll get our own stuff. We'll make it ours.

There's no doors.

Good. I hate doors.

Alex, come up here.

We can make this the nursery.

We can put the crib over here.

Change table over here.

What else do babies need? PlayStation?

Oh man.

I… I don't think I ever thought that I could have this.

-Like, I don't think I imagined-- -Hey.

We deserve this.

It's just like, movin' back to your tiny hometown

wasn't exactly our plan, really that…

I know that I said that I would set us up and keep us safe--

Alex, this is not a failure.

Detroit was a shithole.

There was nothing there for us. We tried.

This is a second chance.

-We should unpack. -Mm. Yeah, we should.

So, you're not suspended?

Leila! Come on. What did he say?

Um, no, it's fine. He just wanted me to go back to that grief counselor.

Man, why is everyone so mad at us all the time?

-They're obsessed with us! -Right?

Honestly, I wish that your parents and my mom would just get stoned with us.

Then they would see we're actually so jokes.

So jokes and so kind.

Dude, I forgot to tell you.

Kyle said he can get us shrooms tomorrow after he gets paid.

-Mm.Yeah. Nah, I'm good. -Mm.

Okay, why don't you like Kyle?

I barely know him.

He never hangs out. And he's old, bro!

When you were born, he was probably already a manager at McDonald's.

He's 26, not 70.

Well, same difference.

If we're not outta here by the time we're 20,

will you rob a bank with me?

As long as we get to wear cool masks.

I don't see color in my dreams. Is that strange?

I see nothing but fucked-up things.

Have you eaten more than a Twizzler today?

Nope. Nothin' in the fridge. Oh, so Eli? Fully horny for you.

-He told Erica, and she told me. -Really?

Eli? No, whatever, man. I'm not really vibing anyone.

I'm just kinda, like, developing my spirit.

And when I come out of my cocoon, I shall meet my Bob Dylan.

You can still get laid in a cocoon.

Charming.

-Hi, Dad. -Hi, Brian.

You must have worked up an appetite today during the 40 minutes you were in class.

Mr. Turner called.

-Do you know how hard I work, Abbie? -No.

-That Brie's not cheap. -You can have the Brie back.

It's not about the Brie. Carla!

You want a snack? We have Brie in the fridge.

No, Carla, that's not what… Leila, we need to have a family talk.

What? Leila is family, and we have to study for finals together.

Claire! Claire!

Come here, please.

-Will you study with Abbie tonight? -I'm not her social worker, Dad.

-Where's the Brie? -We should've bought more.

Okay, Leila, out!

Out!

-Can I go now? -Go!

What are we supposed to do, Abbie?

You're gonna fail the year. For what?

To follow around some criminal?

What? She's not a criminal.

Oh, really?

What do you know about the night her sister died?

Dad.

I told you, she had nothing to do with it.

So she says. Nobody's fooled. She's a crackhead, Abbie.