Killer Prom

Oh...

Why are family reunions so stressful?

- Because everyone's family is a little bit crazy.

- Hmm. So true. Maya... I know you'd rather be

snap-talking or whatever you call it with your friends,

but can you please get off of that thing?

- Um, "snap-talking" isn't a thing, Mom.

Anyway, I'm looking up prom dresses for the biggest

night of my life. - And I'm excited for you, but

the dance is still months away. - You know,

planning started the first day of school.

- OK. Let's do this, Wilson family.

Look, he's hungry! Hi.

- Oh... it's Sienna! God...

- I wonder how she's doing. - Hopefully better than when

I talked to her a month ago. - Hannah banana!

Hi...

Oh! Oh, my God.

Look how handsome you are!

Well, you take after your father.

He got so big!

I mean, Tony, how do you stay so fit?

- Just keep hitting the gym every day, I guess.

Handsome and modest.

Oh, my goodness. Maya, you're a goddess now. Come here.

Oh, my God. I can't believe it's been two years since I've

seen you guys in the flesh. We have got to get

a picture together. - Yeah, here. Get in there.

- Here, come here. Come on. Get in.

- OK. And here we go... Oh... what a beautiful family.

Hey, look at us hotties.

You see? - Not bad.

- And Hannah, um, congrats on your promotion.

You are climbing the corporate ladder.

You're a superwoman.

- Enough about me. How's the LA real estate market?

- It's really good! But to be honest, I miss home.

You can take the girl out of Philly, but you can't

take Philly out of the girl. - Would you ever move home?

I'll never say never.

By the way, Hannah, I'm taking Aunt Shirley's boat out

in a bit. Wanna come with? I need some girl time.

Sure... I'd love to.

What's going on?

- I don't know. I think the engine overheated.

You know, uh... when I was little,

my mom always told me that she wanted you

as a daughter because I was

damaged goods.

- "Damaged"? - Oh, yeah, damaged.

Damaged up here. Can you- can you hold this?

Yeah, she always reminded me

that I was never good enough, that I wasn't you.

- Do you need money? We can help.

- Yeah, I need $500 a month, every month,

for my fleabag apartment. You are so out of touch!

You live in a bubble, Hannah.

- What can I do? What do you want from me?

I want it all.

I want your man. I want your house.

I want your kids.

I want your life.

- Sienna, help me! You know I can't swim!

Please!

I can't... Please!

- Hello? -

- Sienna, hi. - Uh, how are you doing?

- Oh, well. It's been seven months.

[Things are going as well as could be expected, I guess.]

What's happening with you?

- Well, I actually have some news.

I'm moving back to Philly.

- Wow, that's great. When? -

square a few things away in LA.

- Do you have a job lined up? -

I have my real estate license in California,

and I just need to pass the real estate exam

Right, of course.

Do you know where you're gonna live?

- Oh, I haven't found a place yet.

Everything's so out of my budget that I've been looking at.

I mean, it's easier to find a guy online

[than it is an apartment, and I am]

a real estate agent, so...

- Why don't you stay with us for a few weeks

until you find something? -

Uh, I couldn't impose.

- [We have a huge new house. I insist.]

Are you sure the kids would

be OK with it? I wouldn't wanna...

remind them of... what happened.

- On the contrary, the kids would be very happy to see you.

[We all know Hannah couldn't swim.]

How are they, by the way?

Well, let's see...

Maya will barely talk to me.

[Luke is still having nightmares. I have]

them both seeing a counsellor, but...

you know. It's hard.

Oh, you're a good dad, Tony.

- Some days it doesn't feel like that, but...

I'm trying.

Well, I am looking forward to seeing a friendly face.

I will call you

when I have a more solid plan.

Who was that?

- That was Sienna. She's moving home.

Told her she could come and stay with us a bit.

Is that OK?

Whatever.

What a beautiful house.

Oh, Hannah. You had the perfect life.

Now, it's my turn.

- It's happening! - What?

- I just heard Jake is prom-posing to someone today.

It has to be you. - It's about time

he asked me to prom.

Apparently, he finally broke up

with Miss Resting Bitch Face over the weekend.

- I swear, she could make Cruella de Vil cry.

Oh, my God. This must be it.

What is he doing? - I don't know.

- Will you go to prom with me, Kat?

Of course I will!

- Something wrong? - Just prom stuff.

- You wanna talk about it over dinner?

I already ate.

- I'm here if you change your mind.

I have to do homework.

- Sienna's coming tonight. You think you can say hello?

Maybe.

Homework, Dad!

- I just arrived. I'm on my way, in the car

from the airport as we speak. -

Hopefully, I can coax Maya out of her bedroom.

- Sounds bad. -

with prom, probably a boy thing.

Honestly, I wish her mom were here to talk to her

about that kind of stuff.

Maybe I could.

- I think that could help. Thank you.

[OK. We'll see you soon, alright?]

See you.

Don't worry, Maya.

Mommy's on her way.

The photo did not do this place justice.

The lady of the house has arrived, everyone.

- Sienna! - Luke! Good to see you, buddy!

Come here. - Welcome. I'll get your bags.

- Oh... Thank you. Your new house

is amazing! - We have a pool.

- No way! - Wanna see your room?

- Um, is it OK if I say hi to your sister first?

- Oh, she's just upstairs. - Thank you!

Man of the house. - I tell you.

- I said I'm doing homework, Dad!

- Oh, sorry! It's Sienna. - Oh.

- Can I come in? - Yeah, I guess.

Maya... how are you doing?

I'm OK.

- I hear you've been having prom problems?

Would you like to talk about them?

- Yeah, not really. - OK.

Well, I'm a really good listener.

Anything?

- Well, I though this guy Jake was gonna ask me for sure today

but then he asked this girl Kat, and she just hates me.

- No, no, no, no. She's jealous of you.

- Well, she doesn't like that Jake and I hang out sometimes.

- Do you wanna hear my prom story?

- OK. - It was a week

before the big dance and Roger Johnson dumped me,

asked my best friend,

and she had the nerve to say yes.

- Lame friend! - Yeah.

- Did you end up going? - No.

But it was a good thing because somebody spiked the punch

with castor oil and it was a vomit fest,

and everyone ended up in the emergency room!

- Gross! - Yeah. - Who did it?

They never found out.

And listen, a girl as gorgeous as you

will find an even better date than this Jake the Flake.

I prom-promise.

Mom was really excited

for me to go to prom. She was prom queen, you know.

- I remember. She was a senior when I was a sophomore.