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I'm glad you're impressed.

Hey, I'm happy you called.

I'm happy you called. What?

Lunch? Tomorrow?

Sure, sure. I know the place.

Twelve-thirty it is.

I'll see you then.

- Here he is. And?

- What happened?

- She wants to have lunch.

- Okay.

- Just the two of us.

- All right. Fantastic.

See? There's progress. That's great.

Who left that gate open?

Bry, get her out of here. Take the lead.

- Move!

- Go, go!

More security here now!

That's it. Move.

Casey!

Bernie, stand by, stand by.

- Go, go, go.

- Watch your head.

Here, take this. The sugar will

take the edge off the shock.

Come on, come on, drink some more.

It's okay. It's okay. You're safe.

You're safe now.

Bernie.

Casey. Rambo.

Seriously, Bry,

you should think about coming with us.

You've got the edge.

There's more of this to be had.

- She's going to college next year?

- Yep.

- You're gonna lose her.

- That gives me a year to find her.

Mr. Mills, she'd like to see you.

- How are you feeling?

- Better.

So your daughter

wants to be a singer?

Yep, since she was 5.

It's not what everyone thinks it is.

Once the glam wears off, it's just

a lot of hotel rooms, lots of airports.

It's what she wants.

The first number is Gio,

my vocal coach.

If he says she can sing, she can sing.

He'll give her coaching she needs,

the fee is on me.

The second number is my manager.

If Gio clears her,

he'll make sure she gets a shot.

- Thank you.

- No, Mr. Mills, thank you.

- There she is.

- Dad.

- Hi, sweetie.

- Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Don't look so excited.

I was just surprised.

I thought it was just gonna be Kim and I.

I asked Mom to come.

One raspberry-banana milkshake,

extra cherries, just the way you like it.

- Thanks.

- Lennie... Lenore.

- Would you like something?

- I'm fine, thanks.

So?

So, Dad, guess what.

- You know my friend Amanda?

- Yep.

Her cousins asked us to spend vacation

with them in Paris.

How cool is that?

- Why do you want to go to Paris?

- Dad. Hello?

The Louvre, the Impressionist museum,

the Picasso Museum.

I didn't know you were so into art.

Are you kidding? I've been to the MOMA,

like, a hundred times.

Amanda went last summer, she came

back, she could practically speak French.

And because you're under 18...

...you need my permission

to leave the country?

Dad, please. I really, really wanna go.

They've got this

sick apartment overlooking the river.

- Just you and Amanda?

- And her cousins.

Don't make a big deal out of this, Bryan.

Just sign the paper.

- What?

- I'm not comfortable with this.

- Dad.

- I know the world, sweetie.

- Dad, please.

- A 17-year-old should not travel alone.

- I'm not gonna be alone.

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