Ruby? Hey, Ruby.
Ruby, good morning.
Buenos días.
Oh. Morning.
- Something wrong with your room? - No.
No, um.
I-I-I came out here last night
because I thought Isla would show up.
But I guess I fell asleep.
Yes, you did. All you all right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah... man.
Oh, my back's a little pissed off at me.
I just don't get it.
Why does she keep ghosting me?
I don't know, Ruby.
But my advice...
When someone shows you who they are,
you believe them.
Now, come on.
It's almost time to meet the plane.
Oh. A honeymoon?
Just the opposite.
- A divorce? - Not that opposite.
- Meet Laura Turner. - Hi.
I'm your host, Elena Roarke, and this is my associate, Ruby.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
Thank you.
What a beautiful dress.
Uh, yeah, I guess it is.
Do you get a lot of jilted brides on the island?
Um, you're the first one.
Yippee.
You've been through a lot, Laura.
David's going to take your luggage to your suite,
and then we can talk.
No luggage. It's just me.
- Mm. - Okay.
You know, I haven't even really cried yet.
I mean, I keep thinking I will, but...
No.
Well, just in case...
They're the good ones, but with aloe.
Why don't you tell us what happened?
I was supposed to get married three days ago, and my fi...
My ex-fiancé, Brad, didn't show up.
Mm. Did he say why?
He just texted, "Laura, I'm sorry, I can't marry you."
That's it.
Now you know as much as I do.
Ouch.
I mean, I thought we were so happy.
Were you fighting more than usual?
We had this disagreement about the seating arrangements
during rehearsal dinner, and...
And there were a couple other little things.
But, I mean, that's normal, right?
Mm. Yeah.
Three days before Mel and I got married,
I locked myself in the bathroom over the color of the napkins.
I just... I don't understand what happened.
- Do you need to take that? - No.
No, that is my parents trying to find me.
- And you don't want to be found? - Not by them.
They are the last people that I need to see right now.
You don't get along?
They don't get along.
If you knew them, you'd understand.
I'm an only child of a really bad divorce.
So, if I talk to my dad, my mom gets upset.
And if I talk to my mom, my dad gets upset.
It's been that way since I was 12.
So it's just easier right now
if I don't have to deal with either one.
- Sounds difficult. - Yeah.
Luckily, I had this imaginary friend, Peaches,
to complain to.
She got me through the worst of it.
Mine was Jasmine.
So what can the Island do for you, Laura?
Well, I've never felt more alone or unloved.
So...
My fantasy would be to feel loved, completely.
I understand.
Completely.
And you will, I promise.
I'll take you to your suite.
Oh, my gosh.
Hi.
Laura's veil. She left it in the plane.
Oh, I'll make sure she gets it.
That's very sweet of you.
I'm a very sweet guy.
Well, if you're such a sweet guy,
maybe you want to cheer up a friend.
You?
No.
Um, Ruby.
She feels down about Isla, and,
I think a dinner with friends would help.
A friend dinner, for Ruby?
Yeah, just friends hanging out.
You, me, Ruby, and Segundo.
- I like to hang out with friends. - Great.
I'll see you tomorrow at 7:00.
I'll bring the wine.
Bye.
And here we are.
Okay, you'll find some clothes inside
just in case you feel like changing, okay?
All right, you just let me know if you need anything else.
Right.
Oh, and, um,
I'm going through some heartbreak of my own.
Nothing like what you're going through, but, uh,
I'm a sympathetic ear if you need one.
- I'll be fine. - I know you will be.
- Uh, Ruby? - Yes?
What happens now?
Oh, well, now, your fantasy begins.
This sucks.
Ha, I got you!
Ta-da!
- Peaches? - Laura?
Hey!
Oh, I love you!
Oh, I love you too!
Oh, I've missed you.
Oh, same.
But you can't be real.
Oh, yes, I can be real.
You want to check my heartbeat?
Wait... wait, what?
Did my boobs finally come in?
Oh, and they're nice!
Oh, and look at you, Laura.
You are so beautiful.
We are totally hot.
So what should we do first? Maybe go to the mall?
I don't think that there's a mall here.
Okay, well, do you want to tell me what's wrong?
If I'm here, it means you need me.
Well...
I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon.
My fiancé left me at the altar.
Oh, no, that's bad.
It's not good.
Well, everything's going to be okay,
because everything's great when we're together.
You know what?
You're right.
Oh, no! Wait, where's your necklace?
My BFF necklace?
Oh, um, it didn't...
It didn't really go with this dress,
but I for sure have it someplace.
Um, wait...
Is this my old bedspread?
And all of my old posters?
I am seriously reverting right now.
I still can't believe you liked the Backstreet Boys.
Um, Backstreet Boys were amazing.
Ooh, yeah. That's your bedspread.
That's where I spilled the red nail polish,
- and you couldn't get it out. - Okay, seriously,
why are all of these things from my old room here?
Don't know, don't care.
Come on, let's go down by the pool
and order, like, ten root beer floats.
Come on!
Okay!
Wait, that's Brad?
Isn't he cute?
I guess.
But he's old. Like, 30.
I'm old. Like, 30.
Oh, right, oops.
- You know who else is 30? - Who?
I'm looking at her.
- Oh. - Mm-hmm.
Ladies, what can I get you?
Can you... do you see her?
You mean the woman sitting right next to you?
Never mind, uh, we'll take two root beer floats, please.
Oh, add alcohol, please.
We're legal.
- Alcohol? - Mm-hmm.
Any particular kind?
Uh, one of the clear ones?
Vodka.
You got it, all right.
You know what? I've been thinking,
and I realize that Brad is a loser.
- You think? - Yes!
He had the chance to marry you and he didn't?
Loser.
Well, look at all of your amazing qualities...
You're beautiful.
I'm pretty.
And you're super smart.
I'm smart, I'm not, like, super smart.
And you read tons.
Oh, and you're really good at making collages.
I do make amazing collages.
You're funny, you're loyal, and you smell good.
Ooh, you know what didn't smell good?
Brad's feet every night when he gets into bed.
Wait, you sleep together?
Oh, we do a lot of things together.
Uh... did.
Well, tell me something else
that's awful about Brad the loser.
Oh, he hates salads.
And he'll spend all day watching sports,
and doesn't even care about it.
Oh, and he never listens to his voicemail.
- Loser. - Such a loser.
Oh, that's probably Brad the loser
calling to grovel right now.
- It's just one of my parents. - Ugh, them.
- Exactly. - Root beer floats...
- Ooh! - With vodka.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
Can I get you anything else?
Yes...
Yes, you can.
You can get me your sharpest pair of scissors, please.
Okay, you got it.
What are the scissors for?
You'll see.
Uh, what are you doing?
This.
And this!
Okay, I like it, but why?
It's a constant reminder
of Brad the loser!
What kind of monster doesn't show up for his own wedding?
- He doesn't deserve me. - That's right.
- Loser! - Loser!
Loser! Yes!
I can't believe how good this feels!
Ooh! ♪ Brad is a loser! ♪
Cut, cut, cut!
♪ Brad is a loser, Brad is a loser ♪
♪ Brad, Brad, Brad, ♪ ♪ Brad, Brad is a loser ♪
♪ Brad is a loser ♪
♪ Brad is a loser! ♪
- Hello. - Hey.
- You wanted to see me? - Yeah.
Are you free for dinner tomorrow?
Mm, what's the occasion?
Oh, no occasion. Just a pick me up.
I'm also inviting Javier and Segundo.
Oh, I would love to come.
Oh, and by the way,
I saw Laura leaving the pool with someone.
Looks like she might have made a new friend.
Actually, it's an old friend.
- Peaches. - Peaches?
This island never disappoints.
But I'm happy for Laura.
You know, every girl needs a wingman,
and I'm lucky you're mine.
♪ Loser Brad! Loser Brad! ♪
♪ Loser Brad, loser Brad, ♪ ♪ Brad, you a loser! ♪
♪ Cut it, cut it, cut it, ♪ ♪ cut, cut it, cut it ♪
♪ Loser Brad, loser Brad, ♪ ♪ loser, loser, loser Brad ♪
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, what did I do?
You shredded Brad the loser!
This belonged to Brad's great-grandmother.
It was part of her wedding dress, and,
he wanted it to be
the something blue that was part of mine, and,
I shredded it.
Well, he shredded your heart, and that's worse.
No!
No, no, no... don't cry over Brad the loser!
Oh, but he's... He's not a loser.
I mean, he's actually really wonderful.
Well, I doubt it.
No, it's true.
He is sweet and funny,
and he let me name our dog Hermione.
He makes me chicken soup when I'm sick,
and not from the can.
From scratch.
And he calls me when he's coming home late from work.
And he makes me laugh harder than anyone ever.
Well, what about me?
You're amazing, Peaches.
But you're not real.
Most of the time.
And I miss him.
No, don't cry.
Don't cry... everything's going to be okay.
Brad!
Oh, Brad!
Ruby?
What are you doing out here?
I've been waiting for you.
Where have you been?
It's hard to explain.
Then try... help me understand.
I'm supposed to stay away,
but, I can't.
I... I had to come back.
I had to tell you.
What?
That I love you.
Hmm?
What?
Hello?
Yeah, hi.
Okay, sure, yeah... I'll be...
I'll be right there.
Okay.
Thank you for coming.
- Something wrong? - Not exactly.
Okay.
Laura!
What are you doing here?
Why haven't you answered your phone?
And who in the world is Peaches?
Just so you know, sweetheart,
I have updated everyone who wasn't there.
So, you don't have to call anyone.
Thanks, Mom, that's so amazing
- that you handled that for me. - The Costelinas,
were especially upset.
Cousin Lily was sobbing. Aunt Frida too.
I mean, the whole process really took a lot out of me.
I'm sorry.
- Thank you for... for helping. - Mm-hmm.
Your mother lives for drama.
An email would have been fine.
She wanted to make those calls.
You are a Neanderthal.
Dealing with those vendors, now, that was the real crisis.
I took care of everything, sweetie.
Well, thank you.
It's not that hard to write a check.
Speaking of which, I want you,
to write down every hurtful thing Brad's done to you.
- I'm sorry, what? - Big thing, small things.
I already wrote down the whole no-show thing.
Doesn't have to be this second, but it really should
be within the next 48 hours.
I've got a lawyer on retainer.
You want to sue her fiancé?
Dad, that's really not necessary.
Arthur, our daughter is in pain.
You stop thinking about money.
You cannot put a dollar figure on emotional trauma.
Well, I remember yours having a pretty specific one.
Oh, hey, has anybody tried this frittata?
You are asking her to further humiliate herself
so you can feel like a big shot.
I think it's asparagus, maybe some spring vegetables.
I'm trying to protect her.
Oh, now you want to protect her?
What's that supposed to mean?
How about the time you took her to Hawaii, hmm?
And that other woman was there?
Laura was totally blindsided.
That other woman has been my wife for almost 20 years,
Melanie, you know her name.
Uh, excuse me, I'll be right back.
Okay.
How is it protecting a girl
when all they do is learn
that women can always be traded in for a younger model?
Stephanie is four years younger than you, Melanie.
You called my parents? What were you thinking?
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't be mad at me.
You were just really, really sad, and I was freaking out,
and I didn't know what else to do.
But I told you what they were like.
I mean, they're pretty much the entire reason you exist.
But I was just thinking maybe you were exaggerating.
You know, we were kids.
And sometimes kids are dramatic.
But now I see that they're really, really bad.
Yeah, which is why I didn't want them to find me.
Because now everything is about their feelings,
and I haven't even taken the time to deal with mine.
I know, I'm sorry, my bad.
But, I mean, now that they're here,
maybe, I don't know, you can talk to them.
I was talking to them until I started getting
pelted with raspberries.
No, they were talking at you.
So I was thinking maybe you could tell them
about how you feel about them.
- Oh, no... no way. Hard pass. - No, come on.
No, you know, no, you know what?
I will deal with my parents. You just go away.
I don't need to take advice from somebody
who still fantasizes about kissing Justin Timberlake.
Wha... like you don't!
Um...
What did you mean last night,
when you said that you're supposed to stay away from me?
It's complicated, Ruby.
Hold on...
Did someone tell you to stay away from me?
I don't want to lie to you.
Then don't.
It was Roarke.
Roarke told me to stay away.
But she doesn't even know you.
I mean, you don't know her.
Actually, we go way back.
This doesn't make any sense.
Roarke cares about me,
she wants me to be happy.
There's a lot about Elena Roarke you don't know.
There's a lot about you that I don't know.
The Roarkes and my people,
have a long history.
And it hasn't always been a positive one.
Okay.
It's time you tell me who you really are.
What you really are.
I think you already know.
Sorry, but this is for your own good.
Also, that haircut was super cute.
You lied to me.
You made me think that Isla was ghosting me when it was you?
You... you told her to stay away from me?
Okay, Ruby...
No, you're supposed to be my friend.
I am your friend.
- That's why I did it. - Well,
I'm supposed to be living my authentic truth.
I mean, that's what you said.
- And you are. - What if Isla is my truth?
But she's not.
You don't get to decide that, Elena.
Listen to me...
There are things that you don't
- understand. - Like what?
The fact that she's a mermaid? I know.
Yes... es una sirenita!
And she may not lure your ship
into the rocks like in legends,
but she's dangerous nonetheless, Ruby.
Well, not to me!
You and I, were called
to this island because we have a purpose.
Oh, stop!
You walk around here in your white suits
and your cryptic words of wisdom.
But you're a liar!
I'm trying to protect you.
She's in your head.
You don't know what you're talking about.
You know that song you keep hearing?
She put it there.
Ruby, come on, you're smart.
You can't trust her.
You're the one I can't trust, Elena.
Hey!
I see you're getting a head start.
- Oh. - Am I early?
I'm so sorry, Javier, I forgot to cancel.
It's not happening.
How come?
Well, Ruby and I, we had a disagreement.
You want to talk about it?
No.
That's too bad, because I'm staying.
So what was the fight about?
It wasn't a fight, it was...
Yeah, it was a fight.
Big one.
Ruby's about to make an enormous mistake, and I'm...
I was trying to protect her.
And?
And I may have told a little white lie in the process.
Ah.
It was for her own good.
Right?
I messed up.
We'll figure it out.
I've got time.
True storytelling event?
Did invite me to her pool party...
I'm the only girl in our class who's not going.
I just want to hide in my room forever,
but Mom met Stephanie today, and now she's a mess.
No.
I had to do something to make her feel better.
Oh, my God, my diary!
That's why Stacey didn't invite me.
And guess what Dad gave me?
Another Beanie Baby.
I haven't collected Beanie Babies in forever.
He doesn't even know who I am.
He just thinks I am whoever he wants me to be.
I'm so sick of being adoring and grateful
and always making him feel better for walking out on us.
And now I'm stuck with another pair of those stupid big eyes
just staring at me.
Stop.
Two days later, Mom wants me to give all
my stupid Beanie Babies away,
but it's only because she hates them
and she doesn't like looking at them.
But what if dad asked me where they are?
I just want to run away.
I could sell T-shirts for Justin Timberlake.
That girl who's selling them when Mom took me to the concert
wasn't that much older than me.
I wonder if she gets to hang out with him.
Oh, my God, I have to meet him.
We'll be so happy together.
We'll never fight.
We'll be such good parents. We'll listen to our kids.
We'll care about their feelings more than ours,
like parents are supposed to.
Stop.
Laura?
Honey? No!
Laura, wait.
Honey, please, talk to us.
Please.
You don't feel like that now, do you?
Of course I do.
You have ruined my life.
I hate you! I hate you both so much!
Listen, okay, I'll tell you...
It means, when frogs grow hair.
Really, your family never said that?
No.
Crazy sayings and magic islands?
No, no, no, that's Roarke territory.
Indeed.
This is fun.
I'm glad that I forgot to cancel.
I wonder what happened to Segundo.
Probably fell asleep.
Listen, try not to worry too much about Ruby.
Things will work out.
Look at us...
Friends.
- Great friends. - Yeah.
Have a good night.
Hey.
- Can I sit? - Sure.
It was the song.
What was the song?
Why Brad didn't show up to our wedding.
Our first dance was gonna be "Give Me Love" by Ed Sheeran.
I don't know who that is.
Imagine an emo Justin Timberlake.
Got it.
But when we were all getting ready,
my mom overheard my dad's wife cooing
about how that song was special to them too.
So, my mom got really upset,
and I said that we could do a different song.
No biggie.
Are you serious?
I texted Brad to let him know
because he was the one dealing with the DJ.
I didn't even think about it.
I figured that, it was just a song.
Next thing I know,
he's texting me that he can't marry me.
You put your parents first,
on your own fudging wedding day?
All of my life, I have tried not to upset them,
to make them happy, so that they wouldn't leave me.
Like they left each other.
Yeah, ever since their divorce,
I have put them first, their needs.
I have ruined so many things...
Vacations, possible job opportunities,
- my apartment. - What? Your apartment?
I let my dad's wife decorate it...
It's like a weird "Game of Thrones" thing.
- I don't know what that is. - Okay, imagine
"Melrose Place" with dragons
and, like, a million characters.
- Got it. - Yeah.
Brad told me...
He told me so many times I needed
to create boundaries with them,
but, I brushed it off.
I told him he didn't get it.
Brad was right.
If I ever want to have my own life,
and I want to share it with somebody that I love,
I need to learn to create boundaries with my parents.
What if I can't?
Hey, you were the only girl in the sixth grade
who knew all the words to Salt-N-Pepa's
"None of Your Business" without messing up.
If you can do that, you can definitely do this.
Peaches...
You're my best friend.
BFFs forever.
There, you look awesome.
Totally grown up.
Like a scary teacher.
Somehow they always manage to make me feel like a kid.
No way, look at you!
You are a grown-ass woman.
- Say it. - Peaches...
Say it!
- I am a grown-ass woman. - Yes!
And my parents do not rule my life.
All together now.
I am a grown-ass woman,
and my parents do not rule my life.
Yes! Now go get them.
Okay... oh, um...
Can we come in?
Sure, yeah.
- How are you, sweetheart? - Uh, fine.
I was actually just coming to talk to you.
- We promise to listen. - Yeah.
We just love you, so much.
Okay, what is going on right now?
Is one of you dying?
No.
We just feel that, what happened at the wedding
may have had just a teensy bit to do with us.
Hi.
So...that happened.
Oops.
Listen, I've been thinking about what you told me,
- about Ruby. - Yeah?
About how you stepped in and tried to protect her,
even though,
she didn't ask you to, or want you to.
Well, it was a unique situation.
Was it?
What do you mean?
I feel like it's what you did to me.
That's why you broke things off, right?
- Javier, please don't... - No, actually,
Elena, you never told me why.
And I didn't put it together until just now,
but at some point, something happened,
and you decided that I needed space to get to know Helene.
So you took yourself out of the equation.
Okay, it is much more complicated than that.
Okay, there was a time loop...
There's always a damn time loop,
or, or-or, quicksand,
or, magic mirrors, or mermaids.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's part of the deal being with Elena Roarke.
Believe me, I get it.
Hell, I love it.
But I'm not a guest.
Neither is Ruby.
You don't get to make decisions for us.
Can you feel it?
The power of the ocean?
I feel your power.
It's one and the same, Ruby.
I have so many questions,
that I don't even know where to begin.
But, I do have one main one.
You want to know if we can be together?
- Yeah. - We can be together...
Forever.
But there's a price.
There's always a price.
I can't stay here with you.
I can only hold this form for so long.
But I can bring you with me.
You can become one of us.
I don't know.
It's freedom,
like you've never known.
But I can't decide for you.
You have to choose.
Can you show me?
Oh!
This dress symbolizes my entire life.
- What have you done? - Wasn't my first choice.
I wanted something simple,
for the wedding, and the dress.
Brad and I wanted close family and friends in Carmel,
overlooking the ocean.
But, you wanted St. Peters, and a designer dress.
- Right, Mom? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
And once that was decided, well,
Dad just had just had to outdo you,
and booked a Tavern on the Freaking Green.
And, I caved.
And I made Brad cave,
because, that is what I always do.
I make excuses and compromises, all to please you.
And that's on me, but it's on you too.
You looked so beautiful in the dress, though, sweetheart.
- That's not the point, Mom. - Not the point, Melanie.
Do you even know the point, Dad?
You're angry?
Yes!
Yes, I'm angry!
I'm angry at all the years that you
made me choose which one of you to spend Christmas with.
I am angry for all of the times that you tried
to make me pick a side over the stupidest things.
And I am tired of being the rope
pulled back and forth in this game
of who loves Laura most.
Are we really that bad?
You're worse,
both of you.
And it cost me the love of my life.
Look, I love you both,
but I cannot be responsible
for your happiness anymore.
I've been selfish.
I'm so sorry.
But, I just want you to be happy, really.
Mom...
Arthur Turner for Brad Connocenti.
Dad, what are you doing?
Brad, I want to apologize...
To you, and to Laura.
Yes, she's fine. She's...
More than fine. She's amazing.
Unfortunately, she has idiots for parents.
She's informed us, and we have agreed that, uh,
our terrible behavior
has interfered with your happiness.
That's going to change.
Thank you.
Oh, you think it's okay to take all of this stuff?
Well, they gave you the suitcase, right?
- Yeah. - So they must expect you to
fill it with something.
And it's too small for me. I already tried.
Thank you, Peaches.
For everything.
You know, I needed you, and you were there.
Of course I was. We're best friends.
Foreva.
I wish you could come with me.
Yeah, me too.
But you're all grown up now.
I know. Growing up is hard.
Well, so is being a kid.
But you made it through that.
Yeah, because of you.
Yeah, that was totally because of me.
Anyway,
I'll always be with you.
Right here.
I always have been,
you just, forgot.
Don't forget again, okay?
No, I won't.
You know what? It's all gonna totally work out.
You know what? I kinda think it is.
- You want to shake on it? - Yes!
Hey!
I shouldn't have lied.
It's... it's not my...
My job, to make other people's decisions,
even when I'm convinced that it's the right thing to do.
Okay.
And I, of all people,
should know that it never works. I know.
So yes, Ruby, I'm sorry. I am...
I'm very sorry.
Well, I appreciate that, Elena.
I really do.
But, um, it's just...
Not that simple.
Isla asked me to join her.
Oh, I see.
And I assume you're going to tell me
what a terrible idea it is?
Correct.
I'm in love with her.
And love can cloud your vision, Ruby.
Ah.
It's your life.
I get it.
I'm not going to interfere anymore.
Can I offer you a ride to the dock?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Oh, Ms. Roarke, Ruby,
thank you for everything.
We wanna thank you, too,
for opening our eyes.
Well, I give Laura the credit for that.
And Peaches.
Yeah, what happened to her?
Oh, I'm sure she's around here somewhere.
Well, before we go, Laura, honey,
you spent your whole life
trying to prove how much you love us.
But that's our job.
And we're going to try to stop sucking at our job.
We've got a surprise.
Surprise?
Brad?
Was this your idea?
It's the last time we interfere.
From now on, we're all about boundaries.
This time, I'm okay with it.
- I'm so sorry. - Me too.
We should talk.
Yeah, we should.
Make sure they have a honeymoon suite,
- whatever it costs. - And we'd like to split it.
No need.
Laura and Brad, they're my guests.
They'll have a beautiful place to talk and reconnect.
Thank you.
- Thank you, Mom. - We love you. Good luck.
- Love you. - Thank you, Brad.
Love you, sweetheart.
So...
What color did you end up with?
- For what? - Your wedding napkins.
The ones you locked yourself in the bathroom over?
When you and Mel got married?
I...
I don't know what you're talking about.
Mel, your husband.
Oh, right, yes.
Um...
Of course, I remember Mel, yes. I remember him.
Um, the-the...
The color of the napkins were lavender.
Yeah, yeah.
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