Bushwell Plaza, Shays' living room.
Carly walks in with a party tray.
Carly: I am so ready for this.
Carly puts down the party tray. She turns on the light. Suddenly she gets distracted by her brother Spencer dancing and wearing nothing except for an apron. Spencer screams.
Spencer: What are you doing here?
Carly: Setting up for a romantic evening with my boyfriend. I would’ve done it at my place, but rich people have such nice lighting. What are you doing here?!
Spencer: I’m the rich person with the nice lighting that owns this apartment. Wait, you and Beau, that’s tonight? Don’t look at this. (walks behind a sculpture consisting of a giant ampersand and covers it with his arms)
Carly: What is that giant gold monstrosity?
Spencer: It’s a gift I made for you.
Carly: Oh, I love it.
Freddie walks in.
Freddie: Did I miss anything? Oh, you gave it to her without me?
Spencer: Yeah. And her reaction was priceless.
Spencer walks and he and Spencer stand on opposite sides of the giant ampersand.
Freddie: Just a little something for you and Beau as you begin this beautiful journey together as partners.
Freddie presses a button. Lights on the giant ampersand turn on.
Freddie: We thought you could stand on either side of it and be all…
Spencer and Freddie do poses.
Carly: Thank you. Wow, I can’t believe Beau is going to propose that we do a channel together.
Carly picks up the party tray.
Carly: After years of doing “iCarly” with Sam, and then hosting Italian QVC, and then my brief stint in college radio, (puts down party tray) I’m finally going to be back online where I belong, with a partner who I love and trust. (picks up phone) Now, where should I put my phone so I could secretly record him?
Spencer: Now that’s true love.
Carly: I told all the “iCarly” fans to tune in to my livestream. Beau asking me to do a channel together, that’s good content. Why waste it?
Freddie: Couldn’t agree more, which is why after Spencer designed this sculpture, I outfitted it with a sneaky little spot for a camera. (puts phone in between the first hole of the giant ampersand) Mmmm…boop.
Carly: Freddie, this is why we stayed friends all these years, you creepy genius.
Spencer: I actually did the whole making it part, so, you know, who's the real creepy genius?
Carly: This is so exciting. I’ve been wanting to start my own channel again, but I didn’t want to do it by myself. You know what? He’s probably going to be here any minute and I love you guys so much, but get.
Freddie and Spencer run away.
Carly runs to her camera, where she’s live-streaming.
Carly: Hey, everyone. I know it’s been a while, but you guys are in for something really exciting.
Beau, a handsome, long haired guy walks in.
Beau: Carly?
Carly: Beau?
Beau: Hey. Cool shape.
Carly: Yeah, it’s an “and” symbol for Carly and Beau. Doesn’t that make you just wanna stand on either side of it and be all… (makes a pose)
Beau: Sure. Kind of. But for now, let’s sit and be all... (makes a handsome pose)
Beau sits down.
Beau: Carly, we do a lot of things together.
Carly: I know. It’s so great.
Beau: We date. We share a Spotify account. You came with me to the podiatrist.
Carly: I just get you.
Beau: So, I think it’s only natural we…
Carly: (talks over Beau) Start a channel together.
Beau: (talks over Carly) …Need some time apart.
Carly doesn’t realize that her camera was still rolling. She and Beau get confused.
Carly and Beau: Wait, what?
Carly: Time apart? Why?
Spencer: We gotta get the phone.
Spencer and Freddie are hiding behind a wall.
Beau: You came with me to the podiatrist.
Carly: Well, yeah, but that's just because your podiatrist is next to the good dumpling place.
Beau: Could've done takeout.
Carly: They're not as good at room temperature. Deep down, you know that.
Freddie and Spencer peek out from behind the table.
Beau: I love you. I just need a little space, just for a minute.
Carly’s camera is still rolling.
Carly: Oh, space, yeah. I'm fine with space. I love space. It's really nice because it teaches you to appreciate what you had before you took all the space. So, how long are we talking here, like a week?
Beau: Maybe a little longer.
Fingers come up in front of Carly’s camera lens.
Carly: Two?
Beau: Uh…
Carly: You’re just dumping me, aren’t you?
Freddie: Yah! Yah! (throws Carly’s phone on the ground)
Carly: Now I have a broken heart and a broken phone.
Carly picks up her phone from the ground.
Carly: Awesome. It’s still working and live-streaming everything.
Carly throws her phone back on the ground and stomps on it.
Spencer: I think people will see that it was a mutual thing.
***
Opening Credits
***
Bushwell Plaza, one month later.
Carly, all depressed and draped in a red blanket holding some items, walks into her friend Harper’s apartment. Harper is sitting on the couch reading her magazine. Carly drops the items and slumps over next to Harper’s couch.
Harper: Is it that time of day where you drag your depression down the hall from Spencer’s apartment to ours?
Carly: He’s getting ready for a sculpture premiere party. I just wanna stay here and rewatch every episode of “Law & Order”. The murders will cheer me up.
Harper: We’re going to that party.
Carly: (groans)
Harper: Come on.
Harper pushes Carly up. Carly gets up.
Carly: Harper. You don’t even like Spencer.
Harper: Yes, I do. Why am I lying? The man is a ding-dong. But I do find the dumber the man, the better the party.
Carly: Of course you want to go. For you, parties are a never-ending buffet of people who want to sleep with you. Cute guys, hot girls, ridiculously gorgeous non-binary lawyers who get your name tattooed on your thigh.
Harper: That only happened twice.
Carly: Me, on the other hand, I feel like my face is now physically incapable of smiling.
Harper sits on the couch next to Carly.
Harper: Carly, look.
Carly‘s phone rang.
Carly looks at the phone. She gasps and throws it out.
Harper: Beau's calling?
Carly gets up from the couch.
Carly: I can't talk to him. I'm not dating, I'm not making videos. I'm too embarrassed about my life.
Harper: You should be. Your legs look like Eugene Levy's eyebrows.
Carly: You said that was feminist.
Harper: Carly, look. I know this is hard. When my family lost all their money, all I wanted to do is curl up on the deck of our 50-foot sailboat and cry, but I didn’t. You know why?
Carly: Because your dad sunk it for insurance.
Harper: And, because I decided to look at it as an opportunity. I picked myself up, I applied for every job I could think of, and they all said I was unqualified. Then, I got a minimum wage job at Skybucks, and I’m still there four years later.
Carly: It had a happy ending tone, but…
Harper: Because that is happy. Accessorizing that tacky-ass apron made me realize that I want to be a stylist, and now I have a job and a dream and all the half-and-half I can drink.
Carly: You’re lactose intolerant.
Harper: My body, my choice. Go to this party, take the first step, and if you don’t take the first step in those black ankle boots, can I borrow them?
***
Bushwell Plaza, Shays' living room, party.
Spencer talks to a man before running to meet with Freddie as he walks in.
Freddie: Wow, I thought I was here early, but there are so many people here already.
Spencer: They’re servers. I had them dress like guests, so my friends wouldn’t be all, “Ooh, look at Spencer with his waiters and his remodeled apartment and his Swarovski crystal boxer briefs”. Still just a regular guy.
A server walks up with two martinis.
Server: Gold leaf martini?
Spencer: Yes, please.
Spencer and Freddie both take the martini glasses.
Spencer: You can really taste the gold.
Spencer and Freddie toast and they drink out of the glasses.
Freddie: Mm. Mm-hmm.
Spencer: Hmm.
Freddie: You earned your success. You’re the guy who made the marshmallow White House sculpture. The way that it was half melted to reflect our disintegrating democracy, such a brave statement.
Spencer: It was an accident. I left it next to my cell phone, which broke out into a spontaneous fire. Anyway, now I own a falcon named Jericho.
Freddie: (chuckles) Wow. I clearly did it all wrong. Pursued my dreams, married for love. Two divorces and a failed start-up later, I’m back living with my mom. Maybe instead of figuring out my next tech venture, I’ll just melt some marshmallows.
Spencer: I’ll sue you into the ground. (clicks tongue)
Freddie: (on video) Wow. I clearly did it all wrong. Pursued my dreams, married for love…
Freddie gets angry and runs up to his young stepdaughter Millicent, who was watching a recording of Freddie on video.
Freddie: Millicent, do not post that.
Millicent: Shhh. I’m making content.
Freddie: Told you to stop recording me.
Millicent gives a displeased look.
Freddie: (on video) …I’m back living with my mom.
Millicent gets up from her chair.
Millicent: Just because you adopted me doesn’t make you my dad.
Freddie: Literally, it does. That’s exactly what it means.
Millicent: And send. Can you like it to give it some traction?
Freddie: “Can you like it to give it some traction, please?”
Carly and Harper walk in.
Carly: I’m setting a timer for exactly five minutes. After that, it’s back to numbly eating frozen French fries straight from the bag.
Spencer: Oh, good. You guys came. So what did you bring the host?
Harper: It’s half-and-half. Where’s the bar?
Harper hands Spencer a coffee cup. Spencer points to the bar and Harper walks to the bar. Millicent walks up to Carly.
Millicent: Hi, Carly. How’s retirement going?
Carly: I’m not retired.
Millicent: You haven’t posted for over a month. In internet years, that’s a decade. It's okay, Carly. Go into the light.
Carly: Your channel has two subscribers. I know. I’m one of them.
Millicent: Ugh. Now people are gonna think my channel is for olds.
Spencer: Okay, can I have everyone’s attention, please?
Everyone stops to look at Spencer.
Spencer: Thank you. Okay, while Carly’s still here—
Carly holds up her phone camera.
Carly: One minute, 45 seconds to go.
Spencer: Years ago, I created a sculpture with the most moving parts. Unwittingly breaking a Jonas World Record. I’ve since lost that title, but tonight, I shall reclaim it. Behold, the “Supertastic Sculpture of Stuff…”
Spencer presses the elevator button. The elevator door opens to reveal a sculpture comprised of random items mashed together in one.
Spencer: “Plus”.
The guests applaud.
Carly: Impressive. Is it different from the old one?
Spencer: No, it is the old one, just with more stuff. Hence the plus.
Millicent: I’m not unamused.
Freddie: I’m full-on amused.
Harper: Are we all looking at the same thing? That big ol’ pile of junk?
Spencer: It’s art. Not everyone has to like it. Why don’t you like it?
Harper: It’s just the same thing you did before with a few new pieces, right?
Spencer: Will somebody put down their gold drink and defend me?
Carly: I will. The reason this is genius is—
Carly‘s phone rang.
Carly: And I’m out. Night, guys.
Carly walks out.
Spencer: Freddie, finish her thought, please.
Freddie: Okay, umm…
Carly opens the door to find a boy named Luke.
Luke: Carly? Carly Shay from Camp Lakehorn?
Carly: Luke? Luke Tyler also from Camp Lakehorn?
Luke: Are you leaving?
Carly: No, I’m just holding the door for your girlfriend.
Luke: I’m single.
Carly slams the door.
Carly: Oh my God, we have so much in common.
Carly and Luke walk together.
***
Bushwell Plaza, Shays’ living room, party.
Luke: I can't believe we found each other again. I just want to know everything about you. What does your dad do?
Carly: Well, he's in the Air Force but was somehow on a submarine. And... I'm not exactly sure.
Luke: Okay. What's your mom like?
Carly: Uh... I... let's go back to my dad.
Harper: So, you hot-glued a bunch of random stuff on there, to keep a plaque, then threw yourself a party?
Spencer: It’s not a plaque. It’s a certificate. I need to eat my feelings.
Spencer steals a sushi roll from a man holding a tray.
Spencer: Not a waiter?
Spencer puts the sushi roll back on the tray.
Carly and Luke sit by each other on the couch.
Carly: When I got back from Italy, I went to college. I tried theater and media studies, but I felt like I got more out of doing “iCarly” than at any boring old lecture. So what do you do?
Luke: I’m a college professor.
Carly: But I bet whatever you teach is super meaningful.
Luke: I specialize in the mouthfeel of certain viscous foods.
Carly: Yep, super meaningful.
Freddie and a beautiful dirty blonde haired girl are talking to each other.
Freddie: Trust me, I am in no place to date.
Girl: See, just that self-awareness tells me you totally are.
Millicent walks up to Freddie.
Millicent: They’re out of spicy tuna cones, so I’m going to dip. (passes cup to Freddie)
Freddie: That’s my stepdaughter. I share custody with my ex, who divorced me and took all of my nice shirts.
Freddie’s mom, Mrs. Benson runs in.
Mrs. Benson: There you are. Millicent, I drew your bath, and Freddie— Freddie! I put your warm milk in your Thermos next to your bed. And if you’re both good, I’ll let you snuggle with me for ten minutes and watch “Toledo House Flip”.
Millicent: Oh, my gosh! Come on, Freddie, "Toledo House Flip"!
Mrs. Benson and Millicent run away together.
Freddie: So are we done here?
The girl hands Freddie her glass.
Freddie: Great. Thank you.
Carly: Luke, I don't normally do this on the first night, but should we go somewhere a little more comfortable?
Dream sequence.
Carly and Luke are watching TV at Harper's apartment. Carly turns to Luke.
Carly: I hope you still respect me after this.
Luke gives Carly a confused look.
Carly: Okay. So in the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups, right? There's the police, who investigate crime, and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories.
Dream sequence ends.
***
Bushwell Plaza, Harper’s apartment.
Spencer walks in. He notices Carly dusting off the countertop. Harper is on the couch drinking a mimosa.
Spencer: Carly, is that you? You’re normally catatonic until noon, when you gather enough energy to cry.
Carly puts down two mimosa glasses on the countertop.
Carly: It’s me. Help yourself to a mimosa. Pancakes are on the way.
Spencer: You made breakfast, you showered, you're happy. I’m thrilled. (turns to Harper) What’s happening?
Harper: (mouths words)
Carly: Fate. Fate is happening. Did you know I was about to leave, I set a timer, it went off, I opened the door, and there he was, Luke.
Harper: No. Ugh. (gets up from the couch) You were texting in the group chat until, like, 3:00 A.M. last night. I swore, I would never mute my bestie, but you testing me.
Freddie and Millicent walk in.
Millicent: Why does it look so nice in here?
Carly: I’m just so happy about reconnecting with Luke. Did you know I was about to leave?
Freddie, Harper, and Spencer: I set a timer, and when it went off, I opened the door, and there he was, Luke.
Carly: Millicent doesn’t know the story.
Millicent: Don’t care.
Carly: Fine. I set a timer, then it went off, I opened the door, and there he was, Luke.
Freddie: Wait a minute. Why is there a framed picture of Luke on that table?
Carly: Oh, it's just from his Instagram. It's totally normal.
Harper: The flowers, the pancakes…
Spencer: The showering. This is too nice for us.
Carly: What? I can’t do something nice for my friends? And Beau, to prove that I won the breakup?
Freddie, Harper, and Spencer all gasp.
(SFX: Doorbell ringing.)
Harper: What have you done?
Carly: I figured, since I’m so happy and in such a good place, it’s the perfect time to reach out to...
Carly opens the door. Beau walks in.
Carly: ...Beau.
Beau: Carly. Carly, Carly, Carly and friends. Friends, friends, friends. So excited for brunch, but first… (turns to Carly) Carly, can we talk for a sec?
Spencer: I’ll get the water.
Freddie: You got that oatmeal?
Harper: I’m going to read the newspaper.
Spencer, Freddie, and Harper walk away.
Beau: Thanks for having me over. I’m glad we can catch up because I wanted you to hear it from me first. I’m seeing someone.
Spencer, Freddie, and Harper all gasp.
Spencer: We doing eggs?
Harper: Current events.
Freddie: So creamy!
Carly: Good for you, Beau.
Beau: And we’re doing a new channel together.
Spencer, Freddie, and Harper all gasp.
Carly: Well, I’m dating someone, too. Luke. We have history. He’s a professor, so our connection is really cerebral. But also physical and emotional. All the connections you can have with a person, we have, plus more.
Carly shows Beau the framed picture of Luke.
Carly: This is his face.
Beau: That’s awesome.
Carly: It is, and we’re starting a channel together, too.
Freddie: What?!
Harper: Wow!
Spencer: I’ll change the filter.
Freddie: This is goat milk!
Harper: We don’t even get the paper.
Beau: When are you gonna drop your first video?
Carly: Uh, Friday.
Beau: Wow! We’re dropping Friday, too!
Carly: And we’re launching live.
Beau: Premiere live? That’s crazy risky. Look at you. I gotta run to the bathroom, but then I wanna hear all about this channel.
Beau runs off. Carly, feeling worried, turns to Spencer, Harper, and Freddie.
Carly: Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God. Why did I just say I’m launching a channel with a total stranger?
Harper: Now wait a minute. Y'all went to camp. You two made s'mores.
Carly: Right. We have that. You know what? This is going to totally work. Luke and I are going to kill it.
Spencer: You will?
Harper: Really?
Freddie: Luke?
Carly turns to Spencer, Harper, and Freddie.
Spencer: You will.
Harper: Really!
Freddie: Luke!
***
Fancy restaurant.
Carly: I love this place.
Luke: Just a heads up, they only serve whey here.
Carly: Like, whey protein, that you put in a smoothie?
Luke: No, like the watery part of milk that that remains after the formation of curds. Divine mouthfeel.
Carly: Do all these people know this?
Luke: Mm. (Drinks out of glass)
Carly: So I have something really exciting to tell you—
Luke: Mm, mm, mm! Classic Seattle tap. That slightly unctuous texture.
Carly takes a sip.
Carly: Very wet. And so, I was going to tell you that—
A waiter walks up to Carly and Luke’s table with a pitcher.
Waiter: Here is our Bavarian goat whey, fermented at an altitude of just under 10,000 feet.
The waiter pours the whey into the bowls.
Waiter: Enjoy.
The waiter walks away.
Carly looks concerned.
Luke: If you get a chunk, that’s considered good luck. Bottoms up.
Carly and Luke both drink from their bowls. Carly spits out the whey.
Carly: Guess I got lucky. (chuckles) So, the thing that I was going to tell you—
Luke gargles.
Carly: I’ll wait.
Luke continues to gargle.
Carly: Yeah, we’re done.
Carly leaves.
Harper: You wanted to see me?
***
Bushwell Plaza, Shays’ living room.
Harper walks in. She walks up to Spencer.
Spencer: Yes. Okay, which one of these things can I add to the sculpture to make you like it?
Harper: Spencer, that’s not what this is— are those my sunglasses?
Spencer: Maybe, or maybe they’re art.
Harper: Oh, come on. Who cares what I think?
Spencer: Me! Me cares.
Harper: But why does “me” care? Look, just because I’m young, cool, and probably the hottest person, you’ll ever meet in real life?
Spencer: Yeah. All of those.
Harper: When you made the sculpture, you were inspired and you loved it. That’s all that matters.
Spencer: I’ll buy you a car and say you like it.
Harper: You are lucky I do not have parking.
***
Bushwell Plaza, Harper’s apartment.
Freddie hands Carly a bottle of water.
Carly: I needed this. I had discarded dairy juice for dinner.
Freddie: No way.
Carly: Yes, whey. Why did I ever think I should start a channel with Luke? Am I that desperate for a partner? (to Freddie) Don’t answer that, still talking. (sighs) I just wanna make things again.
Freddie: You don’t need a partner to do that.
Carly: Yeah, I don’t need a partner. I need Sam. But she’s off following her bliss with that biker gang.
Freddie: The Obliteraters. I hope she’s okay.
Carly: It’s Sam. I hope they’re okay. I just wish she was here so we could do “iCarly” again.
Freddie: Mm.
Carly: Do you think I could do it on my own?
Freddie: Doesn’t matter what I think. It matters what you want.
Carly: Of course I wouldn’t be completely on my own. I’d have my new producer.
Freddie: Oh, you mean me, right?
Carly: Yeah. Do you think you could shoot me using that filter that makes my cheekbones all... (puckers lips and flushes cheeks)
Freddie: That filter that makes you look like an alien?
Carly: A sexy alien.
Freddie: Sure. I guess there’s just one more question.
Carly: If Spencer ever got around to building that home gym.
***
Carly, Freddie, and Spencer ride the elevator to the old iCarly set.
Spencer: I was never going to use a home gym.
Carly walks around and gets scared by marionettes. She screams.
Spencer: Ah, that’s right. I forgot about my marionette making phase. I keep them up here, because it’s away from the knives.
Freddie: Mm, why does that one look like Carly?
Spencer: I made one that looks like you too, Freddie, but I sold it to Nora Dershlit.
Carly: Is this a good idea? I mean, what would I even do on the show? Old goofy stuff, new sophisticated stuff?
Freddie: Just find something that makes you smile. Go from there.
Carly: Those dachshunds always made me smile. Who put those up there?
Spencer: I've never seen those before in my life.
Carly looks through a box. She takes out a hat and a fake mustache.
Carly: Aw. The Idiot Farm Girl. You know what? This really does look like a squirrel.
Carly takes out two colored sacks.
Carly: Oh, my God! The Sack. These were so fun.
Freddie: Yeah, until Sam superglued my drawstring closed and left me here overnight.
Spencer: Yeah. That was a rough night for me too. He would not stop screaming.
Carly takes out a bra.
Carly: George, The Bra Who Told Ghost Stories. I never did grow into you.
Freddie: See, you came up with all of this stuff when you were a kid. Imagine what you can do now.
Spencer: And we’ll help with however we can.
Carly: I’m really glad to hear you say that, because...
Carly takes Spencer’s hand and shows him something hiding under a sheet. She removes the sheet to reveal a blue crib.
Carly: I thought it might still be here.
Spencer: Damn it.
Freddie chuckles.
Carly: We’re back.
***
Bushwell Plaza, iCarly set.
Freddie is getting ready to film.
Freddie: In five, four, three, two...
Carly: Welcome to the new iCarly.
Harper: Ooh, looks like she already got a few viewers.
Millicent: Probably bots from Brazil.
Carly: This is still iCarly, but it’s grown-up now. So today I thought I’d share my skincare routine. According to the many, many targeted ads I get, it’s never too early to start using… (removes a sheet to reveal lots of serums and creams) anti-aging products! Even for Baby Spencer.
Camera pans to Spencer, whose head is popping out of a hole in a crib. Glued to the crib is a bonnet and a baby doll body.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Yay! That’s me!
Carly: None of these products were tested on animals, just one tiny little, lucky infant. (pinches Spencer’s cheeks)
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Oh, I feel lucky. In no way am I worried.
Carly: (laughs) Here we go. (splatters cream on Spencer’s face)
Freddie: Oh, I think he needs a lot more.
Carly: (rubs cream on Spencer’s face) Some more?
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) No, that’s enough already. Aah! I don’t think this is how you do it.
Carly: I love this serum. I actually panic-bought it when I was at a 7-Eleven and the guy there called me ma’am.
Harper: I don’t even know what he’s so upset about. I pay people to do this to me.
Carly: They say that by the time you need skin care, it’s already too late, but you should still spend all your money on it. And in the end, it’s just an expensive reminder we’re all going to die someday.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) That’s a little emo for a comedy show, don’t you think?
Carly: Sheet mask. (puts sheet mask on Spencer’s face)
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) What?
Carly: Yep, here you go.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Ah! No!
Millicent: People are weirdly loving this.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) I’m totally hating it!
Carly: Enough of that, baby. And now, we’re just going to... (rubs sponge on Spencer)
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) That’s cold.
Carly: Rub it all in.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) I don’t like that feeling!
Carly: And we’re going to absorb...
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Ow.
Carly: All the moisturizer.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) It’s cold.
Carly: You ready for the lip mask?
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Oh, I don’t know what it is, but I am.
Carly brings out the lip mask.
Carly: Right here.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) Okay.
Carly: Okay, you’re going to want to keep your mouth nice and shut.
Spencer: (as Baby Spencer) That sounds good.
Carly puts the lip mask on Spencer.
Carly: This lip mask is actually made out of laundry detergent.
Spencer spits out the lip mask.
Carly: Kinda seems like we never left.
***
Bushwell Plaza, Shays’ living room.
Freddie, Harper, Millicent: To Carly.
Spencer: Also, I decided not to call the Jonas people. Let someone else have the world record. It’s not why I made the sculpture, and it’s not why I love it.
Harper: Still not for me.
Spencer: Damn it.
Freddie: I think the sculpture is great. Do all the pieces still move?
Spencer: You tell me.
Spencer presses a button on a remote. The pieces on the sculpture start to whir and clatter. Electricity started to crackle before the sculpture started to catch on fire.
Freddie runs away.
Harper: (slowly claps, gets up) I… I love it.
Spencer: You do?
Harper: Absolutely. It’s about setting your own self on fire and then rebuilding from the ashes like a phoenix.
Spencer: If you want to oversimplify it, sure.
Harper: You know, you really had me going with the whole world record thing. But I guess that was just a part of it. (hits Spencer’s shoulder) Performance art.
Harper slowly walks up to the flaming sculpture.
Carly puts her drink down and gets up from the couch.
Carly: It wasn’t supposed to catch on fire, was it?
Spencer: Never is.
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