Another visit so soon?
I thought perhaps you and I
might make amends over tea.
I take it destroying the girl's belief
is proving to be more challenging than expected.
Yes.
Lucy has... quite the resilient spirit.
It's a pity.
Because if she doesn't forfeit her belief,
you'll never see your Anastasia again.
I know.
So tell me, what do I do?
Do you know what your mistake has always been?
You see belief as something solid...
independent.
Something easily removed with one, singular blow.
But belief is a weed.
It grows wild and deep.
If you want to destroy it for good,
you have to uproot it.
So I sever her belief by the root.
Oh, how rude of me.
Did you want a cup?
You must be parched.
Not that swill!
I want my tea.
My special brew.
You will get your tea...
after you give me what I want.
Now, which root do I begin with?
Where's Grandma?
- Ballet starts in 10 minutes. - Hush.
I'm trying to find an annoyed babysitter emoji.
Aunt Sabine!
What are you doing here?
Excellent question.
You know, this is a private property,
so unless you've risen up in the world from fry cook,
you don't belong here.
I just came to give Lucy this.
Your famous beignets!
They're not nearly as fun to make
without my favorite taste tester.
Mother, I've been trying to get a hold of you
for the last hour.
Where have you been?
Funny, here I thought you worked for me.
Run along to the herbalist and pick up a few things.
The herbalist?
Are you doing a cleanse without me?
Now, Ivy,
try less whimpering and more scampering.
Sabine, what a coincidence.
I was just talking about you.
You were? Why?
I was going over your rental agreement.
And I've decided to increase your rent 8%
starting this month.
You know we can't afford that.
Given the booming neighborhood,
I could ask for double.
Consider it a family discount.
You can't do this, Grandma. It isn't fair.
It's okay, Luce.
I can fight my own battles.
I always have.
We both know this isn't business, Victoria.
You want to push us out?
Well, we will just push right back.
Ladies, gentlemen, honored guests,
my daughter, Tiana, and I
would like to welcome you to our home.
Please look around.
We will begin the auction shortly.
Look at them,
picking through our stuff like vultures.
It's humiliating.
Oh, it is, isn't it?
Drizella.
I didn't know we invited the nouveau riche.
Emphasis on "riche."
I have to admit,
I was intrigued
when I heard of your little fête de faillite.
But it seems that everything of real value
is already gone.
Ooh, wait. What's this?
That shouldn't be out here.
It's not for sale.
So it is worth something.
Only to me.
It was my father's.
He earned it during the war,
a reward for his heroism.
I don't know how it got out here.
Too bad that Daddy's no longer alive
to save you and your mother from ruin.
It's so sad.
That's it, Mother.
I can't watch our lives be torn apart like this.
We have no choice, Tiana.
If we don't earn enough money today,
we may have to sell the castle.
But this is our home.
We'll be tossed out onto the street? I...
The King has raised taxes on everyone in the land.
He lines his pockets while his people starve.
I thought my life would be different,
filled with balls and... and romance.
Oh, Tiana, this is not what I wanted for you.
If only you could find a prince.
With all the chaos in the land,
it's made heroes so scarce.
Maybe I can.
I think I have an idea of where to start looking.
Don't worry, Mother.
I will find a good man,
brave and heroic like father was,
a prince who will save us.
Well, I'm no cop,
but for a case about a missing girl,
that doesn't seem like a whole a lot of evidence.
Which makes Eloise Gardener's disappearance
all the more difficult to solve.
The case went cold about 10 years ago this month.
It's become a kind of side project of mine.
Why is it so important to you?
We all got things that gnaw at us.
The keg room has a strong lock.
Plus, my baseball bat and friendly demeanor
will keep away any prying eyes you're worried about.
Thanks.
I better head back to the station.
What is that?
Oh, this was hers.
It contains sketches,
some angsty teenage poetry.
I like to thumb through it
when things get quiet at the precinct.
You know, I'm all about commitment,
but, uh, I think maybe
you should pick up a hobby or two.
I'll take that into consideration.
Thanks again.
All right, I'll go ahead and put this back there now.
In a minute.
First, tell me why you were in here
with Ivy the other night.
I had a drink with her.
- What's the big deal? - The big deal?
Well, she is Victoria Belfrey's daughter.
Well, I don't know.
I-I think that Ivy may surprise you.
You know, she got a taste of standing up to her mother.
She might be willing to help us.
Henry, I've seen this story before.
Believe me...
It doesn't end with you happy.
What are you doing here?
I thought you were off today.
Jacinda, I have great news.
- Victoria raised our rent. - Great?
I think you mispronounced "terrible" again.
Yes, the rent hike sucks,
but what if I told you that there is a way
that we could not only pay our rent,
but we could make enough money
to escape Victoria Belfrey for good?
So, your life-saving idea is 50 pounds of flour?
Mixed with 100 eggs and 20 cups of sugar.
I am talking about my beignets, "J."
I mean, you know they're amazing,
Lucy knows they're amazing,
and once everyone else finds out how amazing they are,
we will be rich in no time.
But we are not rich now.
How did you pay for all of this?
I may have dipped into the rent jar.
Dipped?
How much is a "dip"?
A pinch or a dash?
All of it.
You are not going anywhere!
I'm not going to some salt mine!
Where'd you find him?
Pleasure Island Cabaret.
He was drunk and mouthy.
Alcohol turns some people into jackasses.
Wait, You want to run
your guerilla pastry operation out of here?
Unh-unh.
No way. Louie...
Louie is at a regional managers convention
trying to get lucky with Cluck's on Sixth.
He will never know.
I can't invest in any more of your crazy schemes.
What crazy schemes?
Okay, that's fair,
but this... this is not one of them.
You're a dreamer, and I love you for it,
but I need a job, Belfrey off my case,
and a real plan to get Lucy back.
- This is too risky. - Listen to me.
Lucy is exactly the reason
why you need to take this risk.
It's time that we change the game
and take a big swing for once.
We owe it to ourselves.
We owe it to Lucy.
I love that girl like she is family,
and when you love someone,
you fight like hell for them.
Come on. Let's make her proud.
Okay.
I'm with you.
- Yeah? - All right.
Great.
And with a little bit of sugar and spice
and everything nice,
we are going to show that bitch who is boss.
Excuse me.
Do you know where I can find the traveling soothsayer?
Princess Tiana?
Uh, no.
You've come to help us at last!
No, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm not who you think I am.
A loaf of bread...
- Princess Tiana. - Please save us.
I'm so sorry. I...
- Please... - I'm sorry. I...
I can't... I can't help you.
I'm so sorry.
I believe the Princess is here to see me,
not you lot.
Now scurry off,
unless you'd rather slither or hop.
Princess, enchanté.
A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier.
You've had quite a day, my dear.
But no need to fret.
There's a prince in your cards
soon to be in your arms
and... poof!
All your troubles will evaporate.
But how did you know I was looking for a prince?
It's my job, isn't it?
And in this business, it's all about who you know.
I don't like to drop names,
but I do have a few friends...
on the other side.
Friends?
When I ask them a question, they answer.
Do you see it?
There's a story in the patterns,
the story of a princess
who grew up knowing only wealth and ease.
She had her father to thank for that,
but then he passed over to the other side,
and the story turns darker.
The King began to take more and more from the people.
The wealth dried up like a raisin in the sun,
and the people suffered without a strong ruler.
And that's why you've come to me,
is it not?
To find that strong ruler,
that prince who can save you and your kingdom.
But I... I have nothing to pay you.
A smile returning to that face will do.
Consider it a discount for a desperate soul.
The path before you is quite clear, Princess.
You will find the prince you seek on this very night...
if you follow the red crow.
I had to go to three different herbalists
and a sanctimonious hipster.
Now I'm tragically behind on my e-mails,
and my hair smells like I just got back from Burning Man.
I'm not remotely interested in your travails.
Mother, where are you going with those?
Where I'm going is none of your business.
And enough complaining.
Don't think for a second
that I wouldn't trade in my own daughter
for an actual assistant.
It's time you shut up
and earn your job title.
Henry, it's Ivy.
Call me back if you still want dirt on my mother.
I have a pretty good idea where to start.
So, I think I got a lead
on where we can dig up some dirt on Belfrey.
It came from Ivy.
She said that Victoria has been spending a lot of time
in some secret room
on the top floor of her building.
I can't tell what's worse...
the fact that you believe her
or that... you're falling for her.
Especially when there's a much better
single-mother option staring you in the face.
- So, this is about Jacinda. - No. This is about you.
Henry, you're genuine.
Ivy... isn't.
I appreciate the Mama Bear routine, okay?
But the reality is, you aren't mine.
Yeah, well, if your mother were standing here,
she'd tell you three things...
get back to writing,
take Jacinda on a date,
and tip me well for giving you the advice
you so desperately need to hear.
Where you going?
Uh, to the bathroom...
unless you feel compelled to hold my hand in there, too.
_
Where is everyone coming from?
Uh, I billed our venture
as a one-time-only pop-up on the GetGrub app.
Mom always said nothin' attracts a crowd like a crowd.
Amazing!
You're really doing it.
I saw your pop-up ad
on my ballet instructor's phone.
What I won't be seeing is you
if your grandma realizes that you are here.
Don't worry.
I told Grandma ballet's going late
so I could come be a part of your dream.
In fact, I have a small addition to it.
When we would make beignets,
Sabine would tell me
when she was my age, she was so poor
she couldn't afford stars to wish on,
so she wished on fireflies.
I love it.
You know, I want you to stamp all of those bags
as our new official logo.
- Sabine, this could really work. - Mm-hmm.
And we could set up a stand at the Sunday farmers' market.
Oh, meh. Farmers' markets are for Old MacDonald.
No. I'm thinking jazz,
luring people in
to a popcorn-light-lit food truck.
- We park it at festivals and movie nights... - Okay.
And then serve étouffée and boudin.
- Buckets of these guys. - Yes.
Oh, it finally feels like
we are headed in the right direction.
Mm.
That charlatan.
There's no such thing as a red crow.
Huh.
Well, I guess the auction fell short, Princess.
But since you're here,
I think I'll take those earrings
at a severe discount.
Why not bow and show some respect?
Well, she's barely a princess.
But she's still a lady, is she not?
If no manners are shown,
perhaps I'll hold my own auction.
Your legs should get a few coins,
seeing as they'll soon be half off.
Prince Marias at your service.
But please call me Robert.
Well, I'm quite grateful for you stepping in,
but I'm afraid I'm not deserving of all this
from a nobleman.
It's me who hopes to be deserving.
To fend off a tipsy rogue is simple,
but to learn what has led our paths to cross,
well, that requires a perilous path
few are brave enough to take on
in a tavern such as this.
Dinner.
Mmm.
Mmm!
Ralph, I have a job for you.
You know that place selling beignets?
Wreck it.
You recognize that?
Yeah.
Ain't it the Seattle Mariners logo?
You hit like a girl.
That notebook is evidence from a missing-persons case,
a girl that disappeared 10 years ago...
Eloise Gardener.
Sound familiar?
I was serving a sentence down in Stafford Creek then.
Is that so?
Yeah. It's where I got the tattoo.
Cellmate told me it wards off evil.
You're a terrible liar.
Bad things happen inside.
You take whatever protection you can get.
Check my record.
H-Hang on.
I help you, and you're leavin' me in the box?
Mr. Coachman from the club didn't want to press charges.
Said it's more hassle than it's worth.
You'll be out in 10.
Hey, slugger?
That's one powerful rune.
If your lost girl was drawin' that,
I'd hate to meet whatever evil she was facing down.
Oh, hey, thank you so much for pushing me.
I needed a nudge.
Yeah, well, that's what best friends do.
And I think today we proved our business is on fire.
Please let that not be literal.
Oh, my God.
Come on, Sabine.
Sabine!
It's a beauty beyond words, Princess.
Thank you for sharing.
My father spent a lifetime building this kingdom.
Was this his?
Yes.
It's a Firefly Ruby.
They awarded it to him after the war.
He must have been quite the hero.
He didn't start that way.
He enlisted as a cook.
But when the King's horsemen took the camp,
he was the only one left.
He threw down his ladle and picked up a sword.
And it became the turning point in the war.
It's how he caught my mother's eye.
Her love made him a Prince.
After the war was won,
he rebuilt her lands into a great kingdom.
Now we might lose it all.
Not if I can help it.
Tonight was magical.
I'd like to see you again tomorrow.
That would be nice.
Stop right there.
Ugh!
Thief!
I'm sorry. I had no other choice.
It was Dr. Facilier. He made me.
I didn't want to.
Facilier?
Why would I believe a prince would steal
for a drifter magician?
Because I'm not a prince.
I'm just a commoner.
He took my true love captive.
He separated us in the cruelest of ways.
I'm a man, and... my love is a frog.
Facilier promised he would let her free.
He said that true love's kiss would break the curse
and we could be together again
if only I brought him that Firefly Ruby.
No, there must be some other way,
someone else who could help you.
You've seen what it's like out there.
Who else is there to turn to?
Go.
I don't ever want to see your face again.
Go!
Dresses and hairbrushes?
I've been so self-centered.
I saw the world the same way when I was your age.
But, Mom, those people, the beggars in Tent Alley
and... and the man who tried to take this from us.
It was desperation.
I've tried hard to protect you
from the realities of what the Kingdom has become.
There was no way you could have known.
So, what, we just look the other way?
All your life,
you've been told great stories of your father's successes.
- I failed to find someone like him... - No.
I failed you when I sent you looking.
After the way you took action tonight,
I realize we already have everything we need,
everything our people need.
Your father's legacy isn't this little prize.
It's in you.
All you have to do...
is embrace it.
Aunt Sabine!
Mm! I was worried.
It's okay. I'm gonna be fine.
I'm just... I'm so happy you weren't there.
I need to talk to you.
I know what you're gonna say,
and I already have it figured out.
- This was just a setback... - A setback?
Against my judgment,
I let you convince me to take this huge risk.
And look what happened.
Mom, please don't fight.
I just want what's best for you and Lucy.
What is best is not giving people hope
that life will get better when it never does.
You don't live in the real world, Sabine,
but I do.
There isn't any room for your crazy dreams anymore.
She did this to try and help you, Mom,
to try and help us.
Yeah, well, if this is help, I don't need it.
Okay.
If that's how you feel, then you should take this.
There's enough money in there for two months' rent.
Should be enough time for you to find a new job...
and a new roommate.
Wait, please.
You can put away the war paint.
Henry's not coming.
I decided to save him the trouble
and stop this little game of yours
before it starts.
And what game is that exactly?
Well, I don't know, Ivy.
But if I had to guess,
you're either trying to piss your mother off,
or you just want to take
one more thing away from your sister, Jacinda.
Stepsister.
And from what Henry told me, there is nothing to take.
Why are you so interested, anyway?
You barely know him.
I know him enough to know he's a good kid.
And I won't let you mess up his life.
You might not believe this,
but I have risked a lot offering my help.
If my mother finds out about this,
I'll be cleaning her toilets.
Like, for real.
And I wouldn't risk that just to stick it to Jacinda.
Well, if you're so eager to destroy your mother,
prove it.
Fine. I will.
Follow me.
Huh.
She made me truck all over town
for those disgusting herbs.
They smelled like old feet.
This wasn't just a tea party for one.
Who was she with?
I have no idea.
Whenever mother comes up here,
she's always alone.
This is a strange place for tea,
not exactly damning.
If it makes you feel any better,
I've wasted my time, too.
Maybe not such a waste after all.
- Where are you going to go? - To my mom's.
I'll crash on her couch.
My mom didn't mean all that stuff she said.
- She was just upset. - It's not just that.
I can't make it here anymore.
I'm trying, and I'm failing.
That's not true.
That's just what my grandmother wants you to think.
- But you can't give up on your dream. - You know what?
A lots of people have to give up on their dreams,
and sometimes bad guys win.
At some point,
we have to accept that and grow up.
Grow up?
This isn't growing up.
It's running away.
I'm sorry.
It's just...
you're supposed to be with us,
like you always are.
I need you, too.
And you will always have me, okay, Luce?
I promise.
But there are some things in life
that even I can't fight.
Had a feeling I'd see you again.
I know you want it, so take it.
Get whatever pathetic amount of gold you can.
And in exchange, you want me to...?
Hand over the woman you kidnapped.
Ah.
You mean her?
That's quite a sacrifice for a lowly frog.
Do we have a deal or not?
Such a powerful little thing, isn't it?
First, it transformed your father
from a cook into a prince.
And now you... A sheltered princess
into someone who would sacrifice
for a man you don't even know.
Quite the transformation.
Nothing's "transformed" me.
That's who I always was.
I just didn't realize it.
There's no magic in there.
Oh, but there is.
You see, I've been in a kind of prison,
trapped with one foot in this world
and one in a... a less pleasant place.
And this ruby is going to set me free.
So I'm going to keep this ruby
and... my little frog.
I've grown quite fond of her sad, little cries.
But as a gift for your part in my liberation...
I'll let you go... just this once.
I'm not leaving without her.
I'm glad to hear it.
Oh...
It feels so good to be back.
I've already got the best of this bargain.
See you soon, Princess.
Sabine, wait.
Lucy called and talked some sense into me.
I'm sorry for all that stupid stuff I said.
Jacinda, don't.
No, it's true.
Every time this miserable world gets me down,
you pick me up.
You help me find a way to fight.
I guess I didn't realize
that you needed me to do that for you
every once in awhile.
So... I'm gonna start...
with that.
What the hell is that?
Come on.
It's your food truck.
Or our food truck...
if you'll still have me.
You bought a food truck?
How?
Detective Rogers helped out.
And the impound lot has some really good deals.
So you used the money that I gave you,
- the rent money? - Yeah.
I took a big swing, just like you taught me...
because you're right, Sabine.
Because that is what best friends do.
They nudge each other.
Prince Marias.
Wait.
It's just me.
- Have you come to arrest me? - No.
I have this.
You got her!
I'm sorry about before.
I finally figured out
I don't need a hero if I can be a hero.
You sound like your father.
Well, then it sounds like I'm on the right path.
The rumor is that the King will be holding a ball
to find his son a bride,
which means his fortress of a castle
will be open.
I'm hoping to use that opportunity
to turn the tide.
Sounds like you've cooked up a plan.
I was hoping that you and your ladylove
could join me...
That is, of course,
once you deliver true love's kiss.
Um... about my ladylove,
I kind of misled you before.
About what?
Oh, and thank you.
We'll never forget you.
Huh.
You're welcome.
Hey there.
Hi.
- Those for me? - Mm-hmm.
The last of the beignets
for you and your buddies.
Jacinda told me
- that you helped get us the food truck. - No problem.
It was part of this month's impound auction.
It was, uh, confiscated in a drug sting.
You should clean it pretty thoroughly...
Bleach, really high heat.
We will. Thank you.
I'm glad you came.
The inspectors just finished.
Whatever happened at Cluck's...
- it was deliberate. - What?
The cameras were destroyed,
so there's no luck there, I'm afraid.
But I think we both have a good idea who caused this.
She didn't do it by herself, anyway.
Might get a nasty smudge on her tiny blazer.
Sounds like we're both talking about the same person.
Mm-hmm.
Hey. Yeah, it's me.
We got a problem.
Someone's looking for the girl.
Mother, it seems like you had a bad day.
I wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you.
Ivy, that's kind of you.
I always rather liked the idea
of raising a daughter,
guiding her.
And eventually there'd come a day
where the roles would reverse,
and she'd be there for me to lean on.
But...
not all daughters are created equal.
It's embarrassing
watching you flailing around, Ivy,
not understanding
all the things you're capable of,
all the ways you're going to fall short.
Think about it.
And fix your makeup.
Hey.
You wanted to see me?
Yes, I have something to show you,
but first, um...
listen, I answered a text on your phone from Ivy
and met her at Belfrey Tower.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. What? You... - I know.
It was wrong.
I just wanted to know if we could trust her.
Well, so, can we?
Maybe.
But that's not important,
because while we were in there...
I found this.
I have no idea where that is.
And I have never owned clothes like those
in my life.
Plus, I have no idea who that kid is.
I do.
That's me.
Hello?
Aah!
Damn it!
Seriously? Lurk much?
You're the one that asked me to hide.
From her, from Roni.
You scared the hell out of me.
We really need to find you a stylist.
Did it work?
- Do they trust you? - Yes. Of course.
They might even trust me as much as Mother does...
fool that she is.
Your mother thinks she sees and knows all.
You did a good job at convincing her
she's in charge.
What can I say?
I'm a clever girl.
And a good one, too.
She may not see that, but I do.
Well, when she comes back up here,
tell her that you broke this
and demand that she make you more of your brew
and just play the charade out until the end.
My sweet Ivy, you know I'll do just that.
Good.
And don't call me "Ivy."
It's Drizella.
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