Beverly Hills: Season 5

Season 5, Episode 6: Where Does the Good Go?

  On Tuesday morning, Harrow rakes her fingers through her hair as she sits at her kitchen table, rereading her notes from her movement analysis class. Even though half of her classes at school involve her actually getting up on her feet to dance, a few of her classes have to do with with history, composition, dynamics, rhythm, as well as analysis. She's only getting her undergraduate degree because that's really all she needs. Then, the next step is hopefully Broadway.
   "You're looking studious." Kai walks into the luxurious kitchen, snatching an apple from the bowl in the center of the island.
   "Shouldn't you be at your dorm?" Harrow doesn't look up from her notes, trying her best to memorize as much as she can for the quiz she has today.
   "My roommate is fighting with his girlfriend again." Kai rinses off the apple in the sink. "Plus, I can eat non-processed food here instead of having a hot pocket every single day for dinner.
   "Hot pockets are so bad for you." Harrow checks the time on her phone. "Shit, I have to go pick up Iris."
   "Israel is finally letting his own daughter sleep at his house?" Kai bites into the shiny red apple. "I'm impressed."
   "He's been really good about things lately." Harrow stuffs her book and binder into her bag. Ever since Harrow confronted Israel on not being the best dad for Iris, he's really stepped up and made sure to be the best. He takes Iris to the park, always offers to change her diaper, plays with her hours on end, and doesn't even bother to put her in her crib when she falls asleep in his arms. He has made a huge improvement.
   "That's good to hear." Kai sits up on the counter. "Tell him and Iris I say hello."
   "Will do." Harrow scurries out the front door with her bag slung onto her shoulder and her phone in her hand. She tosses her things into the passenger seat, making sure Iris's car seat is in the back before pulling out of her driveway. She drives the speed limit all the way to Israel's house. Usually, she wouldn't care what speed she was going, as long as she got there on time. But, motherhood has definitely changed her. Iris needs a mom and if that means being more safe and careful on the road, then that's what she'll do. Harrow rings the doorbell once she climbs the stairs of the porch, patiently waiting to see her daughter.
   "There's your mama." Israel opens the door, his daughter in his arms. "I told you she'd be here."
   "Hello angel." Harrow takes Iris from Israel, gently rocking her as he helps sling the baby bag onto her shoulder. "Thanks."
   "Hey, do you have a minute?" Israel quickly asks just as Harrow goes to step off the porch.
   "Sure." Harrow turns to face him. As much as she has wished Israel would just come to her and reveal his feelings, she knows that it might not be in their cards. He would have done it by now if he truly had any feelings for her. "What's up?"
   "I've been thinking about this whole... baby situation." Israel flashes a smile at Iris. Harrow's stomach sinks. He's not about to say he wants full custody or anything, is he?
   "What about it?" Harrow questions.
   "This back and forth stuff is a little messy." Israel steps out onto the porch with her. "And it's time consuming and gas wasting."
   "Okay..." Harrow adjusts the baby on her hip. "I'm not really sure what you're saying."
   "I think we should move into your guest house." Israel gets to the chase. Harrow doesn't say anything. She's kind of taken aback, not sure what to say or how to feel. Moving in together is a huge step. "Look, you don't have to say anything now but I think it's something that we should really think about."
   "Yeah, there's a lot to think about." Harrow nods in agreement, trying not to freak out too much. It's bad enough that she's all confused on Israel's feelings for her but things are worse now that he wants to move in with her. Does he have other motives? Is there something else he wants with them but he's just not saying what? Stopping herself from bombarding him with questions, Harrow steps down from the porch and hurrying back to her car in the driveway.

   Meanwhile, Yahtzee sits in the middle of the eggshell colored sofa in the living room of his community home. There's about eight teenagers living here together with two den parents who are supposed to teach them how to develop better relationships with people, work on personal issues, and to prepare them for the real world. It wasn't Yahtzee's choice to be put in here. But years ago after his mom had a drunken fit and got abusive towards Yahtzee's father, he had to get between them. Mr. Barringer took his wife's side, sending Yahtzee her to the group home. It's not the worst place to live. He has a roof over his head, food on the table. He doesn't get along too well with the others but that's because most of them have anger issues and tend to lash out at the drop of a hat. He has learned to keep to himself and be here as less as possible so that he's not involved with any of them in ways he doesn't want to be.
   "This isn't the principal's office." Margaret, Yahtzee's den mother, sits on the other side of the coffee table in a white chair. Margaret has short blonde hair and weirdly bright green eyes. Her chin comes to a point and her nose is small and pointy. Her husband Mason sits next to her in a matching chair, his bald head shining from the chandelier hanging above them all. "You know why you're here so why don't you start talking?"
   Yahtzee sighs. After getting suspended from throwing the party at the school, Yahtzee hasn't talked to his parents or anyone in the house about or any other thing for that mattered. He has been sleeping at Alice's house as much as possible so that he wouldn't be confronted by them for what he did. "I don't know what you want me to say."
   "You broke into the school, stole a piece of school property, and got suspended for it all." Mason speaks up, looking pissed. Yahtzee has only seen him like this when Yahtzee had a huge throwdown with one of the other members of the house in the kitchen and ended up shattering the entire glass table. Yahtzee still has scars from the cuts.
   "Technically, the key to the gym isn't school property." Yahtzee holds up his index finger.
   "Aloy, why would you do this?" Margaret looks disappointed. "You were doing so well this semester. Your grades are good, you've stayed out of trouble. But now this comes up and you've ruined your streak."
   "It's not like I got an award or something if I was good." Yahtzee grabs one of the pillows next to him to put in his lap.
   "Suspension goes on your transcripts." Mason reminds him. "Things that you need to send to colleges when applying. This bad behavior of yours can't be happening anymore as long as you're under this roof."
   "I've learned my lesson." Yahtzee bends the truth. It's not like just because he got suspended for doing what he did is going to teach him to never do something reckless again. He's bound to continue with actions like this one but maybe he should be more settle about things. "Can I go now? I have homework to do."
   "Aloy, we can't have you doing things like this." Margaret says seriously. "The last thing we need is for someone to come here making sure this is a suitable place for you to live."
   "But it is so you don't have to worry." Yahtzee rises from the couch. "Nice talk."