90210 (2008–2013): Season 3, Episode 12 - Liars - full transcript

Naomi is taken hostage in her own home by an out-of-control Mr. Cannon who also lures Silver into the situation. Annie and Dixon's cousin Emily from Kansas comes to town for an extended visit, but Emily immediately gets on Annie's nerves. Dixon confronts Teddy about his kiss with Ian and promises to keep his secret. During surf practice, Ivy takes a nasty spill that makes her question her ability to compete in the surf competition. Adrianna's world continues to crumble when she appears on a talk show to tell her side of the story, and she is blindsided by a surprise guest. Given Adrianna's disastrous situation, Navid and Silver continue to keep their hook-ups a secret.

Previously on 90210...

You want me to save my money?

I'm cutting your commission in half.
(Giggles)

- Did you steal my notebook?
- There were

a number of Internet

journalists, shall we say,

that were, uh, willing
to pay quite handsomely.

I know I'm gay.

There's so much about this

that is totally
overwhelming and confusing.

But there's one thing I'm
not confused about.



I can't stop thinking
about you, Silver.

I feel it, too.

It's hard for me,

because I'm in love with you.

Cannon did not reject me.

- He what?
- He raped me.

Police officer:
This is police business.

Well, where is he?
He's not here?

He fled.

I've been thinking
about... your offer.

I'm actually really happy
being alone right now.

(Unzips dress)

(Gentle rustling)

(Soft clatter)



(Distant police siren wails)

(Sighs)

(Screams)

Hi, Naomi.
(Loud music playing)

Nice apartment building.

New.

Not a lot of neighbors,
which is good...

In case you want to throw a
party or something.

(Lock chain rattling)

Calm down.
(Screams)

I just want to talk to you.

(Stifled cry)

Want to go to my house?

My dad's out of town
shooting a movie.

Sure.

(Creaking)

This place is like
3,000 years old.

It was probably the
ghost of Bette Davis.

I know, I know that,
it's just...

It... It's so public.

Can we just go?

- Yeah, sure.
- Whoa, wait. Wait!

We probably shouldn't
leave together.

How 'bout you go first,
and I'll leave in like ten minutes?

Okay.

And just to be safe,
can you park around the block,

and come in the rear
gate of the pool house?

Okay, is this a relationship
or The Bourne Identity?

I know, I know.

Just... Just be patient with me.

Okay.

I always thought
Matt Damon was cute.

(Sighs)

- It's just how I pictured it.
- It was better.

You thought I was
a rotten kisser?

Oh, yeah. The worst.

Thought you'd bite and drool.

Drool? You
thought I'd drool?

Ah! You're terrible,
you know that?

I'm crazy about you.

I want to be with you.

Me, too.

Really?

Yeah, but...

Yeah, I know. You're...
worried about the drool.

Don't.

She's my friend.

I don't want to be the reason

her boyfriend breaks
up with her.

But you're not.

Yes, I want to
go out with you, but...

My feelings for Ade are
separate from that.

I just...

I don't want to be
with her anymore.

Then why do I feel
sick to my stomach?

But what if I want to break
up with Adrianna,

not because of you, but...
because I want to?

If we lay low for
a month or so,

by that point,
Adrianna will probably

be living in South Beach...
with Justin Timberlake,

- and she won't even remember us.
- Yeah.

What do you say?

I just don't want
her to be hurt.

Me, neither.

Okay.

Done deal.
Come on.

Liam: Hey.

(Sighs)

- Where are you going?
- Um...

I was gonna let you sleep.

Whoa. Uh...

- I don't want to sleep.
- Mmm.

How are you feeling?

Fantastic.

- Fantastic?
- Mm-hmm.

In fact, never in
the history of mankind,

has a guy who got
the crap beat out of him

as badly as I did...

- feel as fantastic as I do.
- Oh...

How are you?

Uh, um...
Pretty fantastic, too.

Really?

And confused.

I mean, I'm...
I'm happy.

I... just also
feel incredibly guilty.

I just slept with
my boyfriend's brother...

In... my brother's bed,
I mean this is so... wrong

on so many levels.

I think I just need some space.

Clear my head, you know?

Okay.

Yeah, sure. Clear your head.

Exactly.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I hate having to do this.

I hope you realize that.

You don't have to do...

You don't have to do this.

I mean you could, uh...

You could just leave.

And we could forget about this.

It's not too late.

I wouldn't tell anyone.

Really?

You wouldn't tell a soul?

No.

I promise.

I swear.

You're such a liar.

Don't you get it?
Your lies ruined my life.

You raped me.
I didn't lie about that.

Are you kidding?

You lied with your eyes,

and... and... and with your body,

and with the way you dress,

and the way you talk.

You did everything
in your power

to make me want you, and then

when I did, you turned on me.

And you lied to the police.

You made me a criminal.

You took away my wife,

and my family,

and my career, and my dignity.

And now you're going
to make it right.

How?

Silver. Silver has to be here.
I want Silver here.

No, no, no, no.
Silver has nothing to do with this.

No, if we... If we're gonna make this
right, then she has to be here.

No, no.

Call her.

No. I'm... I'm the flirt.

I'm the tease, okay?
Not Silver.

- I'm the one who lied to you.
- Just call her!

I won't do it!

Okay.

Then you'll text her.

(Beeping)

Sync by n17t01
Corrected by icephoenix
www.addic7ed.com

Call me after, okay?

Or you could just...
stick around.

Naomi needs me.

(Sighs)

Renee:
No, no, no.

We can't wait a
week to respond.

We have to control
the narrative

or we're screwed here.

Hold on. Call waiting.

(Beep)
Hey, babe...

Long time, no talk.

No, it's not at all
what it seems.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ade?

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, Navid!

Oh, my God.
Everything is a disaster.

- What's going on?
- Victor betrayed me.

It's all over the Internet that
I stole Javier's notebook.

- My life is over!
- Renee: Great news,

Addy... I got you booked
on Hello L.A. tomorrow.

Hello L.A.?

What am I going to say?

You're going to tell
everybody the truth.

That you suffered from severe
post-traumatic stress disorder.

- Like what soldiers get?
- Or...

Young women who survive
terrible car accidents,

only to have their friend
and mentor die in their arms.

You had headaches,
nightmares, flashbacks,

complete psychological
devastation.

And you ended up making choices
that you never would have,

were you in your right mind.

(Cell phone rings)
Hm?

Perez!

?Como estas?

Oh, Navid.

I can't believe this is
happening to me.

(Sobs)

(Rustling)

(Knocking)
Naomi?

Hey!

Sorry I'm late!

Stuck in traffic.
(Muffled cry)

My God!

Hey! It's... wh...
(Whimpering)

(Crying, gasping)
Here, I can...

All right.

Oh...

Oh, my God! Get out of here!
Go! Go! Go...

(Gasping)

(Cell phone rings)

(Knocking at door)

(Ringing continues)

You forgot your phone.

- Oh.
- It's Charlie.

Thanks.

Hello?

Charlie: Hey.

Sorry to call you so late.
I just...

wanted to hear your voice.

You there?

Annie: Yeah. I'm here.

Charlie: So I was hoping maybe
I could see you tomorrow.

We could get lunch or something.

I don't think I can.

Is something wrong?

No, um...

No, I'm sorry.

My cousin Emily is coming in,
in the morning.

Um, the one from Kansas.

Her mom's in rehab, so I think

I'm going to be
pretty busy with her.

Uh... Okay.

Then, no problem.

I'll call you, okay?

Okay.

(Sighs)

Uh... So Ade's in the middle
of a crisis, and uh...

I couldn't break up with her.

But as soon as
things calm down...

I'm going to do it.

Anyway, uh,
I hope Naomi's okay.

Miss you.

Hey!

Hey! What's up?

Um...

Can...

Can a guy kiss a guy
and not be gay?

Persian guys do.

Oh, especially
if they're related.

It's a cultural thing.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course.

Um... but what if the
two dudes aren't Persian,

or related,

and... they kiss on the mouth?

What are you
talking about, dude?

Hey... Teddy!

Uh, wait. I think Dixon's,
uh, trying to come on to me.

He's hinting around
like he wants to...

- Make out.
- Shut up, dude, shut up.

What?
About you hitting on me?

You're an idiot, okay?
Um...

I was just... talking about
something I... I saw in a movie.

At the West Hollywood Film Festival?

Well, catch you guys tomorrow.

Hey, you're smart to run, bro,

before Dixon starts
putting the moves on you.

Later!

(Zany grunt)

Let me buy you some cider.

I was never raped.

Everything I said
about Mr. Cannon was a lie.

I... tried to seduce him...
because I had a crush on him.

And when he rejected me,
I couldn't handle it.

So I got Silver to help me,
to get revenge.

Silver: Um...

What we did was
incredibly stupid and wrong

and we destroyed
an innocent man's life.

We're sorry.

Please forgive us.

And let Mr. Cannon go free.

(Whispering):
Thank you.

I appreciate you
telling the truth, finally.

Good.

Before I go, I need money.

I think I have a few
hundred in my purse,

and probably some
more in the safe.

Don't screw with me.

I need, uh,

enough money to live on
until my name's cleared.

You have a trust fund.

I want it. Tell me how to
log on to your accounts.

Give me your password,
I'll make a transfer, and then...

- And then we'll be done here.
- I can't.

I can't do it online.

Transactions over five grand
have to be made in person.

- Don't you lie to me!
- I'm not!

I'm not.

My online shopping

was getting a little out of hand,
and my business manager

set it up so that I can't
make impulsive purchases.

I can't.

You have no self-control.

You know that?

(Whispers):
Bloody hell.

Okay.

We'll go to the bank together.

I guess we'll just have to
wait until morning.

Hey.

Hey.

Just thought I'd get another
practice in before the meet.

Me, too.

I'm going in the water.

Look, Dixon...

I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry for what I did.

Whatever, Ivy.

Come on, Ivy. Come on!

Somebody help me, please!

Come on, breathe,
breathe, breathe, breathe.

(Choking, gasping)

Ivy. Ivy.

Ivy.

Dixon.

(Chuckles)
You just...

You just saved my life.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Man: Please stand clear.
Excuse me.

Thanks. We can take it from here.
You're okay.

You're okay.
What's your name?

- Ivy.
- Good, Ivy. I'm Pat.

Breathe. Get out the rest
of the water. Cough. Good.

So... Ivy's okay?

Yeah, yeah. She's a tough girl.
She'll be all right.

I'd be freaking out.

Yeah, but you freak out
over hairless dogs.

Eww, yeah,
'cause they're gross!

That skin? Ugh!

Oh!

What's with this bed, anyway?

Oh, you mean the bed
that I'm trying to make?

(Laughs)
Yeah.

Cousin Emily gets in today.

- Any minute.
- Wow. You seem psyched.

I know I'm going to be the one

who gets stuck being
her babysitter,

and tour guide, and roommate
for the next five months.

All right, look.

Maybe she's changed, okay?
Maybe she's...

less annoying than
she used to be.

(Sighs)
Yeah.

Debbie:
Dixon! Annie!

(Sighs)

Look who's here!

(Shrieks)

I'm here!
I'm really here!

You're really here.

(Shrieking)

- Oh...! Hi, Dixon.
- Hey, Emily.

We are going to have the best
time together, aren't we?

We sure are!

(Shrieks)

You can't imagine the horror
of having someone

so close to you die
in your arms.

Can you simplify that, verbally?

Try, "To have someone die
in my arms was horrifying."

"Horrible" or "horrifying"?
Which sounds better?

- Um...
- Never mind.

Go with "horrible."

Okay. "To have someone
that close to me...

"die in my arms...

- It was horrible."
- Good.

You know that he didn't actually

- die in my arms, right?
- Luckily for us,

he's not available for comment.

Okay. Uh, then I go
into the part about having PSTD?

P-T-S-D. Geez.

Whether or not you have PSTD

is between you and
your gynecologist,

and Navid...

Okay. So,
"Die in your arms"...

"Post-traumatic stress disorder."

- Okay. Should I cry?
- Oh... You can mist up. No bawling.

(Knock on door)
Lindsay: Hello.

How are we doing?

(Women squealing)
Renee, so good to see you.

You look amazing.

Raw foods.

I am throwing out my stove.
(Cackles)

Lindsay Austin,
Adrianna Tate-Duncan.

- Hi!
- Hi...

Relax.

Just be yourself.

Okay? Tell your story.

- It's all going to be just fine.
- Yeah.

- I hope you're right.
- I'll see you out there. Okay.

(Giggles)

- So... Ready, Addy?
- Yeah, I'm ready.

- Mm.
- Mmm.

- Wish me luck.
- Yeah. Break a leg.

(Sighs)

(Cell phone beeps)

Hey. So, uh...

Looks like Ade will be out of
the woods pretty soon.

Um...
Call you after I talk to her.

Hope you're having
a good morning.

Bye.

(Sighs)
O-M-G. Katy Perry

and Ben Affleck are
next-door neighbors!

How cool must their
block parties be?

- Oddly, they never invite me.
- Oh!

- Going out! Bye!
- Hey, Annie. Wait!

Did you know that you live
less than half a mile away

from Julia Roberts'
brother Eric Roberts...

Father of Emma Roberts?

- I had no idea!
- Where are you going?

- Uh, just to return a shirt.
- In Beverly Hills?

Oh, that sounds amazing!
You know, I always wanted to know

if those salespeople there
really are as snobby

as they were in Pretty Woman.

Gosh, I wonder

where Richard Gere lives.
In a mansion, no doubt.

Emily, um, you...
You wouldn't want

- to come... with...
- I'll grab my purse!

Annie:
Okay, great.

(Giggles)

(Gasps)

What are you doing?

Right...

We're going to the bank.

Naomi, you're driving.

Silver waits with me.

You try anything,
and she's dead.

Let's go.

Wait. Can I fix my makeup?

Naomi.

What, you want to look hot
for the bank teller?

Once a slut,
always a slut, huh?

If they see me looking like this,
they'll know something's wrong.

Okay. Go on, then.

Cosmetics...

The tools of feminine deception.

Your cheeks aren't that pink,

your lips aren't that red,

and your eyelashes
aren't that long.

It's all a lie.
You're such a liar.

(Screaming)

(Groaning)

I just can't believe that I
went shopping on Rodeo Drive.

That's, like,
by far the coolest thing

I've ever done in
my entire life.

Well, I'm glad you had fun.

Do you really think that was
Lauren Conrad we saw in Barneys?

No. Like I said,
I don't think it was.

Oh, my gosh.

He's definitely a
movie star, right?

Hi. You must be Emily.

I must be.

I mean, I...
I am. I am. Hi.

Hi.

- Um, Liam, Emily. Emily, Liam.
- Hello. Hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- Hello.

All right.

Hey. Um, did you
clear your head yet?

I'm still thinking.

Okay.

I'm just going
to check out the surf meet.

I'll see you later.

Nice to meet you, Emily.

(Hushed laughing)

O-M-G!

That's, like, the cutest
boy I have ever seen.

I totally get why you're
so h-over-h for him.

I am not h-over-h.

Where do you even get that?

Okay, so watching the sparks

between you two is like
the fourth of July.

Yeah, well,
that doesn't make him

any more right for me.

Why?

- Is he a bad boy?
- Something like that.

It's complicated.

Um, I'm dating his
brother, Charlie.

Oh. That's intense.

Yeah. And... And he's
a really awesome guy.

(Sighs)

That sounds just like
a Jennifer Aniston, Brad Pitt,

Angelina Jolie love triangle.

- It does?
- Exactly.

Brad and Jen
were America's sweethearts

before Mr. & Mrs. Smith,

where Angelina
ignited his passion.

You know, people said she
was wild and dangerous.

You know, they said she had
this tattoo near her privates

and wore some other guy's
blood around her neck.

(Sighs)
Look at them now.

They're Brangelina,

one of the ten happiest
couples in Hollywood,

and Jen can't get a second date.

Okay. I think I follow.

I think you just need
to stop being a scaredy-cat

with your true feelings.

You know, it's obvious

that you and Liam
belong together.

Strangely enough,
that makes sense.

(Laughs)
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Adrianna: To have someone
that close to me

die in my arms...
It was horrible.

Apparently, it triggered

what they call
post-traumatic stress disorder.

Of course, I didn't
know that at the time.

All I knew was,
everything was this haze.

You know, I...
I couldn't think clearly.

And so, when you took
Javier's notebook,

you were in that state?

- That haze?
- Exactly.

And I feel awful about it.

But I just...
I couldn't think straight.

You know, I...
I wasn't myself.

And when did you come out of it?

Um, out of it?

The state of shock. The PTSD.

Was it before or
after you decided

to record an entire album
of stolen material?

Well, uh, PSTD...

I mean, uh, PTSD...

(Chuckles)
can't be cured overnight.

(Laughs)
Okay, but when?

Was it before or after you
went out for magazine covers?

Before or after you walked down
the red carpet with Joe Jonas?

You just don't understand.

Lindsay:
I think you're right.

I don't, because when
I'm looking at you,

I am not seeing a girl
who was traumatized.

I'm seeing a girl
who got herself

in front of the spotlight
and loved every second of it.

Hi.

Hey. Didn't expect
to see you here.

Yeah, no, the doctor
cleared me to surf.

My leg should be okay.

So, uh, I probably owe you

a fish taco or something
for saving my life.

You don't owe me.

I'm just glad you didn't die
or anything.

Thank you. Thank you, Dixon.

That's probably the nicest thing
you've said to me in months.

(Chuckles)

Coach: All right, guys, listen up.

Come on in.

I know this is going to
be a tough one today

with Liam out and
everything, but...

Guys, I still think
we can win this.

Let's go, guys.
Come on, get in the water.

Let's do some warm-ups.

All right. All right.

Ow. Geez.

Ivy, you okay over there?

Uh, yeah.

I think I might have, like,
tweaked my hamstring.

Can you put any weight on it?

I mean, yeah. No, I can... yeah.

I think you're going to have
to sit this one out, Ivy.

Oh, dude, come on, Coach.

No. Dude...

Okay, you guys need me,
and it's fine.

I can... I mean,
I'm sure I can still surf.

Ivy, hey, it's just
one meet, okay?

Sorry.

(Groans)

(Tape tearing)

(Grunting)

(Cannon sighs)

Oh, bitches.

Take off this tape,
you stupid sluts!

(Chuckles)

What did you just call us?

(Grunts)

(Chuckles)

I'm calling the police.

Naomi:
Wait. Not yet.

(Grunts)

(Groaning)

You are a shriveled
excuse for a man.

You're... pitiful,
and you are disgusting.

- Hey.
- I'm calling the police.

They'll take him away,

and they'll bring him
to justice.

Give it to me.

(Grunts)

(Clattering)

(Groans)

I'll handle the justice myself.

You have the most
incredible clothes.

And you look so
pretty in everything.

Oh. You're sweet.

So, what do you think?

Sweater, no sweater?

Hmm...

It's a little sexier without.

All right. Sexier, it is.

(Chuckles)

You are going to have such
an amazing night with Liam.

Hey, I... I really appreciate
your advice.

You really helped me
realize what I want.

Please! It was so obvious.

I mean, you two have more
chemistry than Demi and Ashton.

I thought we were Brangelina.

(Both laughing)

Okay. Wish me luck.

Good luck.

And we're pretty much
the same size,

so if you ever want
to borrow anything, feel free.

Really?

Thanks. You're the best.

(Air horn blaring)

Come on, Teddy. You got it.
You got it. Come on!

(Cheering)

Ivy: Come on, come on,
come on. Yeah!

Ivy:
Go, Dixon, go!

Whoo!

Come on, Teddy!
You've got this!

- That's it. That's it!
- Nice one.

(Both groan)

Ivy: Gnarly.

(Sighs)
Liam, this sucks.

Totally.

What are you doing here?

How you feeling?

Pretty good, till you showed up.

I need to talk to you
about Annie.

Let's take a walk.

Okay, straight-up,
what happened last night?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

What did you tell Annie?

All of a sudden,
she's acting weird.

Nothing.

Maybe she finally
realized that underneath

this Mr. Cool facade
is the kind of guy

who lets his kid
brother get beat up.

He's too much of a coward
to tell the truth about it.

When are you going to let it go?

I've done nothing but apologize to you
and try to make it up to you.

- Seriously, I don't...
- You know what I

could never figure out,

is why you were such
a jerk to me

from the day
that I showed up that summer.

It's like you were trying
to get rid of me.

You know what?
You're right.

I did want you to leave,

so I set you up.

- I wanted to protect you.
- By letting me get beat?

Give me a break.

Once... You got beat
once by that man.

I got it practically
every day that summer.

Sometimes twice.

And I knew you'd get
the same treatment

if you stuck around
long enough.

I could take it,
but there was no way

I was letting my little
brother go through that.

Why didn't you tell
me that before?

It's not easy to talk about.

But I did want
to talk to you, Liam.

It's just you never stopped
long enough to listen.

Please don't do this.

(Sobbing):
Please, please, please, please.

- Beg, you dog.
- I'm begging you, please!

Naomi!

He deserves to die.

Don't!

I'll do anything.

Shut up!

I know he deserves
to die, but...

You're not going
to kill anybody.

Not even him.

Naomi, if you do this,
your life is over.

He's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

Save your own life.

(Whimpering)

(Sobbing)

Okay, well, it was a mistake.

All right? I didn't
mean to hurt anybody.

I didn't mean to do it.

Lindsay:
Okay, just take it easy.

(Sniffles)

Hopefully, our next guest will
be able to help clear things up.

Please welcome Javier's uncle
and lifelong manager...

Victor Luna.

Thank you.

Thank you for having me.

Why don't you start out

by telling us about your
relationship with Adrianna?

Well, she did this
amazing musical number

at Javier's memorial.

And frankly, I was surprised
that she had it in her.

So she comes to me and she asks
me if I would be her manager.

So I check out her new material
and it's incredible.

It's as if she was
channeling Javier.

And of course,
now I know why.

He's lying, okay?

He knew about the
notebook all along.

He blackmailed me!

Stop finger-pointing,
and just admit

this was all your doing.

Adrianna,
Javier's fans deserve better.

I can't do this.

(Sniffles)

Victor, I think we're
just all dying to know...

Adrianna:
They ambushed me.

It was horrible.

Renee left me.
Everybody hates me.

(Blowing nose)

(Victor speaking indistinctly)

Thank God I have you.

Oh, my God.

Annie, have you seen my...?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.
I thought you were Annie.

No problem.
Annie's amazing.

She said I could borrow
anything I wanted.

Oh, I'm glad you two
are getting along.

(Sighs)

Hey, guys, third place isn't bad.

It's not awesome,
but it doesn't suck.

All right, I'll see you
guys next week, okay?

Dixon, you were... You were killing
it out there today, buddy.

Yeah.

I think I'm going
to head out of here.

- How's the leg?
- It blows.

- Later.
- Later.

Teddy:
Hey, Dixon!

Hey, you going back out?

If so, I might stick around.

Um... No, um, maybe.

Um...

I'm... I'm not sure yet.

Is there something wrong?

No. Why?

I don't know,

you're just acting
kind of weird.

Look who's talking.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, dude,
I think you already know.

Nope. No idea.

I saw you kissing Ian
last night at Adrianna's.

Good one. Very funny.

I don't know whether you were
drunk or... or high

or whatever,
but I know what I saw.

Maybe you were high or drunk,
because it wasn't me.

I was completely sober.

Fine.

Look, I...

Are you... Are you gay?

Look, I don't want
to talk about it.

Just please,

just don't say anything
about what you saw.

Man, I am begging you.
Please.

Okay.

Fine. Cool.

(Engine starts)

There you are.

I thought we were
meeting out front.

Oh.

Look, Liam, I'm sorry
that I made you wait.

I just...
I had a lot to sort out.

But... It's you, Liam.

I want to be with you.

More than you can even imagine.

So I'm going to break up
with Charlie...

Don't.

Don't do that.

I don't understand.

What's going on?

- Charlie came to see me today.
- Oh, my God.

- Did you tell him about...?
- No, no, no.

But... But we talked.

For the first time in years,
we really talked.

I was wrong about him.

About everything.

I screwed up, and I want
to make things right, you know.

He didn't deserve it...
the way I treated him.

I finally have my brother back.

I have family.

If we got together,
it would ruin that.

I'm sorry.

(Garbled radio transmission)

Thank you.
We'll be in touch.

Get him out of here.

Sync by n17t01
Corrected by icephoenix
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