90210 (2008–2013): Season 3, Episode 6 - How Much Is That Liam in the Window - full transcript

Previously on 90210:

You're pretending you wrote a song
you actually stole from a dead man.

- Okay, well, that's not...
- I have a recording

of Javier singing it six months ago.

You work for me now.

- Stop or I will tell.
- Who you gonna tell?

You have a son. Congratulations.

The guy from the bad breakup
told me that he was HIV-positive.

I am too.

- Why have you been avoiding me?
- We can't be together anymore.

I'm crazy about you, Gidget.



How'd you sleep?

Um...

Okay.

Not bad. Heh.

You?

Never better.

Um. Here.

Why? Neither of us have first period.

- Why don't we see if I take...?
- Babe?

Uh...

Hey, Mom. One minute, Mom.
I'm not... I'm not dressed.

But you are.
Come on now, let's rectify that.

Dixon's here.

- Why?
- He says he wants to talk to you.



What does he want?
He already broke up with me.

- Hey, um, I really need to explain...
- Actually you don't.

I got the message loud and clear.
You are still into Sasha,

and I'd rather skip the gory details.

No, no, wait. I'm not.
I just said that because I was scared.

See, Sasha told me
she was HIV-positive.

- What?
- Yeah.

And I thought I had it,
and I didn't know what to say to you.

I know it was stupid. I panicked.

I was ashamed. Everything.

I was trying to push you away.

But I don't have it.

I'm so sorry for everything
I put you through,

but I don't have any feelings
for Sasha. Never did.

I mean, I love you.

- Morning, Dixon.
- Oh, hey.

I gotta think about all of this.
So I'm gonna walk you out.

You gotta go.

You should have given them
their privacy.

Why? Trouble in paradise?

I'm sure they'll get over it.
She really likes him.

It's nice how close you and Ivy are.

Yeah, well, our relationship's
the only thing I've done right. Heh.

Not the only thing.

No.

Hey, uh, Naomi,
uh, Jen had the baby.

Poor kid.

- Uh, do you wanna see...?
- No, I don't.

I don't want anything to do
with my sister. She's a psychopath.

Well, I wasn't talking about Jen.
I was talking about Jack.

Well, that's his name.

Um, your sister is calling him Jacques,
which is just way too pretentious,

but, uh, that's him,
that's your nephew.

Oh.

He's kind of cute.

Yeah. Yeah, he kind of is.

Excuse me.

So, what do you wanna do
this weekend?

- Nothing.
- Ooh, I have got tickets

to an awesome concert
at the Troubadour. Cold War Kids.

That's... Heh, okay, look, Laura.

You and me, not gonna happen.

Liam, you know it hurts my feelings
when you say stuff like that.

You know what, though?
You enjoy that concert.

I won't, unless you're there with me.

Aw. You are, mm, so sweet.

- Ha, ha. You're sweeter.
- Mm.

- Okay, gotta go to class.
- God, you run so hot and cold.

I love it. It drives me crazy.

Are you sure you didn't secretly
drug me and take me to Paris?

Right? I mean, I'm pretty much the only
English-speaking customer they get.

Best part is they allow me
to sit and write for hours.

Say something sexy to me
in French.

What'd you just say?

The Muppets Take Manhattan
is my all-time favourite Muppet movie.

- Okay, well, heh, sexy as hell.
- Ha, ha.

So when do I get to see
one of your plays?

I'm actually doing a reading tomorrow,
but, uh...

- I wanna come.
- But it's still being workshopped

and I'm not ready for you
to see it yet, so...

Mm-hm. No fair.

And you're forgiven.

- Philippe?
- Charlie.

And know that this is me

Um, can I try that one more time?
Is that cool?

Okay, going again.

This is me

What the hell was that?

You know I pay for this studio
by the hour.

I know.

Then why aren't you
hitting your notes?

- I will. I just...
- When?

Okay, look, there's something
I wanna talk to you about.

- Hi.
- Hey, what's up?

I'll totally record "Saying Goodbye,"

but after this, I don't wanna record
any more of Javier's songs.

I'd rather do my own.

Your songs won't make any money.
They're no good.

- Hey, you.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

- Hopefully, my senior project.
- Yeah?

It's a behind-the-scenes expos?
on the makings of a pop star.

- Cool.
- If her manager will okay it.

I gotta say,
he seems like he's kind of a jerk.

Kind of? No. Ha, ha.
He's a huge jerk.

But every time I bring it up to Ade,
she gets defensive.

No, just listen to...

- Hey, how's it going?
- Good.

Mm.

Hi, Norad.

Uh, it's "Navid."

Right, right. And, uh, who are you?

Silver, Erin Silver.
Uh, I'd like to ask you a question...

Hang on a second.

Ah, great, we're in.

Luxury magazine's
doing a photo shoot

on up-and-coming musicians,
and you are one of them.

- What?
- Really?

- Yeah.
- That's amazing.

This could be good.
This could be good.

So you were gonna ask me
for what?

Well, I'd like to do a documentary
on Ade.

It's, uh, for my senior project
and it'll be a behind-the-scenes...

Wait a minute. Say she blows up,
that footage could be worth something.

I gotta see some moola.

Well, yeah. Okay.

You'll see some moola.

Okay, sounds good.
All right, the photo shoot's tomorrow.

Do something different with your hair,
will you? You look like a wet rat.

All right?

So photo shoot,
that's pretty cool, huh?

And I was thinking, since it's the 30th
anniversary for the record label,

we might wanna do a whole,
like, uh, retro theme.

I don't think so.

Yeah, you know, I told Debbie
that was not a great idea. Ha, ha.

We want something current, hip.

Exactly.

- Are you writing this down?
- Current. Hip. Got it.

And I should cross out
your lava-lamp idea, right?

Hey, sorry that I'm interrupting.

- Mom, can I talk to you?
- Oh, of course.

Excuse me.

Okay. Mm.

- Sorry.
- No, babe. What is it?

What happened?

I just don't know what to do.
Dixon wants me back.

Okay, well, that's good.

No, Mom, it's not good. It's not good.

Because
while we were broken up, I...

What?

Uh...

I slept with Oscar.

What is going on?

- What?
- You're practically skipping.

Clearly,
Liam's brother's doing it for you.

Oh, please don't refer to him
as Liam's brother, okay?

That's the part I'm trying
to put out of my mind.

But other than that, he is parfait.
That's "perfect" in French.

Ah, and what is "barf' in French?

I can't help it, okay?
He's just so great.

He's smart and funny
and open and...

- Hot?
- So hot.

- Hmm.
- And he's an amazing playwright.

- You've seen his plays?
- Well, no, actually.

But I can totally imagine
how sweet and romantic they are.

Mm. Of course.

He's actually doing a reading of one
later today,

but he told me not to come.
I guess it's not polished yet.

You're gonna go, right?

Annie, he told you
because he wants you to show up.

Seriously, it'll make his day.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

And if you show up with a raincoat,
and nothing underneath...

- Ugh, I'm not wearing a raincoat.
- Ah, be a prude.

Nice. Great. Nice. Love it.

- Adrianna.
- Great.

Yeah, love it. Great. Good job.

I think we got it. Yeah.

- You wanna go onto the second look?
- Hang tight.

You know what I'm thinking?

- What?
- Topless.

- What?
- Yeah, sex sells, honey.

And, you know,
I'm just not feeling these where

you know, I should be feeling them.

Okay, I'm really not comfortable
with that.

Don't be a child.
You can cover up artistically.

- That's enough.
- Navid, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.
She doesn't wanna go topless,

she's not going topless. You got it?

All right, I want a closed set.

Just the photographer,
Adrianna and me. That's it.

- Everybody, out.
- I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, yeah, you are. Right, Adrianna?

Um...

- I'll be fine.
- There you go.

- Ade...
- Don't worry.

Okay? I know where my line is
and I'm not gonna cross it.

I'm good.

You heard her. Everybody out.
You too, legs.

You can get your equipment later.

Come on, let's go.

I'll keep your r?sum? on file.

We're not hiring any new waiters
right now.

I'm willing to bus tables
or wash dishes.

Sorry, we're fully staffed.

Okay. Thanks, anyway.

Excuse me.

You, uh, looking for work?

- Yeah, why?
- Well, you got a good look.

I have something for you
if you're interested.

Something?

Like, what, a modelling job?

Yeah. Yeah, something like that.

Oh. Ooh.

Oh, my God. Ha, ha.

Jen?

Should we move the stage,
give everyone more room to dance?

You have some visitors.

What are you doing here?

Brought a gift for Jacques.

What, does it have a Nanny Cam in it
or something,

because you wanna prove
that I'm a bad mother?

It's just a teddy bear, Jen.

I don't wanna prove
you're a bad mother.

I just wanna meet my nephew.

- Why?
- Because they're family.

Why don't I take the girls
up to the nursery?

Um, well,
because I didn't ask you to. Ha, ha.

- Jen...
- I'm sorry,

but I don't want
their grubby little teenage hands

all over my precious newborn baby.

Jen, don't be a bitch.

And, yes, you should move the stage.
Come on, girls.

Well, fine, but make it quick.

And I don't want either of them
to hold him.

That was really cool, Mrs. Wilson.

No Nanny Cam?

Okay, well, we will see about that.

Come on.

- He's so perfect.
- I know. He is, isn't he?

- Oh.
- Ooh.

- What did I do?
- Nothing, nothing, nothing.

- He's just hungry. He's just hungry.
- Oh.

It's okay. It's okay.
Come on, help me give him a bottle.

It's okay, honey.

Hey, actually, I gotta head out.

Wait, no.
I need you here for moral support.

I know, I know,

but I have my first school therapy
session today. Remember?

If I miss one, Kelly will kill me.

I mean, I barely convinced her
I wasn't having a bipolar breakdown.

Just an inappropriate crush.

You know, it's gonna be confidential.

- Maybe I could just tell her the truth.
- No.

- Why? It might be a good idea.
- What? How?

You could talk to a professional.

I don't
want to. Please, don't say anything.

- You gotta promise.
- Nai...

I don't want anyone else
to know that Mr. Cannon raped me.

- We're gonna go.
- Naomi.

Um...

I overheard what you said.

Did Mr. Cannon?

Were you?

Did he rape you?

Naomi, please,
tell me what happened.

You can trust me.

Right. Like you trust me?

Let's go.

Silver, tell me what happened.

Who is Mr. Cannon?

Come on, guys, just go.

- No, we're staying till closing.
- No way, sorry. It's too good.

How'd you even find out about this?

Dude, everybody at school
shops here.

Hey, uh, do the pants come off
at any point or is this the whole show?

- Yeah.
- You're an ass.

- Oh, let's get a picture.
- Yes, yes, all right.

Say, uh, "Pretty boy."

- All right, let's take a video.
- Ha-ha-ha.

You know what? I'm done.

- Hey, dude, the money shot.
- Come on. Come on.

Aw, models.

- So temperamental.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Ronnie,

I've had enough window duty
for the day.

That's no problem. No problem.
Jimmy, window.

I'm on it.

- And, uh, feature our signature scent.
- Ugh.

All right, now, uh,
go help the customers.

Thank you.

Can I help you with something?

We'd like to look at those jeans,
but they're too high to reach.

Oh, no, not that shelf.
The higher one.

Reach over there. Hmm, like that.

- Sorry.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, my God.

Get lost.

What are you doing here, Laura?

Well, everyone at school said
you were working here

but I had to see it to believe it.

Baby, what are you doing?
This job isn't you.

- Yeah, no kidding.
- It is so degrading.

- No kidding.
- Why are you working here?

I need a freaking job.
This is the only one I could find.

- Maybe I can help you.
- I don't want your help.

Just leave me alone.

But...

I know, right?

Okay, uh, whenever you're ready.

Lights up.
The sound of a fist hitting flesh,

over and over and over again.
Never stopping.

Suddenly,
a bloodcurdling scream rings out

momentarily drowning out
the sound of the brutal beating.

I told you the guy was sick.
He's like Tarantino on steroids.

Each play is more twisted
than the last.

His hands shake.

He looks at his sleeping girlfriend
and contemplates killing her.

He slides his hand slowly
across her chest and up to her throat,

when suddenly she awakens.

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry, I didn't realise my feet
were on the couch. It's just habit.

How could you sleep with Ivy?

What the hell were you thinking?

Oh.

- You know.
- Oh, damn right, I know.

Look, it was a mistake.

It only happened once.
I just got swept up in the moment.

I knew it was wrong, but I was...

I was hurting.

You'd rejected me
and I was feeling vulnerable.

I thought I could handle a casual
relationship with you, but I was wrong.

I don't know what to say.

Other than I am so sorry.

I'll understand
if you want to me leave.

Damn right, I want you to leave.

And Ivy,

she can't ever know that you and l...

Of course not. I promise.

Either I've been out of school too long

or the People magazine
crossword puzzles have gotten harder.

Please tell me you're joking.

I'm joking.

- I got a Google alert for you.
- What?

Well, I try to keep up with your press,
okay?

Ah, looks like a sneak peak
of your photo shoot.

Already?
That's not supposed to be out yet.

What's this, Ade?

All right. I was gonna tell you,
I just thought I had a little more time

since the magazine doesn't come out
for a while.

I decided to do the topless photos.
I mean, really, what's the big deal?

Lady Gaga and Katy Perry have done
way more provocative pictures.

Victor made you do it, didn't he?

- No. No, no. This was my decision.
- Right.

The only reason I didn't tell you
is I knew you'd be upset.

Of course, Ade.
Of course, I'd be upset.

Well, you shouldn't be, okay?
Because I'm happy with the pictures.

In fact, I love them.

Okay, so "Blank Rand wrote
The Fountainhead." It's three letters.

Could that be "Rob"?

Oh, thank God. Elmira's not here.

Debbie's getting ready for the party.
I have to go.

- So can you watch the baby?
- Of course.

- Did you bring the teacher directory?
- Can I ask why you need it?

Ah. Because I'm going to kill
Mr. Cannon.

- Excuse me?
- Or castrate.

I haven't decided yet.

Here he is, 1447...

Jen. Jen, what's going on?

What is it?

Talk to me.

Um...

He raped Naomi.

What?

I, uh, overheard her talking to Silver.

Jen, I don't know if you know this,

but she falsely accused him of
sexually harassing her last year, so...

I know my sister, Ryan,
and I know when she's lying.

She's not lying about this.

Uh, when did she say
that this happened?

Last year,
after the pass-the-torch party.

What?

I was, uh...
I was in a bad state that night.

I was pretty drunk and I crashed
my car into the West Bev sign.

And, uh, nobody knows it was me.

And if they did,
I'm pretty sure I'd be fired.

Uh-huh.
I'm sorry, and your point is what?

My point is, as I was pulling out,

I saw Cannon and Naomi
through the window.

Now, I didn't see anything specific,
but he was closing the blinds

and I thought it was weird.

Ryan, you have to come forward.

I mean,
you could help make her case.

- Watch out.
- Come on, get on.

Thanks, everyone, for coming out

to celebrate 30 years
of pretty fierce music.

- All right!
- Yeah!

Now, put your hands
together for a killer band

that I may or may not
have discovered.

The Like!

I wish you knew
I'm not the one for you

You're not the one for me
And I can't stand it

After all I put you through
You're still just stuck like glue

Why don't you run from me?
Because I can't leave you

Before I break your heart
Release me

Oh, mine is such a sorry state

Hey, how was the play?

- Was he psyched you showed up?
- Did you wear the raincoat?

- Ha, ha
- You did, didn't you? You little slut.

No, I didn't.

Ugh.

I left before he saw me.

Why, because it sucked?

No, he's really talented,
but, I mean, it was so dark and violent

and the people in the audience
started talking about

what a twisted and sick writer he is,
and I got really freaked out.

I mean,
he seems really nice and sweet,

but there's obviously something else
going on with him.

I don't get it.
Do I give off some sort of pheromone

where dark, disturbed guys
just are drawn to me?

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

No, it's okay.
Um, I'm glad you could make it.

These are my friends,
Naomi, Adrianna.

- This is Charlie. Ha, ha.
- Ha, ha.

Someday soon our day will come

And it never does

I wish you knew
I'm not the one for you

Oh, okay.

Here it is in a medium.
We don't have it in blue.

Would you like me to see
if another store has it?

No, I think I've bought enough
for my daughter today.

Thank you for helping me.

It's right this way.

So how long have you worked here?

Oh, I just started.

- Do you like it?
- Liam.

It's a job.

Surely you could have found
something else. Nice kid like you.

Yeah, I tried.
Trust me, there's nothing.

You should work for me.

I need someone
to help out around the house.

Run errands, do some driving.

Afternoons. After school, of course.

- Really?
- Are you interested?

Would anyone spray me
with cologne?

Then, yes, I'm interested.

I'm Sandra, by the way.
Sandra Mathison.

- Liam Court.
- Nice to meet you, Liam.

Thank you. We live in the Hills.
Where do you live?

Um...

Well, right now I, uh...

I'm kind of living in my car.

Bad stuff happened with my family,
but as soon as I get enough money...

You can't live in your car.
You're just a kid.

You'll stay in my pool house.

- What?
- Temporarily.

Until you find
more permanent accommodations.

- I don't know what to say.
- How about yes?

- Yes. Yeah.
- All right.

- I'll be in touch.
- Okay.

Hey, Ronnie, I quit.

Hey, uh, remember at the beginning
of the school year

when everybody promised to stay
and help put out The Blaze?

Sure do.

- That was a load of crap, huh?
- Sure was.

Good to know.

All right, it's a wrap. You ready to roll?
We're gonna miss the party.

Yeah, just need another two minutes
to finish synching this audio.

It's for my documentary.

- cover up, artistically.

Okay, that's enough.

- It's okay.
- It's not.

She doesn't wanna go topless,
she's not going topless.

- I can do this later.
- No, it's okay. I'm fine. Go ahead.

Okay, I know where my line is
and I'm not gonna cross it.

Okay, you heard her. Everybody out.

You too, legs.
You can get your equipment later.

Oh, that was even better
the second time.

I'm sorry.

How many times
do I have to explain it to you?

You work for me. I call the shots.

- Yeah, but Victor, this is...
- What is this?

- Uh, the mikes are still on.
- I'm really not comfortable.

Would you be comfortable
if I told everybody what you did?

- Okay, I'll do it.
- Okay.

I love your lyrics.

Honestly, if I could write like that,
it just would be incredible.

Uh, what does, uh,
Victor have on you?

Um, excuse me. Sorry.

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

Just cut the crap, Ade.
I heard Victor threatening you.

After I left the shoot,
your mike was on.

What does he have on you? Tell me.

I thought I was gonna get dropped
by the label.

And Javier had this notebook
full of songs.

So after he died,

I took it.

- What?
- I thought if I had one good song

that I'd be able to get back in there
with the label.

Do you hate me?

Uh...

- No. But, Ade, what you did, it's...
- It's awful, I know.

- And Victor found out?
- He's horrible. Navid, I hate him.

- If I leave him, he's gonna expose me.
- So, what's the plan?

You stay beholden to this dirt bag?
When will it stop?

I'm scared.
I'm gonna lose everything.

Not everything, Ade.

What you did, it's bad.

But you're not a bad person.

You just have to end this.

You have the chance now
to do the right thing.

He's not a boy that you can change
Nor should you want to

He's not a boy that you can tame
Don't let it taunt you

Don't even try to run away
He wouldn't stop you

He's not a boy that you can change
I know you want to

You can wait all night
You can wait all day but

What the hell is your problem?

Sorry. My bad, bro.

It is your damn bad, bro.

Come on, it's a party.
You wanna drink or you wanna fight?

Personally, I'm real thirsty and it's
an open bar, so I mean, it's up to you.

Can I take care of your dry cleaning?

No, man. I'm all right.

All right, then,
have a good night, man.

Sorry about that. I'm gonna go
get us some fresh drinks

and try to make it
all the way across the room this time.

- Okay.
- Ha, ha. Hey, wait.

Um, I really, really liked the way
that you handled things with that guy.

I'm glad you approve.

Why do you seem so surprised?

Well, because I half expected to hear

the sounds of fists on flesh
over and over and over.

How did you, uh?

I snuck into your play this afternoon.
I'm so sorry. I feel awful.

I was actually gonna surprise you,
but then I got so freaked out

by how dark and violent it was,
so I just left.

Good news,
I am no longer freaked out.

So now how freaked out are you?

I'm not freaked out at all.
I'm actually flattered.

I like that you wanted
to see it that badly.

- You do?
- Oui.

- I think it's sweet.
- Oh.

- What's going on?
- Jen told me.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Is it true?

Because I saw you that night
with Cannon.

He was closing the blinds.

And I didn't see anything else
because, um...

Because I was really drunk.

- I crashed into the school sign.
- Uh...

- That was you?
- Yeah. Not my finest hour.

Wow.

Well, it's okay.

I get why you can't come forward.
You could lose your job.

Are you kidding?
I'm definitely coming forward.

Naomi,
you can't let him get away with this.

I don't know if I'm pressing charges.

Even with this, you didn't see anything.
There are no guarantees.

You're right, there's not.
But you have to try.

I mean, think about...

Naomi,
think about what he did to you.

Think about what he could do
to someone else.

- What if it doesn't work?
- What if it does?

I mean, you can do this.
I know you can.

And, yeah, there are no guarantees,

but if you don't press charges,
I can guarantee you

that he's gonna be out there
walking around

and your sister is gonna take matters
into her own hands.

And I don't want my son's mom
behind bars.

What are you talking about?

I'm saying I've never seen her
this angry, ever.

I mean,
that woman would kill for you.

Hey.

Hey.

Aw, come on, Ivy,
I hate seeing you like this.

- Just talk to Dixon.
- Yeah, and say what?

- Having fun?
- Uh, yeah. You?

- Absolutely.
- Mm.

Hmm. You know, I feel like
there's a little tension here.

Am I right?

No, I don't think so.

No. No, there definitely is.

Hmm. You know what?
It's probably because,

Laurel, you know
that Ivy and I slept together.

- Oh, my...
- But Ivy doesn't know

that you and I slept together.

What?

Oh, yes, all summer long.

Oh, my God.

- Ugh.
- Ah, heh.

Ivy, wait.

- Look, it was way before.
- Will you just don't, Mom? Just don't.

Babe, I know you're upset.

Yes, I'm upset! Okay?

I'm upset
because my mother is a whore.

Ivy.

Don't kill Cannon, okay?

Yeah, okay.

But I want to.

Thanks, for wanting to.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm gonna be.

Well, if there's anything you need...

And thank you for the teddy bear
for Jacques.

It's pretty much repaired.

Well, except
one leg wasn't salvageable.

But, um, he'll love it.

And it'll teach him tolerance
for other one-legged teddy bears.

Come see him again?

- I'd like to.
- Okay.

Bye.

Good evening, sir.

There you are.
I've been looking for you everywhere.

I can't do this anymore.

If you wanna expose me, that's fine.

I just can't. I'm done.

Oh, well, that's too bad

because we were just getting
somewhere.

This was just messengered to me.

It's a mock-up of next month's
Luxury magazine.

Remember those photos
you didn't wanna take?

They landed you the cover.

- Are...? Are you serious?
- Ha-ha-ha.

Look, you may not like my style,
but I get results.

I mean, it's in my best interest
that you hit it big.

Or it was in my best interest.

But, look, I understand.
You don't want this, I get it.

No, no, no. I do want this. I do.

So, what's next?

What's next?

You record the rest of Javier's songs,
and we put out our album. Are you in?

- Absolutely.
- Come on, let's go.

- Ha, ha.
- Come on.

Yeah, it's a sick setup.
And just in time too, man.

I couldn't take another night
in my car.

I didn't wanna say anything,
but it was getting bad.

Well, isn't this a surprise?

Dixon, let me call you back.

- What are you doing in here?
- I live here, silly.

Well, not here,
but in the main house.

Have you seen the main house yet?
You're going to love it.

I have my own Jacuzzi.

- Okay, I don't understand.
- You wouldn't accept help from me,

so I told my mom to do me a favour
and offer you a job.

I just couldn't stand by
and watch you be exploited like that.

- I don't believe this.
- I know. Isn't it great?

But, um, the thing is, she can
never know we had a romance.

I told her we were just friends.

There was no romance.

Good. That sounded totally real.

Unh.

Look, nothing ever happened
between us.

And now that I'm crashing here,
nothing ever can.

Exactly.
We're like Bella and Edward.

This door locks, right?

When did you get that scar?

- A long time ago, when I was a kid.
- Hey, what happened?

Nothing.

I don't wanna talk about it.

How did you get that?

A long time ago, when I was a kid.

Just because I'm not violent
doesn't mean other people aren't.

How could you?

You destroyed my family.

I thought it only fitting
that I destroy yours.

- What are you talking about?
- You and my father

weren't just friends, were you?

- That was a mistake.
- Oh, was that all?

You did quite a number on him, Laurel.
He left my mother.

- I didn't ask him to do that.
- No, no, you didn't, did you?

I don't suppose you cared about him
either way.

But the old man is fine now.
Fared much better than my mother

who relied on quite a cocktail
of pills and booze,

that is until it killed her.

But we're even now.

Anyway, thank you so much
for letting me stay at your place.

You have been so hospitable.