90210 (2008–2013): Season 4, Episode 7 - It's the Great Masquerade, Naomi Clark - full transcript

Previously on 90210...

You are the single most annoying man

on the entire planet.

Well, you're no peach
yourself there, sweetheart.

I threw out Amal, I did it.

Whatever happens, we're gonna
get through this together, okay?

And now I'm thinking

maybe he was just telling
me what I wanted to hear.

You're family, and I
would never hurt family,

but she is not family.

I know I don't have any
proof of the stolen cars.



He threatened my girlfriend.

- Work with the police to
get the evidence we need.
- I'm in.

- $10,000?
- I think you could work a whole lot more.

You might not loving modeling,
but the camera loves you.

There's no money here. You're
not paying for anything.

I like you, and I want to be with you.

Someone named Patrick Westhill
made a ridiculously gigantic

donation in your name.

This guy must think you're
a pretty hot commodity.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. I just... I just need a minute.

You're not fine.

Your nose is bleeding.

Dixon, you have a drug problem.



You really need help.

Ah, thank you.

Okay, that's really annoying.

Oh, come on. Dude, Raj is
stuck halfway across the country

doing his cancer treatment,
so, just doing a little project.

I'm taking peoples' pictures,
then I'm gonna insert his face

in each photo so he
feels like he never left.

Hey, well, that's really sweet.

You're making your man feel loved.

Unlike what I did with Max.

You know what? Really?
Give me that. Give it to me.

Oh, damn, I look good.

Wait. But if these are for Raj,

then we need to get some
pictures of you looking hot.

Oh! Come on, come on,
show me a sexy beast.

Come on.

Okay. Okay, no. Now, show me fierce,

like Tyra Banks style.

Oh.

Hey, bird legs, I'm walking here.

You want to move?

I don't ever make the first move.

Yeah? Neither do I.

- Is that right?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I guess we aren't
going anywhere, are we?

I guess not.

Impressive.

Make sure to bring those
kick ass negotiating skills

to your first Greek Council meeting.

Okay.

What the hell was that about?

Oh, that's just the jealous skank.

She's upset because

she's no longer head of the
Greek Council, which means

yours truly is in charge
of the CU Masquerade Party.

Because your last huge
event was so successful.

Okay, you know what?
This one's going to be.

Scape Scene TV is sponsoring a contest.

They're gonna broadcast every party online

and give a $50,000 scholarship
to the winning school.

Mm-hmm, and what's in it for you?

Oh, the pleasure of school pride.

Okay, maybe they're gonna do

a profile on me, their "College
Women To Watch" segment.

And honestly, I think it's overdue.

You've been in college for two months.

I know. It's ridiculous, right?

I was homeless, and I
needed help for my kids.

Marissa Harris-Young
got me a permanent place.

She even helped me to find work.

My family owes her everything.

Now that is a campaign commercial.

Wow. Great job, Silver.

Thanks.

Yeah, I've, uh, had a lot of
alone time lately to focus.

Hmm.

Turns out, boyfriend troubles
are great for your career.

- Well, have you guys talked?
- Not yet.

I mean, I don't know what to say,

and whatever Navid says, I
don't know what to believe.

Oh, I think that's why they call it trust.

Remember the guy I told you about,

the one that I thought was cheating on me?

Yeah.

Turns out he wasn't, but
by the time I knew for sure,

the damage had been done.

Ask for the truth, but then
trust that he's given it to you.

Again, amazing job.

Thanks.

I offered my uncle studio
space for his stolen cars.

I said he could shoot porn.

I even offered to be in the porn.

He just won't let me in.

Well, on the plus side, if he had any idea

you were working with the police,

you'd be sleeping with the fishes,

so, at least your cover isn't blown.

Yeah, this is good news.

Look, you just have to find a
way to earn your uncle's trust.

Until you do, we don't
know what he's capable of,

especially after his
threat to your girlfriend.

I can't really put a
positive spin on that. Sorry.

MAN Code 11.

- All units respond.
- I got to go.

Hey, make it happen, Navid.

Can I get you anything else?

Um, I want to try this new drink.

It's called the Has-Been Popstar.

I wonder how much TMZ would pay

to see Adrianna Tate-Duncan

- working as a barmaid.
- Hey, why don't you let me

take a picture of you two?

Oh, cool, man.

Thanks.

Hey, you just broke my phone!

Walk out now, or I'll
break a few other things.

You all right?

Yeah. I've gotten used to it.

That's the thing about fame.

They get to make you, and then break you.

But I guess that's what I signed up for.

Yeah, I guess.

Hey, why don't you take a break?

I'll cover things here in case
Prince Charming comes back.

Thanks.

Well, look who finally decided to show.

The deal is I sign for the
beer and drink it for free,

- not do all the grunt work.
- Sorry, man.

Let me give you a hand there.

Hey, thanks for ordering
those extra cases.

I'm expecting a big weekend,

and maybe I can get myself
some new transportation.

Nice.

Oh, my God, is that him?

- Excuse me?
- You are

even hotter in person than
in your bar commercial.

You remind me of that Ab
Man from the billboards.

Oh my God, that's not you, is it?!

Oh, sorry. Just a bar owner.

Have a seat, we'll be right with you.

Now that is how it should go with women.

You know, no issues over,

you know, who makes the first move.

No, no, no. A girl likes
what she sees, and boom.

She comes running.
Sounds like the beginning

of a solid relationship.

Well, I was thinking it
sounded more like fun.

But since that's not your style,

you wouldn't mind if I
rope in some of your cattle,

so to speak?

- Rope away.
- All right.

Excuse me, ladies.

I, uh, couldn't help but overhear

you talking about that ab guy.

Since y'all inquired, I'm
the guy on the billboard.

Prove it.

Is it okay if I touch?

Oh, that's what they're here for, darlin'.

Touch away.

Wow.

Is that for me?

I need a present.

It's for me,

unless the guy that
I'm dating wants you to,

"Wear this to dinner tonight at 8:00."

- Mm.
- You okay?

My first meeting

as head of the Greek Council
was a complete bloodbath.

They shot down every idea
I had for the Masquerade.

Even the Naomi Clark ice sculpture?

I'm shocked.

Holly is on the council,

and she can't stand the
idea of me being in charge,

so she's blocking every move I make.

So... don't be in charge.

You could always offer to work with her.

You know what they say?

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

That's pretty folksy
advice, coming from the girl

with a dress that costs more than her car.

Hmm.

Ade, what are you doing here?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you,

but you've been avoiding
me since the benefit.

I haven't been avoiding you.

I've just been busy.

And where do you get the energy

to stay up all night, every
night, working on your music?

Dixon, I'm not leaving

until we talk about your drug addiction.

What is this, an after school special?

I got a nose bleed.

Dixon, I've been there.

Okay? The headaches, the
mood swings, the denial.

It's all addict behavior.

Okay, fine. You want the truth?

- Yes.
- I took a few

ADHD pills to keep me focused
while I'm doing my music.

It's not a big problem.

Everybody at CU does it.

So, you're not an addict?

No, Ade.

So, you'd have no problem
staying clean for 24 hours?

No withdrawals, no side effects?

Of course not.

Okay.

Prove it.

Holly!

So, I've decided to let you
co-chair the Masquerade Party.

Don't thank me now. Just accept my offer.

We have to get to work immediately.

What makes you think I'd help you?

Well, the two of us
pulling this off together

would make you half of the
most powerful person on campus.

And save your reputation at CU?

Thanks, but no thanks.

Look, the word is, Eastern
State is the school to beat.

I did a little digging, and apparently,

their Greek chair put hair
removal cream in your shampoo

back at high school cheer camp.

Maybe this could be an opportunity

for you to get back at the bitch.

You know what?

You're right.

This could be a perfect
opportunity for revenge.

I'm in.

Great. So, we're working together.

Yay.

Hey, Silver.

What are you doing here?

In your own house.

Navid, we had a plan.

Everything bad, including your family,

was out of the picture.

I want to get back to that place,

but I have to trust you first.

Okay.

Tell me the truth,

and I'll never ask you again.

Are you working with Amal?

No.

I'm not working with Amal.

Then I believe you.

I will have the veal, and the
lady will have the Nicoise salad.

Very well, sir.

I can order my own food.

I just say a couple of
words, the meal comes...

it's like magic.

I thought you liked Nicoise salad.

No, I do. It's just that...

maybe it's the way that we met,

but with the donation
for Raj and the dress...

all of it makes me feel like

- you're still paying for me.
- I don't see a problem

with wanting to help your friend

or wanting to buy you a gift.

I like spoiling the girl I'm with.

Speaking of which,

I have tickets to the
Geffen tomorrow night.

- I'll send a car for you.
- Yeah, see that is exactly what I'm talking about.

We don't make dates; you request me,

and I feel like I can't say no.

That's probably because
I'm using mind control.

Annie, no one's forcing you to be with me.

Okay. Well, I have to
research the influence

of celebrity bloggers for
a marketing class tomorrow

and I have this campus costume party,

so no, I can't go to the Geffen with you.

See? You just said no.

Well, that wasn't so hard, was it?

Oh-ho, let me guess.

Sex game gone wrong? I've been there, Dix.

Austin.

Hey, I'm just getting some more

free drinks for my fans over there.

- I think it's time to take your harem on the road.
- I can't.

I told them I own the place.

Liam.

Great news.

Your billboard on Hollywood
Boulevard is literally

- stopping traffic.
- Traffic's always stopped on Hollywood Boulevard.

True,

but that is not why I'm here.

There is so much buzz
about "Who is Ab Man,"

that the company wants to reveal your face

as part of their new campaign.

They're willing to sign you
to a very lucrative contract.

That is not worth the money.

It's not just about that money.

Look, you can't buy
that kind of publicity.

You'll be famous. I'm pretty sure

that's the last thing I want.

Fantastic. I find the one hot guy in L.A.

who doesn't want fame or money.

Liam, they want to move on this quickly.

I got to find a face to match your body,

or I am totally screwed.

I think I found your man.

Self-portraits are tricky.

You, uh...

you want to... bounce the light...

like this.

Ah, thank you, Nick.

I've been taking pictures
of my ear all day.

That's what I love about photography...

the images reveal things
you never knew were there,

like, um... deep truths
about the human soul,

or... in your case,

ear wax.

Which is perfect for my
"Insert Raj Here" project.

Now he won't be missing out on anything.

Raj is a lucky guy.

Uh, I'm sure sending him
these pictures is, uh...

helping him deal with
what he's... going through,

fighting cancer.

Just like it helps you.

- What do you mean?
- Pasting Raj's pictures

in everyday events makes it seem

like he's here with you when he's not.

You don't want to imagine
a life without Raj.

Like I said...

there's, uh, always more to
a photo than meets the eye.

Okay.

Maybe we keep the shirt on.

Yeah, or maybe we could
take the handcuffs off.

Seriously, Ade, I got to deejay
at Naomi's party tomorrow.

Dixon, you're doing great.

Yeah. That's because
I don't have a problem.

- Okay.
- The only reason I'm doing this is

just to see the look on your face
when I prove to you that you're wrong.

Well, I hope you're right.

But the hardest thing for an addict
is making it through the night.

Well, is it harder than sleeping
handcuffed to a crazy woman?

Seriously, Ade, why are we doing this?

Because... I care about you.

And I've been there, okay?

And because you're the only person

that talked to me after
what I did to Silver.

You let me in.

Look, I haven't told anyone this...

but...

when Navid and Silver started dating,

I... I kind of freaked out, too.

I mean, it was just weird
seeing my best friend

and my ex-girlfriend...

well...

don't get me wrong, I didn't
go all swap-her-pills crazy,

but...

but it was hard.

Thanks. Well, not for the reminder

of how crazy I got.

But it's nice knowing I'm not alone.

Neither are you.

Um... you know what?

Uh, maybe we should, uh, get some rest.

Yeah.

Got a big day of being
handcuffed tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Yeah.

Okay, everything is wired.

Text messages sent to our party number

will pop up on the screens...

and the flirt-texting will commence.

Well, let's take it for a test drive.

It appears to be working perfectly.

And we also have a video booth set up

so people can leave
confidential video messages.

Perfect. Let's call it "The Confessional."

- Has a sexy, deep-dark-secret sound to it.
- I heard Eastern State

is having a fireworks finale.

We need to end on something just as big.

Something that says "ultimate party."

I'm thinking Carnivale parade.

Fire dancers, snake charmers, samba girls.

The finale is key,

and no one throws a party like Rio.

I'm texting my response.

Well, don't hold back.

Tell her how you really feel.

I would, but I don't want
to give her the satisfaction.

Well, you know, I was
thinking about coming

to your little event tonight,

but I got a modeling shoot to go to,

so tozen women coming onto me might, uh,

occupy my time.

Oh, that's not a problem.

Once all the guys at CU see
my little costume tonight,

I won't really have time for you, anyway.

Although, I'm not sure if you
can technically call it a costume,

considering just how
little fabric there is.

- Thanks for the warning.
- Mm.

Ah, the standoff.

It's one of my least favorite things

about dating Austin...
he always feels like

- he needs to win.
- I have him where I want him.

I bet you do.

Hi.

Are you Annie?

Patrick said you were writing a paper

about celebrity bloggers,
and he thought I could help.

I am.

And you... are Perez Hilton.

I'm sorry.

I'm just not used to getting
visits from my term paper topics.

I owed Patrick a favor,

so I thought I'd stop by.

Who knows more about
celebrity blogging than me?

I know things before they even happen.

How? Because I'm that good.

Love your hair, by the way.

We should get going... you've
only got a couple of hours

- before Patrick picks you up for the Geffen.
- Great.

Wait, wait. Uh, what?

Patrick says you need to be there by 7:00.

- Am I zipped?
- For a food filled with nitrates

and rat droppings, you look pretty great.

- Oh-ho-ho!
- Ah-ha-ha!

Back at you, my...

doughy, carb-loaded friend!

Although... I think I
could use some mustard.

Vertical stripes are slimming, right?

Oh, yeah.

We're going to look
great for Naomi's party.

Hello?

Navid,

I need you to come down to the studio.

Uh, yeah, yeah, of course.

Um, well, can it wait?

You said I'm supposed to, uh...

you wanted to make amends
for what you cost me.

This is your chance.

Everything okay?

Yeah. No, it's just
something at the studio.

Hey, is it cool if we,
uh, meet at the party?

What could be happening
at the studio this late?

- Uh...
- No, you know what?

Forget about it. Yeah,
just... don't take too long.

I feel naked without my bun.

I won't be too long.

Bye.

Hey, is Perez still here?

I have exactly two minutes to thank him

before we are officially late.

Is that what you're wearing?

I'm gonna have to buy you another dress.

I'm not going.

I already told you that
I have plans tonight,

and then you arrange to
have Perez Hilton show up

at my house so that I couldn't say no.

You know, most people would
appreciate what I've done.

And I do appreciate what you did for Raj,

but when you pay money and
tell me to show up somewhere,

you're treating me like an employee.

Employees are paid to
do what they're told,

and girlfriends are asked out.

I can't change the way we met

and I'm not going to apologize
for being good to you.

Okay, well, then I'm sorry, Patrick,

but I don't think I can do this anymore.

I never had the guts to
tell you how I felt before,

but once I saw you
dressed as a banana, too,

I knew we belonged together.

Please tell me you'll be in my bunch.

So what happens next?

Text the message board to let

the object of your affection know

there's a video waiting for him.

The confessional is strictly private,

so no one will see it but him.

Okay.

Send.

Now wait for your crush to crush back.

Best party ever.

I guess we do sort of work well together.

I guess you don't suck as
bad as I thought you did.

Guys, you look

seriously

unsexy.

Annie, don't you know

princesses slut it up sometimes?

And you're a processed
meat, Silver, really?

What in God's name are you, Ivy?

Clearly every '80s rocker rolled into one.

No? All right.

Picture time for Raj, okay?

Okay, cool.

Ooh, Naomi, it looks you
have a secret admirer.

What?

I knew Austin couldn't resist me for long.

Watch and learn, ladies.

Okay, not that your costume isn't great,

but it feels like
you're missing something.

Mm-hmm, yeah, Navid.

We were all ready to go
and he got a phone call.

Now I can't reach him on his cell,

so I don't know where he is,

but he's going to come
because he said he'd come.

But, uh, can I meet you
guys over by the bar?

- Mm-hmm.
- I see someone.

Excuse me.

Hey.

I'm sorry, uh, I think I know you.

I work for Marissa Harris-Young.

Oh. Your story in the campaign video

was... it was so moving

about how Marissa
helped you and your kids.

Oh, no, I don't have any kids.

What?

I'm just an actress... or trying to be.

Someone in the campaign
office saw me in a play

and they hired me for the part,

but if you believed me,

then I guess I nailed it.

Thanks.

Unbelievable.

He's trying to taunt
me with text messages,

as if I'm gonna come crawling
to find him or something.

Right, okay.

"Sorry, can't find you.

What are you dressed as, a horse's... ?"

Naomi,

the text messages from you
and Austin are taking up

all the space on the message board.

Knock it off.

She does have a point, you know.

This whole masquerade
thing is great for flirting

for a little while, but sooner or later

you're gonna have to stop playing games

and take off the masks.

I'm not playing games, he's
the one playing games...

first the van, then his cousin.

I'm not going to let him win.

Yeah, but he only wins if you
don't get what you want, right?

Yes, you're right.

You're right, you're right.

If anyone shouldn't be
wearing a mask, it's me.

Okay.

I can't believe you talked
me into being the prisoner.

The cop outfit was way
sexier on me. No, no,

just, just be happy I didn't
buy the matching booty shorts.

It, it would have been
an explosion of sexy.

Hey, are you okay?

You're sweating.

Um, yeah, y... y... yeah, I'm fine, I'm...

It's just hot in here.

Think I need a drink or whatever.

Okay, so you want me

to make the first move, fine.

For some reason, which
I do not understand,

I am attracted to you, Austin.

Neither of us are gonna get what we want

if we can't express how we feel.

What is Naomi doing?

Is she making some sort of
announcement or something?

Well, she's leaving a confessional
message, but I don't know

why she would broadcast it to the whole...

So here goes.

Uh-oh.

Me being honest.

The truth is...

I really like you,

and that's hard for me to say sometimes

because the last time I fell
for a guy, I messed it up

and he walked away and I got hurt

and it sucked, and I don't
want that to happen again, so...

don't break my heart, okay?

Why is everyone looking at me

and not in the usual
"she's hot" kind of way?

Holly broadcast your confessional
message to the entire party.

That was truly touching.

I'm sure the thousands of college students

watching online feel the same way.

That was you texting me all night long?

Yeah, and you fell for it, bird legs.

Right.

Good one.

And I have one for you.

Security, get rid of this bitch.

Please, you can't kick me out.

As head of the Greek
Council, I absolutely can.

This is my party.

No one's gonna remember
what you did here tonight

because I'm going to make this

the greatest party anyone's ever seen.

We're only trailing
by six votes, everyone.

CU and Eastern State
are neck and neck, so...

it's time to make this
a Naomi Clark party.

Let's blow this place up!

You're on in five minutes, okay?

Okay, I'm ready.

It looks like you will
be spinning without me.

Your 24 hours are up.

Yeah. If you're okay.

I told you, I'm fine.

This was a crazy idea, Ade.

Oh?

I have never been so glad to be wrong.

Now go up there and own your set.

Yeah.

Hey, Ade,

um, thanks for looking out for me.

Of course.

Hey, um, I'll buy the rest of your stash.

These are my last ten.

Hi.

Hey, Silver, I was just dropping off

some new footage for you to edit,

and don't stay out too late.

I'm gonna need you sharp for tomorrow.

More fake single moms?

I saw the actress you hired, at the party.

Silver, Silver, I can explain.

People believe you,

they trust you, and
if this is all a lie...

Every single word

- that woman said on camera was true.
- No.

I met a single mom at a town hall meeting.

I helped her get a job,

I helped her get back on her feet.

She just wasn't
comfortable being on camera,

so she gave us permission
to use her story.

The message was too
important not to be told.

Silver, I'm one of the good guys.

You just have to trust me.

In a political campaign,

yeah, maybe the almost truth is enough,

but in my life it's not.

Naomi had a point.

Maybe I should show a little ankle.

I don't know, looks like
you got somebody's attention.

And I think I'm gonna get myself a drink.

Patrick, what are you doing here,

dressed like you're about to go

over Niagara Falls?

I'm coming to you as a man with nothing.

If money is an issue with you,

I am never going to let
it come between us again.

Well, that is... really, really sweet,

but I'm just not sure that's possible.

Annie, look, I can't change who I am.

I'm a rich guy, I own things.

Sometimes I forget I
don't own people, too.

I know we met in a way

that makes you uncomfortable, but...

I really like you, and
if you feel the same way,

maybe we could give it another shot.

No more me being at your beck and call,

just two people living their lives?

Deal... just not the
kind that involves money.

What do you say I ditch the barrel, huh?

I... I'm getting splinters in places

a man shouldn't get splinters.

Let's get out of here.

And how about I buy you a cup of coffee

and maybe some tweezers?

You didn't wear a costume?

Sure I did.

I'm dressed as a bar
owner having a slow night.

Liam, you're doing a really
good job with the bar,

but if you need extra money...

Okay, I know modeling is kind of like

wearing a costume to a party,

it is so not Liam,

but if being the face of
Ab Man could help the bar,

why not do it?

Because I don't want to be famous.

I don't want every part of my
life to be open to the public.

Look what happened to you.

I mean, weird guys following
you around with cameras.

That's a messed up way to live.

Yeah, well, fame created problems for me

because I didn't know how to handled it.

You're not me.

And the fact that you don't want it

probably means you're going to be okay.

Take the modeling campaign.

Hey, hey, Ab Man cometh.

No, I didn't get the job.

The photographer said I was
missing this guy's magic.

My magic? Yeah, I know,

I couldn't believe it either
because, let's face it,

we all know I'm pretty damn magical.

Watch this.

Ladies...

can you believe somebody
said this body wasn't magic?

Thank you. Now...

you got nothing on me, buddy.

Uh-oh. I sense an ab showdown.

Let's see that body.

Uh, no. He's your clear champ.

Aw, he's being shy.

How cute.

Now show what yo mama gave you.

See, fame doesn't have to be a bad thing.

Show your abs.

It can even be fun.

Show your abs. Show your abs.

Show your abs. Show your abs.

Show your abs.

The ab champion of the world.

All right, everyone,
in the next few minutes,

the contest is going to end

and we'll find out who won best party,

but before we that, I bring you...

Carnivale!

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Naomi might be as stubborn as a mule,

but she sure can throw a party.

Yeah, well, she's probably trying

to make people forget that video.

What video?

I think you need to go
to the confessional booth

and see what she left for you.

... five, four, three, two, one.

Okay, well, that was...

really interesting.

Thank you everyone for coming out

to the greatest party in school history.

Dean Thomas.

Um...

I assume you want to be the
first to congratulate me.

I'm shutting your party down.

I just won the school
a $50,000 scholarship.

You should be declaring
this Naomi Clark Day,

not shutting us down.

Your Carnivale parade
featured open flames,

unpermitted exotic animals,

nudity for days.

And all of it strictly forbidden
at university functions.

And I'm just grateful that Holly here

alerted me to these violations.

Well, that's really great of Holly,

considering those
violations were her idea.

Naomi, come on. You were
in charge of the party.

You had me kicked out.

In light of your previous
disciplinary issues, Miss Clark,

I have no choice but to remove
you as Greek Chairperson.

- But, Dean...
- Holly is back in charge of the Greek Council.

Thank you, Dean.

And thank you for asking me
to co-chair the party with you.

You were right.

It was a perfect opportunity for revenge.

I hope you know this isn't over.

Actually, I think it is.

Austin, no. I can't
deal with you right now.

I saw your video.

And what? Now you want
to pile it all on, too?

I hope you know I didn't
mean anything that I said.

I think you're a rude,
smart-ass hillbilly who...

The other location fell
through, but don't worry.

The cars will be gone by morning.

No, stay as long as you want.

Help you unload the truck.

Oh, no, no. Navid.

You've done enough.

Uncle Amal, I told you,
I'm really sorry, okay?

I was upset, and I
overreacted, but you were right.

This is about business.

And I really need the money.

Please... just let me back in.

Navid, listen to me.

Do you know why I'm still here,

and your father is hiding in Switzerland?

Because he trusted you, his son.

I am more careful when it
comes to who I do business with.

I cannot trust anyone unless I
know where their loyalties lie.

You lied to me.

Silver, you got to get out of here.

I'm not going anywhere. I...

I love you,

and I trusted you, and whatever

you're trying to do, I deserve
to know the whole truth,

not just the version you want me to know.

Oh, you want the truth?

The truth is, it was a huge
mistake listening to you.

And I'm going to do what my uncle wants

because family comes first, okay?

Family always come first.

And if the truth is too
hard for you to handle,

maybe you and I don't belong together.

Navid?

I could use your help
with the cars after all.

And maybe some other things, too.

Hey.

Sending party pictures to Raj?

Yes, but I don't have
any of him in costume,

so, guess he'll just have
to come as a cancer survivor.

Who's that?

Oh, that's, um, nobody.
Just my photography teacher.

He was trying to show me something.

Hmm. He's doing a good job.

- Pictures keep getting better.
- Thanks.

Naomi.

The guys just took out the trash.

I'll let them know they forgot you.

Wait. Do you hear that?

A backup dancer from 1993 is calling.

She wants her skirt back.

You know, despite my
overwhelming urge to crush you,

I've got to tell you, I heard you say

in the confessional that you
don't want your heart broken?

But you can pretty much count on it.

You're just a girl Austin's sleeping with.

You'll never be his girlfriend

because Austin doesn't have girlfriends.

See you around, Naomi.