Beverly Hills, 90210 (1990–2000): Season 6, Episode 7 - Violated - full transcript

So now it's Buzz Magazine?

Yeah. Buzz off.

Are you sure I can't interest
you in this cup of coffee?

No strings attached.

No, thanks.

Okay, 'cause...

there's a string attached.

Have a nice day.

It's a letter for Toni.

I want you to give it to her.

I'm not giving her
anything from you.



Bruno, I never meant
to hurt her. I...

Just give this to her.

Why should I?

Because you care about her.

You care about her
as much as I do.

If you want,
you can read it yourself.

Let it be, McKay.

Just scram before
she comes out of class.

Tell me something.

What's more important to you...
love or vengeance?

Keeping Toni or
destroying her father?

Advertising is sex,
and sex is advertising.

Now, I know you've all seen

a million beer
and soda commercials,



and you know
they're not gonna get

some professorial guy like me
to stand here at a lectern

and recite the merits
of a particular drink.

Of course not.

They're gonna get
a gorgeous girl like this,

and they're gonna
put her in a bikini,

sit her by the pool,

as she sensually
sips her drink,

licking her lips in delight.

Yes?

Professor Haywood,
just because it sells,

it doesn't make it right.

I mean, you're talking
about the exploitation of women,

and I find it offensive.

Well, I'm sorry, Ms. Keats,

I didn't mean
to offend you personally,

but this is a class
in marketing, not ethics.

And frankly,

sex sells.

Ooh! I hate that guy.

Then why'd you take the class?

I don't know...
the way it's going,

I'm never gonna get a
decent grade from him.

You want to grab some lunch?

No, actually, I'm gonna
catch up with Professor Haywood

and apologize for
being late for class.

Show some cleavage,
you might get an "A."

There's nothing wrong with
being nice to a teacher.

Uh, Professor Haywood?

Excuse me, uh, Valerie Malone.

Oh, yes, the little distracter
from this morning.

Yeah, I'm really sorry
about that.

It-it won't happen again.

Humility is very becoming,
Ms. Malone.

- You're forgiven.
- Thanks.

Since I have you here...

Do you have any idea when
we'll get our midterms back?

Don't be so eager. You might
not like the grade I give you.

Well, I really got
into the project.

Actually, I modeled my campaign
after the business I run.

Well, great, then I'm sure
you'll do very well. Excuse me.

Well, I hope so.

I really love that class.

Well, you know, in that case,

this may be
of some value to you.

I'm giving a lecture
this afternoon

for some local
business executives,

and I'll be addressing
some of the topics

we've been covering in class.

You might get something
out of this.

That would be great.

Um, where is it being held?

Century Plaza Hotel...
the small meeting room

next to the lobby, about 4:00.

I can do that.

Good.

You know, I have to say this.

You smell terrific.
What are you wearing?

It's called Invitation.

Everything does come down
to marketing, doesn't it?

Yeah. Thanks.

You're welcome.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Bye.

I can't believe
you made second cut.

You might actually make
it to the Rose Court.

Yeah, well, I can't
believe it either.

My next interview's tomorrow.

- I just wish I could get more
up for it. - Why? What's wrong?

I have to meet Ray tonight
at the Peach Pit.

- Ugh. - You know,
every time I think of him,

it just brings me down.

- So cancel.
- I can't.

I have his songwriting book;
I said I'd return it.

I'll take it back for you.

Or why don't you just ask Nat?

He's expecting me.

I mean, I at least
owe him that, right?

Sanders alert.

Don't let Steve see me.

I thought things
were working out

- for you guys.
- Yeah, they are, but, um,

now he wants to know if he
should get a hotel room.

Well, I mean, if you don't
want to, just tell him no.

I'm just, I don't know.
I'm just nervous.

I don't think he's ready
for the kind of relationship

I want this time around.

The whole thing's
giving me a migraine.

Well, you don't have to tell me.

Sex is one big headache.

And not that I'd know.

I saw Dylan today.

He gave me a letter for you.

You should read it.

I don't want to read it, okay?

Maybe it'll help get him
out of your system.

Toni, I'm sure
I'm the last person

you want to hear from
right now,

but I couldn't stop myself.

Whatever it is
between your father and me

had nothing to do
with the way I feel about you.

You're an incredible woman.

I know you'll find happiness

with someone who deserves you
a hell of a lot more than I do.

Love, Dylan.

Here you go, Brandon.

A grilled cheese sandwich
just like your mother made.

Ah, thanks, Nat, but I think

she's making it
mu shu style about now.

Yeah, that wouldn't surprise me.

She did send me a wok
for my birthday.

So, uh, you think

the folks'll be back home
for the holidays?

Thanksgiving, no;
Christmas, maybe.

That'd be great.

Don't worry, Steve.
They won't evict you.

That's not my problem.

Ah, did you get dumped again?

No.

Ah, sorry.

Could we get back
to my problem now?

What do you think
of the De La Mer Hotel?

Classy, but I think Clare is
more the mirrored-ceiling type.

I think so, too, but
I don't want to be too obvious.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Well, between you and me,
I'm having a little trouble

imagining myself waking up
with her in the morning.

You may have to chew
your arm off to escape.

Won't be the first time
I stepped in a bear trap.

So take it slow.
Nothing wrong with that.

Is that what you did with Susan?

Hey, my first morning
with Susan was a bitch.

She had me
make her bed three times.

Long story.

Well, do you regret it?

Hi, Kel. How's it going?

Hey, guys.
I don't mean to interrupt,

but I was just wanting
to make sure

that you're both coming
to Colin's opening.

- Absolutely.
- That's the plan.

Good.

What were you talking about?

- Love.
- Sex.

Love.

Sex.

Love and sex.

Love and sex.

Think you invited enough

of your little friends?

Art is for the people.

This is an art opening,
not a bargain basement.

They're nice people, Claudia.

Right.

And Kelly, she's
very knowledgeable.

Right.
Like all your other

little side dishes.

Hey.

You don't have to insult her.

Why?

Are you getting
serious about her?

What if I am?

I just think too much
emotional involvement

would be bad for your work.

Let's concentrate
on the show, okay?

Well, thank you all very much.

I enjoyed this afternoon a lot.

I hope you'll invite me back.
Excuse me.

How'd I do?

Excellent.

Thanks for inviting me.
I learned so much.

Well, if this is something
you're really interested in,

it's never too early to make
the important contacts.

God, I love this business.

I could keep talking for hours.

- Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah, sure.

Great.

Okay.

When I was an account exec
on Madison Avenue,

I'll never forget working
on this doll account

that shall remain nameless.

Talk about sexual paranoia.

When they shot the commercials,

they actually made up
little towels

so the sexy little
plastic figure

wouldn't be naked during her
wardrobe changes on the set.

- You're kidding?
- No, I'm not.

They even had
a union worker on board

just to make sure
she never exposed

her anatomically incorrect
plastic breasts.

So, um, why did you
leave the business?

Oh, well, uh,
when my wife died,

I... kind of lost the drive.

And then this job came
along, and I thought,

what better way to pass on
my experience and knowledge

to a whole new crop
of brilliant ad men...

and women,

like yourself.

How about another drink?

Yeah, great. Thanks.

You know, Valerie,

I haven't mentioned this, but...

you actually remind me
a lot of Lily, my wife.

She was...

bright, beautiful, spunky.

You miss her.

Yeah, every day.

And every night.

I'm sorry.

In fact, she used
to come with me

to these seminars
all the time.

You're the first woman
I've invited along since...

she's been gone.

Well, I'm honored.

So, um, do you think
I have a future in this game?

Oh, I read your midterm.

Your campaign is sensational.

It's terrific. Thank you.

- Wow. Thanks. - Well,
don't thank me. You wrote it.

Listen... how about instead of
having the next round down here,

we go up to my room?

Where we'll be more comfortable.

You have a room?

Sure. It comes with the deal.

I don't think so.

I wouldn't want anybody
to get the wrong idea.

Valerie, relax.

I promise to be discreet.

You have nothing to worry about.

No, I think I do,
Professor Haywood.

You're coming on to me.

I'm glad you finally caught on.

I thought I was losing my touch.

Listen, um, I'm sorry.

I'm interested
in your class, not you.

Oh.

Pity.

Good-bye, Professor Haywood.

Good-bye, Ms. Malone.

Ugh.

Your noodles are looking
pretty rubbery there, Steve.

They're edible.

Uh-huh, and what about this?

That I think we're gonna have
to scrape off the burned part.

You know what,
I'm still waiting

for an answer about
tomorrow night from you.

The answer is "yes."

All right, should I book a room?

No, why don't you let me?

Don't trust my taste, huh?

It's not that.

It's just that first times
are important to me.

I don't want, you know, mirrors
on the ceiling or anything.

Hey, guys.

Dinner ready?

Yeah, have a seat.

Oh, yes, it is.

You're quite the homemaker,
Steve.

Yeah, better than I'll ever be.

Should I set a plate for Val?

She left a message saying

she was going to go to a seminar
with her marketing professor.

- You're kidding?
- No.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm in that class.

Professor Haywood is
a first-rate lech.

Hey, Val. I didn't think

you were gonna make it for chow.

- How was the seminar?
- Fine.

And how's Haywood?

Fine.

- Are you eating?
- No.

What's biting her?

I don't know.

Hey, Val...

Val, what's the matter?

Tell me something, Brandon.

Do I look particularly
trashy tonight?

What?

What I'm wearing.

- No.
- And my forehead?

Do I have the words
"I'm easy" written anywhere?

What happened to you
this afternoon?

I don't want to talk about it.

Val, come back in the kitchen,

have something to eat;
you'll feel better.

I'm not hungry.
Just tell them I'm beat.

I'm going to bed.

Was that my fault?

No, no, I don't think so.

Hey, Donna. Right on time.

I thought we were meeting
in the Peach Pit?

We were, but I had to
clean out my dressing room.

Don't tell me you're afraid
to be alone with me.

No, no, I'm not,
but I can't stay.

Look, you didn't come

all this way just
to give me my book.

Look, don't tell me why I came.

Don't get crazy
on me, all right?

Relax.

I made you a cup of coffee.

Please, sit down.

There you go.

So, uh, how's school going?

Good.

How's the album going?

Great.

Yeah, that's not what I heard.

Barbara Korman told my mom

that you canceled
your last three sessions.

Yeah, well, I had a sore throat.

I didn't really feel
much like singing.

- Ray, you can't do this to
yourself. - Well, it would help

if you would return my calls.

How can you cut me off
like this, Donna?

I need you now, more than ever.

I write my songs for you.

Yeah, well, you never wrote one
about throwing me around.

Donna, please.

Look Ray, we've been in

an abusive relationship.

I've been reading about it

and it's been like
looking in the mirror.

Look, I'm sorry about the past,
all right.

I can't change it.

But I haven't done anything
wrong in a long time.

Now what more do you
want me to do?

You can get help.

Why can't you remember
the incredible summer we had?

I do.

Do you know what
that's called in the book?

It's called
the "honeymoon period."

And I don't want to be around
when the honeymoon's over.

Oh, I get it.
So now, I'm the monster, huh?

Well, you built me up

so I guess it's only fitting
that you tear me down.

This is not my fault.

Yeah, right, you're blameless.

Enjoy your time alone, Donna.

You don't knock?

I did.

When you didn't answer,
I came around.

So, what, you've come
to give me my letter back?

No. This is for you
from Antonia.

But understand, it's the last
communication there'll be.

I understand.

I like you, Dylan.

I wish you luck.

Dear Dylan.

Meet me in the library tomorrow.

Hey.

I was hoping that you'd be here.

Was there ever any
doubt in your mind?

Not anymore.

What about your father?

I know he forbid you to see me.

Well, I'm not listening
to my father.

I'm listening to my heart.

Besides, he's out of town.

So, how much time do we have?

Forever, if you want it.

Do you mean that?

Yes, with all my soul.

Does Bruno know where you are?

Yeah.

He agreed because he doesn't
have my father to answer to.

I kind of ruined
your perfect life.

Yeah. You did.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Dylan, I've never been
in love like this before.

You have to stop
hating my father.

How can I do that?

I mean, how can I
after what he did?

No matter what
you think about my father,

he's still my father,
and I will always love him.

Please.

Dylan, he's all
the family I have left.

All right...

I surrender.

Good, fine, all right then,

I'll see you tomorrow.

Nothing like flying into
New York on a hot streak.

Some days the gods smile on us.

Let's swing by
and say good-bye to Antonia.

She's in class, sir.

I know, but I don't want
to leave town

without saying good-bye to her.

I wouldn't want you
to miss your flight.

We've got plenty of time.

You don't think
these pearls are too much?

No, they're perfect for the
little old lady from Pasadena.

Why am I doing this?

Because you were meant to ride
that float on New Year's Day.

Yeah, well, all those girls
have a better shot than I do.

If you want me to come, I will.

I'll drive you down there

and we can rehearse
your interview in the car.

Well, the theme of
this year's Rose Parade

is "Kids, Laughter and Dreams."

How hard can that be?

That depends.

Are you pro or con?

I'll be fine.

Besides, you're busy
with Colin's show.

Actually, I've kind of
been upstaged lately.

His art dealer Claudia's
been all over him.

Yeah, well, he has
to work with her, right?

That depends on your
definition of "work."

Oh. Don't trust him, Kel.
They all cheat.

No, not all of them.

Yeah, that's right.

Some cheat and beat.

What did you say?

Forget it.

Just don't let him hurt you.

Donna, has Ray ever hit you?

Not exactly.

I mean, he yelled.

He shoved.

He pushed.

He threw me
down the stairs once.

Oh, my God, I had no idea.

Yeah, well, I didn't fall down
those stairs in Palm Springs.

But don't worry about it.
It's all over now.

Donna, if anything like this
ever happens again,

you have to tell me.

I'm your friend.

I know.

I just... I thought
it would go away.

And Ray was so insecure
about fitting in,

I didn't want you to hate him.

You cannot go back to him.
He'll do it again.

I know that.

And since I had it out with him,

I've felt stronger than I have
in a long time.

Good.

Good for you.

That's my car.

What's Bruno doing here?

He knows I have
classes until 5:00.

Stop the car.

Hey, Daddy?

I... thought you were
on your way to New York.

Get in the car, Antonia.

No.

Look, Marchette,

I love your daughter.

Yeah, I'm sure you do,

but you can't have her.

Daddy, stop it.

The feud is over.

No, this conversation is over.

Get in the car, Antonia.

Get in the car
and come home with me now...

or don't come home at all.

Good-bye, Antonia.

Cover chapter 16:

"Subliminal Messages,"
for your weekend reading.

And before you go, take
with you your graded midterms.

Mr. Rudnick,

Ms. Harmon...

Ms. Keats.

Moment of truth.

Mr. Silver...

Ms. Malone...

Mr. Park...

Mr. Lin.

Ah...

Well?

Mr. Perkins,
Ms. Velez...

A "D"?

What did you get?

An "A."

This is unbelievable.

Ms. Rollins...

Excuse me, Professor Haywood?

Is there a problem?

Yeah, there's a big problem.

A "D"?

What happened to "terrific"?

What happened to "sensational"?

I'm sorry, I really can't
remember every paper I read,

but you're certainly welcome
to appeal your grade.

I have been known to give papers
a second chance.

I don't get it.
Your paper was great.

I mean, I would have thought
you'd get a gold star.

What's that supposed
to mean?

I guess being nice to the
teacher didn't pay off.

This isn't about being nice.

This guy's got it in for me.

Excuse me.

Here you go. Room 307.

Great. It's perfect.

I hope the flowers are
what you had in mind.

Exactly.

This is one of our finest rooms.

My girlfriend's
got great taste, huh?

Nah, she lucked out.

The National Police
Association's had this place

booked solid the whole week.

Really?
Well, I feel safer already.

Ice?
Room service?

No, no, thanks.

Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Uh, you know what?

I may need
some extra pillows later.

Right in the closet,
top shelf.

Can I get 'em for you?

- I'll take care of it.
- Okay.

"Pleasure Hut"?

Clare!

The demons of generosity,
buda-bing, buda-boom!

You've gotta talk to him,
Valerie.

I can't talk to him.

I can't believe
he gave you a "D"

'cause you wouldn't sleep
with him.

You know, I went
to the seminar with him.

I had a couple drinks.

You know, I acted like
his little groupie.

I mean, what did I expect?

You didn't do anything wrong.

I'm so sorry
I teased you about this.

Wait. The administration
has rules about this, right?

Yeah, Ethics Office.
Connie Shayes.

Report him.

- I'll go with you.
- Me, too.

No, I don't want

anybody knowing about this.

It's humiliating.

Val, relax, okay?

Just sit down and I'll get you
a cup of tea or something.

Would you talk to her, please?
Convince her?

Look, Haywood made a pass
at you,

and you turned him down, right?

Yeah.

And now he's using
his power to punish you.

That's sexual harassment,
Valerie.

It's illegal.

Look, there are things about me
that you don't know.

Things that
I'm not really proud of.

Look, that may be, all right?

But if you let him get away
with this, you're an accomplice.

Chances are you're
not the first girl

he did this to,
and you won't be the last.

Thanks.

So, have we made
any headway here?

Okay, I'll report him...

but you may not like me
when this is over.

Professor Haywood
propositioned you for sex?

Yes, and it wasn't subtle.

Did anyone see you together?

No.

But the worst part is just
because I didn't put out,

he gave me a "D"
on my midterm project.

Are you sure that's the reason
for the grade?

Oh, it's a great paper.

I mean, before any
of this happened,

he said it was the best
in his class.

I see.

Look, is there anything
you can do?

Well, it's gonna take some time,

but we will start
an investigation right away.

Now, are you sure
there isn't anybody

who can corroborate
what happened?

No, it was just the two of us.

Why were you alone with him
and off campus?

I knew this was gonna happen.

I'm the one who's gonna be
investigated, aren't I?

Now, look, we will have to talk
to people who know you

as well as people who know him.

Just... just forget
the whole thing.

Claudia, I didn't expect
to see you here.

I could say the same to you.

I just thought I'd stop by

and see if Colin needed a ride
to the gallery.

Well, he's already got one,
but thanks.

Is he here?

He's taking a shower.

You two worked pretty late.

Kelly, you're a smart girl.

Haven't you caught on yet?

I beg your pardon?

Here's the deal.

You can borrow Colin,
but I own him.

What was that?

We have an arrangement.

I fund his art,
and he's available to me...

for whatever I want,
whenever I want.

Claudia?

Grab me a clean towel?

Yes, love.

I thought you were married.

My husband's an older man

with far greater problems
than my marital infidelities.

Do us all a favor...

don't show up tonight.

Donna... Hey.

where's Kelly?

I don't know.

I've been stuck
in Pasadena all day.

Right.
How's that going?

Good, good, I think.
Did you ask Clare about Kelly?

Yeah, she hasn't seen her
either.

Oh, well, don't worry.

I mean, she wouldn't miss this
for the world.

Colin, Dena Morrisey
from the Getty Museum.

Excuse me.

- I gotta mingle.
- Okay.

I love Colin's work.

Isn't this fun?

No, actually,
I'm all kind of arted out.

We've been here,
like, 15 minutes.

So, what's polite, 16?

Why, what's your rush?

Well, I checked out
that hotel room

that you booked for us.

You got a lot of style, Arnold.

I'm glad you liked it.

While I was there,

I personally filled it
with flowers...

heavy on the lilies.

My favorite.

I scoped out
the vast video menu.

We can watch Moonstruck
if you like.

My favorite movie.

We could order some room
service: gazpacho, brownies.

You've done your homework.

I grilled Donna for details.

Well, you got everything right.

By the way, I left
a little surprise

in the room for you.

I think I found it.

Colin, what are you doing?

Calling Kelly.

Forget Kelly.
The L.A. Times is waiting.

She's late, and
I'm worried about her.

Colin, she's not coming.

What?

Kelly and I had a very
illuminating conversation

this afternoon.

- You told her about us?
- You wouldn't.

How much longer did you
expect me to let this go on?

I'm outta here.

The press is here.

You can't leave
your own opening.

Watch me.

I love hotels.

Check into a place like this,
live out all your fantasies.

Mm, these are so beautiful.

What are you looking for?

What are you doing?

I'm just looking for that little
surprise you left me.

Mm, it's not in there.

It's in here.

Professor Chee

called to tell me how pleased
he's been with your progress.

He slipped me

a copy of your latest test.

Congratulations. You got an "A."

I got an "A"?!

What are those?

It's the little surprise
you left me.

This was my surprise.

You brought handcuffs

for our romantic evening?
Are you sick?!

I didn't bring this stuff here.

Admit it, Clare.
You're the one who stashed it!

Yeah, I stashed it

considering there's a police
convention in the hotel.

You think maybe they use
some of this stuff

on their off-duty hours?

You know, I actually thought

we were ready
for a mature relationship.

Obviously, you're...
incapable of that.

Wait a second, before you get

all self-righteous on me,

I happen to know for a fact
that a lot of your past

relationships
involved handcuffs.

Who told you that?

Well, I don't want to mention
any names,

but it makes perfect sense to me

that all this stuff
could have been left by someone

as kinkified as you.

Kinkified? That's it.

I'm outta here.

Come on, Keats.
It's time to go.

You work too hard.

I'm onto something
with this Haywood thing.

There's dirt here.
I can smell it.

I've just got to dig
a little deeper.

Okay, I'll bite.
What've you got?

A list of phone numbers.

A list of phone numbers?
That's nice.

You got a quote from Valerie?

No. She won't go public.

- I've been begging her all day.
- Then stay away from the story.

Brandon, from what
I've got so far,

this thing goes way
beyond Valerie.

I thought you had
something to do tonight?

Let's see, my ex-girlfriend's
new boyfriend's show,

and I have to go stag?

I don't think so.

Give me half your phone list.

You're going to help me?

I just want to see for myself

what you really have.

Be my guest.

No, no, don't turn it off.
It's beautiful.

The gallery opening started
a half hour ago.

We're already late.

That's okay.

I don't feel like
going anyway.

I'm not in the mood
to be charming tonight.

All right, then we'll
just hang out here.

That feels great.

Good. Enjoy it.

Don't go anywhere.

Hello.

David, it's Brandon.

I'm looking for Valerie.
Is she there?

Oh, yeah, she's right here.

It's Brandon.

He's been looking
all over for you.

Hey, Brandon.

Are you at the art gallery?

No, we're still at the newsroom.

Susan asked me to call.

Is this about Haywood?

Yeah.

She's been investigating him.

Look, I know all about it.

I have nothing to say.

Listen Val, I've been
getting into this too

and you may want to reconsider
going on the record because...

Absolutely not.

You know I wish

I'd never told any
of you about this.

Just back off.

Okay, if that's
the way you feel,

but Val, with you
or without you,

there's too much story here
to let this die.

Just don't make me
a part of it, okay?

Okay, you got it.

Thanks, Brandon.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, later.

She said no.

I got that.

I don't understand
why you're backing off.

Because I don't want to be
raked over the coals.

So what? You're tough.

David, do you really
want to hear

what a slut I am?

'Cause that's going
to be Haywood's defense.

Look, Val, I don't care
what anyone says, okay?

I'm gonna stand by you
like you stood by me,

whether you go through
with this or not.

Okay?

Listen, David,

do me a favor.

Anything.

Promise me that you
won't get impatient

if I want to take
this relationship slow.

I promise.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Shouldn't you be kissing up
to art dealers and reviewers,

not to mention Claudia?

I blew it all off.

Probably set my career
back for years.

Impressive.

Good night.

Kelly, please.

There's things you need to hear.

I've heard everything
I need to hear,

all right?

Just get off my property.

Forget my number.
Get out of my life.

Let me explain about Claudia.

What is it? Do you love her?

No.

It was just a deal
for my career.

It was in place
long before I met you.

It's just business.

She means nothing to me.

That is very sad.

Look, I'm going to break it off
with her for good.

And then what?

Find a West Coast version
of Claudia?

Who's going to be

your sugar mama then?

Who's going to pay
for your loft?

I'll get a job.

I'll believe that when I see it.

Try to understand, Kelly.

It's the price I had to pay
to concentrate on my art.

You're not an artist.

You're a whore.

And I would have more respect
for you

if you were sweeping floors.

Professor Haywood?

What do you want?

To make peace.

I was hoping that we could come
to a private understanding

about what happened,

and you'd reconsider giving me
the grade I deserve.

Private?

I don't think reporting me
to the Ethics Office

qualifies as private, do you?

- They called you?
- No. I got a call

from the Condor editor.

She's already working
on an article all about me.

But know this: you're the one
who's going to suffer.

I didn't do anything.

Well, I welcome a hearing.

I want people to hear
every detail

about the skimpy little outfits
you wear to class.

And the way you flirt with me,

suggesting
what you might do for me

if I give you the right grade.

You came on to me, Professor.

Says the little strumpet.

Believe me,

you are going to be humiliated.

That's right, Dean Whitmore,
We think so. too.

And I'm glad we agree.

Well, you're welcome to come
over and discuss it...

Valerie, oh, God, I've been
looking all over for you.

- Susan called Haywood. - I know.
I just came from his office.

But I didn't mention your name.

Listen, I don't care anymore.
I just want to get this guy.

Get your tape recorder out.

I'm talking, whether anybody
believes me or not.

Something tells me they will.

Why's that?

Because we've been on
the phone all night,

digging into this story.

And at about 1:00 a.m.,

a whole lot of people
came out of the woodwork.

Come in and see for yourself.

All these women are former
students of Haywood's.

He tried the same thing on them.

Everybody, this is
Valerie Malone.

She's the one
who got this ball rolling.

Good for you.

Did he say that you reminded
him of his late wife?

He said that to you, too?

He said that to all of us.

And now we're going on record.

Connie Shayes is on her way down

to take statements
from everybody.

And I just got off the phone

with Dean Whitmore.

The university has had it
with Professor Haywood.

They're going to demand

for his resignation today.

So by the time this story
is published tomorrow,

it's going to have
a happy ending.

You guys are amazing.

Power of the press.

I hope you're not crying
about yesterday.

No, I'm not.

It's today I'm worried about.

And the next day,
and the next day.

I'm scared, Dylan.

I have the most empty
feeling inside of me.

Nothing's ever gonna
be the same, is it?

Probably not.

As long as I have you,
I don't care.

Well, I promise

that I will never let
anyone or anything

hurt you as long as I live.