Deception (2013): Season 1, Episode 5 - Why Wait - full transcript

Vivian Bowers was found dead

in a motel room early this morning.

Vivian's contact is Ben Preswick.

We get him and we've got everything.

I think we should see where this goes.

You know what?

We'll probably be sorrier
before this whole thing is over,

so why don't you just get going?

- Mia is Vivian's daughter.
- She deserves to know!

Don't you dare tell her.

Have you managed to iron out



your miracle drug's
inconvenient fatal flaws?

Huh? Gah!

Don't you ever...

come near my family, ever again!

You thought I could've murdered

my own sister, Joanna.

I'm covering the Vivian Bowers murder

for a celebrity magazine.

Trying to find out who her baby daddy was.

Look!

I came to help. I'm a cop.

So you attacked Edward Bowers

then you used his parking pass

to break into Bowers Pharmaceuticals.



What were you going for?

Hey! Listen to me, Ben Preswick!

What are we at, hour six?

I feel great.

I can do this for another six hours, easy.

Well, I can't.

Ben, none of us wanna be here.

You know what, I don't
even wanna be in this city.

I'm a San Francisco narcotics
detective here on special detail.

And that's to find out
who killed my best friend.

Can I speak to you outside, please?

So I'm not leaving here
until you start talking.

You're that Joanna?

The one she grew up with?

Yeah.

I'm that Joanna.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

What? What wasn't supposed to happen?

None of it.

She wasn't supposed to get killed.

All right, we still need

a plastic surgery shocker sidebar.

- We're working on it, Darcy.
- I just struck gold.

Meet Buffy Franso.

She has our next Vivian
Bowers cover story.

You know, I'm very close
with Dominick Dunne.

What's happening here?

Buffy used to be best
friends with Catherine Bowers,

Robert Bowers' first wife.

She was an angel.

So Catherine dies tragically, or whatever,

and Sofia swoops in and
banishes poor Buffy here.

Somebody better screw or
die in this story pretty soon

or I'm gonna lose my mind.

So Buffy doesn't see Robert and Sofia

- for years, right, Buffy?
- Right.

Until she runs into them
at a dude ranch in Montana.

Guess when this picture was taken.

A week before Sofia
gave birth to Mia Bowers.

Does Sofia look pregnant to you?

Well, then who is Mia's bio mother?

[Rock playing, knocking on door]

I got your gown for tonight.

You're gonna look so
beautiful, I cannot stand it.

Well, coming from my
mom, that means a lot.

Hey, I'm nothing if not honest.

You're gonna have so many men after you.

Mom, I'm seeing somebody.

Oh, Mia. Is it serious now?

Well... he's a lucky boy.

Oh, gosh. Mom!

Oh, my...

[Giggles]

Oh, everything is so stupid
and embarrassing, I know.

Here, I have something for you.

- What is it?
- Open it up.

Mom, these are beautiful.

My grandmother gave them to me.

They're as unique as you are, honey.

[Laughs]

I'm so proud of you.

You're the best thing I ever did.

[Laughs]

I love them.

And I love you.

Are you saying that Vivian
Bowers is Mia's mother?

Knocked up at 16.

That girl never stood a chance.

And Sofia and Robert Bowers lied to her

- and raised Mia as their own.
- Yes.

And Mia Bowers has absolutely no idea.

None.

Did I oversell?

Not even a little.

Call graphics.

We need a new cover.

[Laughs]

[Mysterious music]

I was in Thailand

working for Bowers pharmaceuticals

as a med tech.

We were running a trial on a
new cancer drug called lyritrol.

- How did it go?
- Depends who you ask.

1,200 patients.

Acceptable loss on a trial that size is...

one or two deaths at most.

There were 27.

Then what?

I got transferred back to New York,

started working in R&D.

That's when I met Vivian.

A few months later, I
saw a report on the...

[Sigh] lyritrol trial.

It said there were only two deaths.

And you took this to Vivian?

We tried to find original reports,

but they were all gone.

What we did find...

was a list of payoffs to
the dead patients' families.

- Where is this list now?
- Vivian had it.

It disappeared the night she died.

Then we caught you breaking into Bowers

to pull the payoff
spreadsheets from the mainframe.

Yeah. They're on an offline
server in accounting.

Um, you don't have a server like that

unless you're trying to hide something.

Anybody else know about this?

Edward Bowers.

So do you think he had her killed?

He was the only one who knew,

and now she's dead.

He put me in a safe house,
told me he'd help me.

And then the feds bust in.

Will you excuse us for a minute?

Hey, look.

Next time you decide to blow your cover,

would you like to talk about this first?

I had to. We weren't getting anywhere.

And besides, it worked.

Look, everything is pointing to Edward.

My money's still on your boyfriend,

the sister-puncher.

How long you gonna be mad at me?

I don't know. What month is it now?

Can I see you guys in my office, please?

People are talking.

I don't know what is going
on between the two of you,

and I don't wanna know.

I just want it to stop.

Take the feelings and shelve them.

Can the two of you do that?

- Yes.
- Yes, sir.

Okay.

So what's next?

I can go to Bowers,
have Ben walk me through

where to find the files
he was looking for.

Ben says the files prove
there was a cover-up.

And that Edward Bowers was a part of it.

Then go get me Edward Bowers.

Couldn't we have left the
balloons at the hospital?

The girls wanted to see
you liked their present.

You up for Mia's cotillion tonight?

I know she'd love to see you there.

What? No. Maybe, I don't know.

Any news from the police?

The guy who stole your car

used your I.D. to break into Bowers.

What? Did they arrest him?

I talked to the New York cops,

of course they gave me the runaround.

Finally said he got away.

Where did they find him?
What was he doing?

He was in the computer room.

What's the matter?

Ed, what's going on with you?

Take me to the office.
I gotta go to the office.

Come on.

Let's take a right here, let's go.

Sam, what the hell?

Tell me what's happening. I'm not stupid.

Vivian was murdered, right?
Some guy breaks into our house.

Obviously, something's going on with you.

I don't have the time for this, all right?

- Just gimme the keys.
- No, no.

No. No, I'm not going anywhere.

Gimme the keys, Samantha.

- Ed! Come on!
- Come on.

I have to go to the
office. Just gimme the keys!

You know what? Stop it!

So this guy Ben was Vivian's boyfriend,

and he worked for Bowers.

Yeah. They had a plan...

to go to the media, and
they came to me for help.

I told them to wait to
make sure it was true.

I was looking out for the family.

You're still looking out for the family.

Did you throw the keys to the Escalade

all the way to the reservoir or what?

I should've driven the freakin' Escalade

all the way into the reservoir.

[Sighs]

So this is why Vivian
was murdered, isn't it?

I don't know.

This is Vivian we're talking about.

Could've been her drug dealer or...

some random guy she picked up.

Do you believe that?

No, but I can't face the alternative.

That somehow my father...

Ed, you have to go to the police.

- [Scoffs]
- You have to.

The police think I killed Vivian.

Everybody thinks I'm a murderer.

I don't.

Why didn't you tell me all
this when it was happening?

Because I was trying to
protect the girls and you.

Because I've put you through
enough Bowers family hell.

I don't know, Sam. I... I... I'm...

feeling a little paralyzed.

You do know what to do.

Look, use your eyes.

Finish what Vivian started,

find out what Ben was
looking at on that server.

And whatever that truth
is... we'll deal with it.

Yeah, well, soon as AAA shows up,

I'll get right on that.

They're right by your foot.

Sweet.

Excuse me, can I get my check, please?

Uh, the gentleman took care of it already.

Audrey Cruz.

Julian Bowers.

Don't suppose this is a coincidence.

No. You look...

I wasn't prepared for how good you look.

Congratulations on lyritrol.

I mean it. You should be proud.

Is that why you're trying

to help our competitors beat us to market?

I'm a consultant, a hired gun.

I go where the money is.
And you know I like to win.

I actually took it as a huge compliment

that Kirschner-Sims
hired you to run Xyrix.

It showed us how scared they were.

Not that it matters.

We're gonna beat you to
market by three months.

I'm not gonna give you anything.

I don't want any.

Okay, I did...

when I hatched this plan.

But, honestly, it seems the only
thing important right now is...

how good it is to see you.

It's been a long time.

Since I left your father's company

or since you cheated
on me with that dancer?

That was in retaliation
for the hedge fund guy.

He wore a bow tie, Aud.

A bow tie. [Laughing]

It hurt.

I guess we were both young and stupid.

I wonder how different it would be now.

This was inappropriate. I should go.

But, uh, it really was good to see you.

Julian.

You're gonna find out
in a few days anyway.

Xyrix was put on the FDA
fast track this morning.

That's what they get
for hiring the big guns.

[Stock news report on tv]

I just heard that the
FDA is fast-tracking Xyrix

and we are still on hold.

I thought you talked to Haverstock.

I'm afraid we can't count on him.

You said everything went well.

- Did for me.
- What is that supposed to mean?

I hit him. He had it coming.

[Tv turns off]

Wow.

Thanks, dad, 'cause we have to launch

by the end of next quarter.

Kirschner-Sims has just leapfrogged us.

Okay, where exactly did you hear that?

I ran into Audrey Cruz.

- Audrey Cruz.
- Yeah.

She's fantastic.

Can we get her?

She could fix this for us.

She'd know how to get around Haverstock.

She's running Xyrix.

Well, let's throw money at her.

I can be persuasive.

Bring her to the cotillion.

[Phone ringing]

My lawyer.

Hey, Warren, what is it?

Julian, we'll talk about this later.

Julian.

Give me five minutes, okay?

I feel really bad about the other night.

I'd love to stay and chat.

I just have a couple murders to commit.

Wow. Are those real?

Yeah, my mom gave them to me.

Are they a bribe or something?

What? No.

We've actually been getting
along really well recently.

Yeah, yeah. No, I can see why.

All right.

I better get ready for tonight.

You want me to come with?

Are you being ironic? Because it's a ball.

Well, sometimes it's fun
to go to things like that

and just make fun of them.

[Laughing]

Well, I'm not doing it ironically.

Well, maybe a little bit,

but it's important to my mom, so...

Okay, then I'll take it seriously.

Oh, no, this thing has been
planned since like birth.

You can't just, like, decide
that you wanna go last minute.

Since when do you care about the rules?

Obviously I don't care
about the rules, but...

- Okay, hey.
- Just...

What is it?

Um...

I guess I didn't really
want you to wanna come.

If that makes any sense.

No, I get it.

I'm the guy that you piss
off your parents with.

No, it doesn't have anything
to do with my parents.

Um, I'll see you later.

Enjoy the necklace.

Whew.

What are you doing home?

The cotillion's not for
another five hours.

[Sighs] Warren Mathers got a call

from a tabloid.

Fame Junkie.

They know we are not Mia's birth parents.

What?

They're running a story tomorrow

- saying Vivian's her mother.
- Oh, no!

No, they can't.

I've been in with legal
since I got the call.

If they're not lying, you can't sue them.

Whose trash did these raccoons
go through to figure this out?

Well, that doesn't matter now.
We've gotta deal with this.

No.

Let's beat the bastards to it.

Let's tell her ourselves it's time.

- She can handle it.
- No.

No!

Not yet. Not tonight.

Fix it, Robert.

Buy the rag, do whatever you have to do.

Because if this happens,

she'll want to know who her father is.

Thank you so much doctors.
We'll be in touch very soon.

Frank! Great meeting.

They were like goldfish.

Devouring everything we could feed them.

A month from now, every doctor out there

is gonna be talking about Xyrix.

No one's gonna remember

if lyritrol is a cancer
drug or a wrinkle cream.

We need to talk.

You okay?

Julian Bowers asked me to
his sister's coming out ball.

You said yes, right?

He tried to hire me to
help out with lyritrol.

- [Laughs] I love it.
- I don't.

Why aren't you enjoying

the fact that you're
the best at what you do?

Look, I'm glad to help your drug Xyrix

beat Bowers to market first,

but Robert Bowers gave me my first job.

- This isn't easy.
- Oh, come on, Audrey.

Robert Bowers would
sell you for body parts

if he thought it could
move a few more aspirin.

Go.

Watch for the panic in their eyes

to know that it's there because of you.

It's all part of the game, Audrey.

Enjoy it.

I've got some pictures for.

Oh, that won't be necessary,
there is no Mia Bowers story.

Whoa, what?

Corporate had some legal issues.

We're not walking away from this, Darcy.

Mr. Bowers has agreed to
give us an exclusive interview

with the family, sharing
memories of Vivian.

We'd like you to be the
one asking the questions.

Okay. Great.

Let's start with, "how much did
he pay you to dump my story?"

- Now you're crossing a line.
- It's kind of my job...

you gutless cow.

You're done.

Get the hell outta here.

Okay, Joanna, Ben's with
me and we're standing by.

Let us know when you're
ready to go on your side too.

Hey. I have Robert's I.D.

I'm ready to find that payoff list.

Ben, you better be right about this.

Hey!

Your family chooses to
live in the spotlight.

It's not my fault if they get burned.

She's a 16-year-old girl.

She's a news story.

You sad little cipher...

with your third-rate J-school diploma.

Why don't you just get back
on whatever bus brought you

to my city?

You think you're Bob Woodward?

The work you do is meaningless.

The life you live is meaningless.

You should get out of my
way. I have eyes everywhere.

And... don't even think about
taking this story anyplace else.

I'd kill you before I'd let you

turn this sweet child's life upside down

to advance your pathetic
excuse for a career.

[Phone ringing]

- Hey!
- Hi, Joanna.

My meeting wrapped up

and I'm heading back to the office.

Should be there in a few.
[Phone beeps off]

Great, Robert's on his
way, let's do this fast.

Okay.

Head down the hall to the bullpen.

You'll see a couple of terminals.

[Beeping]

All right.

[Computer beeps] Okay, I'm in.

Go to a file called "Asia
and Pacific outflows."

I'm sorry, Mr. Bowers,

but building security has asked

that everyone present their I.D.

[Mumbling]

[Computer beeps]

There's like 20 different
lyritrol files... which one?

- Okay, the... I know.
- Come on, let's go.

The name of the file that you want, um...

- Ben...
- It's, uh...

- The folder, um...
- Ben.

[Elevator dings]

Come on! Uh, I know, I know!

It's called "lyritrol trial patients."

It's the second quarter of 2012.

It should be right there.

There's no second quarter. It's not here.

No, no, no. It's gotta
be there, look again.

It's gotta be there.

We have every year except for 2012.

It's gotta be there. Look again.

It's not here, I'm telling you!

Have you seen Joanna?

No, I haven't, Mr. Bowers.

- You said it was there.
- Well, then someone took it.

I don't know, maybe it was Edward.

[Phone ringing] Does this file even exist?

Yes, I swear! Okay?

Damn! It's Robert, he's back.

Okay, look. Just get outta there, go!

[Exhales]

The I.T. guy showed me
what Ben was going for.

I took it off the server completely,

but I have no idea what it means.

Is there anybody you can ask?

Yeah, Ben Preswick.

The cops said he got away.

Apparently, he didn't get
anything off the server.

Must've been interrupted.

He didn't get away.

The cops don't have him, the FBI does.

He's in a box, answering
questions about me.

Be careful.

Yeah, well, that hasn't
been working so far.

Joanna, I've been calling you.

Where have you been? I gotta find my I.D.

I know it was here somewhere.

Uh, let me check.

Security guys usually
just wave me through.

But now with this break-in,
they want everyone to carry I.D.

Oh! [Laughs] Got it.

Oh.

Something wrong?

I looked in that drawer.

Hmm.

The file wasn't there, Ben.

- Edward probably took it off.
- Right. Edward.

Guy sure gets around, doesn't he?

Meanwhile, all these unreported
deaths you keep talking about...

you got no witness, no photo.

I mean, you know what this is
starting to look like, right?

No. What are you talking about?

He's talking about maybe
you killed Vivian.

Maybe all this lyritrol
stuff is a made-up story

to get her in bed.

And then she got pregnant.

- And then you got scared.
- Oh, my God.

Where were you the night that Vivian died?

- You gotta be kidding me?
- No.

I mean, you sure look like

you're carrying a lotta guilt around.

Because she never would've been murdered

if I didn't tell her about lyritrol.

Uh-huh. And what about your relationship?

Hmm? Did you guys fight?

She fought with everyone.

I didn't kill her, I swear.

We hear that a lot, Ben.

Excuse us. She loved me, and I loved her.

If you killed your girlfriend,

why hang around in a safe
house for three weeks?

Why not just get outta town?

If you were Edward Bowers
and you killed your sister

so that you could protect your company,

why not kill the other
guy who knew about it?

Why stick him in a safe house?

I don't know.

The Edward Bowers pieces don't add up.

[Sighs]

[Indistinct chatter]

Oh, sir...

Yes, it's me. Edward Bowers.

I'm looking for special agent will moreno.

Oh!

There he is. How's the case going?

Find any new suspects,
or is it still just me?

We're looking at a number of suspects,

but I still like you the best.

Great.

Arrest somebody for bashing me in the head

and breaking into my family's company?

- We're looking at a few people.
- Any of them Ben Preswick?

What do you know about Ben Preswick?

He's here, right?

That's none of your business, Edward.

[Laughs]

Well, I'd really, really
like to talk to him.

Okay.

What would you like to talk to him about?

That's between me and Ben Preswick.

Then the answer is no. He's not here.

But if you're in the mood to talk,

you can talk to me.

Not tonight.

Tell Ben to give me a
call when he gets out.

Right.

Sir?

Nichole Frishette is here to see you.

Of course she is. Take me to her.

If you see this guy, call that number.

There'll be another 500 for you.

What happened to Remy Colville?

- Can you tone it down?
- I used to work with Remy.

I have his notebooks.

One minute he's doing a
story about the Bowers,

and the next he's dead.

Let's talk in private, please.

I'm not gonna end up like Remy, I'm not.

Remy's death is under investigation.

His death is under investigation, really?

I just tried to publish
a story about Mia Bowers.

Her real mother isn't Sofia, it's Vivian.

- How'd you find that out?
- 'Cause that's what I do!

And then Robert Bowers
showed up at my work,

got me fired, and threatened to kill me.

He killed Remy, didn't he?

Look.

I can't tell you anything, all right?

But my advice to you, as a friend:

Don't go messing with Robert Bowers.

Don't publish the story about Mia, just...

just let it go.

Trust me, we got this. All right?

What was Edward doing?

He wanted to talk to Ben.

What, he just came
right out and asked that?

How did he know he was there?

I don't know. He's a wily guy.

And you know what else?

He was punchy, like he
didn't have anything to lose.

Maybe you can shake something
out of him at the ball.

Okay.

All right.

See you later.

Will, wait. Um...

I just wanted you to know

that what happened between us was real.

Okay, but...

you basically flat-out told me

that there was still something
between you and Julian.

It's a teenage fantasy.

[Sighs] Look.

I got nobody to blame
for this mess but myself.

I had this idea

that you and I would come swooping in

and solving this case in a week and...

picking up where we
left off two years ago.

[Scoffs]

How stupid was that?

Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid.

[Laughs]

Look, I'm just gonna do like my boss said

and put my feelings on the shelf.

Or try my best, at least.

I hope you can do the same.

Okay.

Um, I gotta... I gotta
get ready for my thing.

Right.

You go do your thing. I'll do mine.

Yep.

[Acoustic ballad]

♪

[Knock at door]

- Hey, can...
- Hey.

Wow.

You look stunning.

From the neck up. [Laughing]

Are you excited?

Kind of.

Kind of?

Kyle and I had a fight.

Oh. What about?

Well, he wanted to come tonight,

and I didn't want him
to wanna come tonight.

[Laughs]

Can you blame him?

I don't know.

Where did the stereotype

that girls are the
sensitive ones come from?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh.

And trust me, it only gets
worse as they get older.

- [Laughs]
- Can you clasp this for me?

Oh, yeah.

And thank you for letting me borrow this.

Yeah, it looks good.

- Thanks.
- Oh, yeah, wait.

- Can you?
- Sure.

- This is beautiful.
- Thank you.

Wow. Okay, lift your hair for me.

My mom just gave it to me.

I really like it.

Beautiful.

Thank you.

- Are you sure this is okay?
- Yes!

God, I'm not taking a
subway all the way to queens

to sleep with you.

- Besides, I already got fired.
- Yeah?

- That sucks.
- Oh!

Well, that's... you know,
it's a clean-up issue.

Ohh!

Mm.

Robert Bowers is a dick, man.

I mean, I am a person, okay?

My mom and dad love me.

And what's wrong with junior college?

Not everybody has to go to college.

Mm. Junior college is college.

It's just cheaper and anybody can get in.

When the revolution comes,

Robert Bowers is gonna
be the first one shot.

I say why wait?

Let's shoot him now.

Um...

can we just have sex now?

Yeah, let's do it in my old boss's office.

Awesome. [Laughing]

Audrey. You made it.

You sure I should be here?

Hell, yeah.

I think you were just what I needed.

Audrey.

You look lovely as ever.

I, uh, suppose it would be gauche of me

to try to poach you away from Kirschner

just as our daughter is
about to debut into society.

So I will wait until this is over,

and then I will write a very large number

on a tiny cocktail napkin.

Oh, Robert, you're embarrassing her.

No, I'm flattered.

But your competitors have
wised up to your ways, Robert.

Oh, really?

I have a three-page rider in my deal

preventing me from even reading

your tiny little cocktail napkin.

Oh, come on, Audrey.

You know lyritrol is the better drug.

We all feel better working

on the side of the angels, don't we?

[Laughing]

We all start out with
the best of intentions.

Could you excuse me for just a minute?

Sure thing.

Excuse me.

Can I have my five minutes now?

It looks like I just lost
my date to the ladies' room.

So you have about that much time.

Dance?

Yes.

[Retching]

So who's your date?

- An old friend.
- I thought I was an old friend.

Oh, I have a deep bench.

Ouch.

You had that one coming.

I'm sorry that I jumped
to the wrong conclusion

the other night.

I've been called a lot of things before...

but never a murderer.

But I guess in retrospect

I can see how you connected
those particular dots.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

There's my date.

Nice.

Yes, she is.

She's smart too.

Maybe you should run
over there and marry her.

Maybe I will.

We'll always have the Bahamas.

What's he doing here?

His niece is debuting... Whitney Pinger.

This is neither the time nor the place.

We're here for Mia, remember? Here.

[Nicki Minaj's Starships]

♪ I love to dance, now
give me more, more ♪

Hey, guys.

- Hey, Mia, looking good.
- Thank you.

I feel like a Thanksgiving day float.

Gimme that.

Here's to, um, yet
another societal tradition

that makes absolutely no
sense in the new millennium.

[Clears throat]

'Cause nothing says
you're ready for marriage

like dancing with your dad.

Well, when you put it like that...

Here you go, Rambo.

Hey, ladies.

Stop tweeting about how hot I look

and how in love with
me you are... it's sad.

Seriously, no one cares about you, Aaron.

They sure care about Mia.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey! Give that back!

Oh, no.

Okay, I know this is out
there, I know it's on the web,

but you can't tell her, all right?

In fact, don't let anyone
else tell her either.

Just let her have tonight.

Please.

♪ Twinkle little star

♪ now, everybody let me
hear you say ray ray ray ♪

♪ Now spend all your money
'cause today's pay day ♪

♪ And if you a g, you a g, g, g ♪

♪ My name is Onika, you
can call me Nicki ♪

♪ Get on the floor, floor

♪ like it's your last chance

♪ if you want more, more

♪ then here I am

♪ starships were meant to fly

♪ hands up and touch the sky

♪ can't stop

It's so strange because
we were having this fight,

but we weren't having this fight.

So it felt really awkward.

Hey, Kyle. Isn't this your girlfriend?

Yeah.

I gotta go.

See you guys later.

Hey! How'd it go?

He's still in custody.

They won't let me talk to him.

I paid a guy to keep an eye out.

Hey! How's your head?

Fine. What are you, a cranial specialist?

Edward. God.

[Cell phone ringing]

I, um... I have to go.

Okay.

- Here, come sit by me.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- That's a beautiful dress.
- Thank you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the 105th annual
Metropolitan Debutante Ball.

[Applause]

Hey.

I need you to overnight
these to D.C. for me.

Will.

Ben Preswick just made
bail. 50 freakin' grand.

What?

There's no way that kid
came up with 50 grand.

Yeah, well, somebody did.

Can you go find him
and bring him back here?

[Slaps desk]

- Why is my phone off?
- Who cares!

It's the last 40 seconds
of your alleged childhood.

- Okay, ladies...
- Hey, give that back.

Find your escorts and line up.

What are you doing?

- Nothing.
- Give that to me.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

- I don't know.
- Tell me.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

[People whispering]

Crazy.

Everyone got their flowers, bags?

Phones off?

Gentlemen, please do not
step on your ladies' dresses.

Keep moving, please.

Phones away.

Come on.

[Distant] Hey, look, what
should I do, all right?

Just tell me. Whatever it is, I'll do it.

We can get out of here.

[Distant] Mia.

Mia Bowers, let's go!

[Applause]

Mia Bowers.

Accompanied by Aaron
Clover and Garrett Hess.

[Cheers and applause]

[The cinematic orchestra's
to build a home]

♪ A home

♪ for you

♪ for me

♪ until it disappeared

♪

♪ From me

♪ from you

♪ and now

♪ it's time

♪ to leave

♪ and turn

♪ to dust

Honoring a long-time
Metropolitan tradition,

our debutante's first dance
will be father-daughter.

[Soft waltz]

♪

I'm so proud of you.

You're like a father's dream.

It's true, isn't it?

What, my darling?

- I'm Vivian's daughter.
- What?

It's all over the Internet, dad.

I'm so sorry.

I don't... I don't understand, dad.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

What'd, she... she didn't want me?

- That's...
- Did you take me away from her?

Let's just go home and
I'll explain everything.

- Mia, Mia.
- Dad, she's dead.

I never got to know her when...
Shh, shh, shh. Mia, Mia.

Mia, I love you. Sofia loves you.

We're still your parents.

Mia, please, Mia.

Oh, darling. Mia. Darling, Mia, Mia.

Please don't go. Let's talk about this.

We had 16 years to talk about it.

Oh!

Oh, there she is!

[Reporters shouting]

Oh!

[Crying] Stop it!

[Sobbing]

Kyle! Oh, Kyle, thank God!

- Where to?
- Anywhere.

Just far away.

[Motorcycle revs]

[Cameras clicking]

I thought you took care of it.

So did I.

We'll get her back, I promise.

Poor kid.

She is the only one that
has not done anything wrong.

It's time to close the ranks.

Guys, let's go inside. Come on.

Okay.

Here I thought this was
going to be a dull evening.

I do feel sorry for her.

You know, she reminds me of her mother.

She's stronger than Vivian.

Maybe. You're right.

I mean, Vivian had a lot of flash.

But underneath it all, she was...

just a delicate flower. Here you go.

The poor Bowers family.

I'm sure they're suffering terribly.

But... they brought it on
themselves, if you ask me.

Plus, it is a lot of fun to watch, huh?

Have a good evening.

I did my job. It's done.

Now I'm gone.

Forget about me. Please.

Hey! Pull over! Pull over!

Right here!

[Zap]

No!

[Crowd screams]