Deception (2013): Season 1, Episode 7 - Tell Me - full transcript

She's my daughter.

You don't even
know what that means!

They know we are not
Mia's birth parents.

They're running a story tomorrow
saying Vivian's her mother.

She's a 16-year-old girl.
She's a new story.

Darling, Mia.
Mia, please don't go.

- Where to?
- Anywhere.

Who's the father?

It's Dwight Haverstock,
isn't it?

Deputy, I wonder if I might
have a word with that young man.

Teo Agresar.



He might be the guy

who supplied the heroin
that killed Vivian.

- Did she see you?
- I'm clear.

Kirschner-Sims
has just leapfrogged us.

I ran into Audrey Cruz.

She's running Xyrix.

Four people know
about the Lyritrol cover-up.

Three of 'em are already dead.

I did my job.

Forget about me.

No!

I want you to take the girls

and move to California
like you planned.

It's time for you
to leave this house.



I know I messed up,
but I have a plan "B."

You're moving in with him.

Offer's still open
to stay here?

Absolutely.

- Do you need any help?
- I know how to make bacon.

Well, don't think
you have to cook for us

just 'cause
I'm letting you crash here.

Duly noted.

Just go over to your little
juice-making machine.

That is a $1,000 juice valet.

Wow, Julian,
$1,000 just to make

hit-the-road smoothies for
your little overnight bimbos?

If you can't say
anything nice...

If that's Sofia,
I'm turning you in.

It's your conscience.
Ah.

Oh, my God.

What's wrong?

This is...
it's Vivian's boyfriend.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Look.

He died.

How could that happen?

Look what I found.

Here, sit right here.
Oh, thanks.

- Got it?
- Yeah. Oh.

- Okay.
- Zoned into my running mix.

Totally didn't see the pothole.

All right, well,
I do have to ask.

What were you listening to?

Def Leppard at the Tokyo dome.

- See, there's your problem.
- What, I'm...

I'm a complete metalhead.
I'm impressed. Wow.

- Here you go.
- Great.

Put a little ice on it, and
it'll be fine in a couple hours.

You're a lifesaver.

Um, do you have 20 bucks
I could borrow for a cab?

Oh, come on, forget that.

I'll drive you home.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

No, you bet.

See you later.

New York City, baby!

Bring it! Let's go!
Whoo-hoo!

What you got,
more Preswick footage?

Who's the idiot?

Just came in
from a Jacksonville tourist.

You're gonna
wanna look at this.

Whoa.

Ah!

Yep. Taser.

Okay, well, I guess we can
add another murder to the list.

Any idea who homeboy is?

Kept his face hidden,
knew where all the cameras were.

Whoever he is, guy's a pro.

He needs to be sprayed
with water every day,

or he dies.
Got it.

And the temperature needs to be

between 76 and 85 degrees,
or he dies.

Right.

And you need to feed him three
crickets every day, or he dies.

Frog's kind of
a pain in the ass, you guys.

Sorry.

I promise you he will live.

Daddy, do you not
like us anymore?

Is that
why you're sending us away?

What?

Mommy says
that you don't like anybody.

When did she say that?

When you were living
with grandpa.

Is it true?

Well, it is true that
I don't like very many people,

but you two

are my most favorite
human beings on this planet.

Do you know that?

Hey, girls, go pick out
some movies, okay?

We're leaving for the airport
in ten minutes.

- Okay.
- Hurry up.

What are you gonna do?

I won't know
until my guy tells me

what he found
on the flash drive.

What if it's bad?

Mm.
Then I'll handle it.

But I'll feel better when you
and the girls are out of here.

People are getting killed
over this.

I love you.

I love you too.

- No.
- Yes.

- Stop whining about it.
- Parker hit me!

- No, she punched me!
- No!

Hey, you two,
come on! Quit it!

Come on.

You're gonna die.

Gotta admit I was surprised
to hear from you

after Darcy let me go.

I just miss my work friend.

This isn't social.

You want something.

Fame junkie is doing
this boob job expose,

and there's some internal debate
about Blake lively.

You want her stylist's number.

Why would I do that, Reed?

I got this off the tip line.

Lady named Marci.

Left a message saying
she knows the girl

returning from the Bahamas
with Julian Bowers.

- Has anybody called Marci back?
- Nope.

So...
Wanna make a trade?

Hello, Marci,
my name is Nicole Frishette.

I'm returning your call
about Julian Bowers's new girl.

Damn right.
That bitch arrested me.

She punched me too.
Unprovoked.

- Excuse me?
- Try and keep up, brainiac.

I said she arrested me.
Her name's Joanna Locasto.

She's a cop.

Oh.

***

Let's talk about
Bowers pharmaceutical, shall we?

This former
wall street darling has stalled,

while its rival Kirschner-Sims
has been en fuego!

It's like Cramer knows we have
a shareholder's gala tonight.

The company's
miracle drug Lyritrol

is in limbo at the fda.

So what's my advice?

Sell, sell, sell!

All this goes away
if Lyritrol is approved.

Yes, but unless Haverstock
falls off a cliff sometime soon,

I don't...
I made some calls.

Number two at the fda.
Shelly webb.

He's a whore.
Find out his price and pay it.

Lyritrol's a good drug, dad.
That shouldn't be necessary.

You're a grown man.

Do I really need to explain
how the world works?

You know what, dad?

I had to lie to your mother

to get her to go out with me.

I bullied and threatened
to bring this company to life.

You didn't just spring forth
and land in your Aston Martin

because I never
left the high road.

Do your part.

Be my son.

Wow.

We're in trouble.

There's a button
that needs to be pushed.

So push it.

I could get arrested.

Then don't get caught.

That should be the title
of your book on parenting.

Something wrong
with that Audrey chick.

She's got crazy eyes.

You're way better than her.

Whoa, okay, back it up.

It's not a competition.
Julian and I are just friends.

All right, whatever you say.

But that whole hurt ankle thing
was a made-up story.

I only met Ben one time,
but he seemed nice. You know?

Kinda corny,

but he made Vivian laugh.

She always had a thing
for guys with a sense of humor.

I just feel like
I should be here for Vivian.

Is that stupid?

No, you miss her.

We all do.

Hey.

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

Um, Ben took me and Vivian
to see Book of Mormon last year.

Does dad know about this?

You mean grandpa?
No. No.

Obviously,
there are a couple things

that he and I never discussed.

Well, I'm sorry
about cotillion.

Yeah, well.

To find out your dead sister's
actually your mother

does kind of ruin the evening,
Uncle Eddie.

All right,
we're not doing that.

I'm still your brother.
End of story.

Is there anybody's tragedy
you don't barge in on?

I didn't barge in.
Mia needed a ride.

Yeah, okay, well,
if an old lady dies in Trenton,

try to restrain yourself.

So wait,
what are you doing here?

I guess the same as you.

I'm here for Vivian.

Hello?

Hey, hey, good-lookin'.
It's me.

Wyatt, is everything okay?

Oh, it's all good.

Teo hooked me up, and the kings
are off my back for now.

Oh, God,
I'm so glad to hear that.

Hope my protection didn't cost

too much
of your husband's money.

Oh, I don't want you
to worry about that.

Oh, you're sweet.

Listen, that's not
why I'm calling.

It looks like my parole
hearing's been moved up.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

To when?

Week from Tuesday.

And my lawyer says that I got
a real shot at it this time.

Can you believe that, baby?

There's so much blood, Wyatt.

It's okay, babe, it's okay.
I got this, all right?

You'll be all right.

That's great news.

The guy just zapped Preswick

and walked away
like nothing happened.

You think it was teo Agresar?

I couldn't get a positive I.D.
From the footage,

but it might explain why Sofia

delivered a bag of money
to the guy the next day.

Yeah.

And what do you make of Edward
being at Ben's funeral?

I don't know.

Maybe, uh, he was feeling guilty
'cause he was responsible.

Maybe he was just feeling bad.

You never know.
Edward's a weird dude.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Oh, good job.
You got it.

So I just got a trace
on the number Preswick called

the day he was murdered.

Looks like it was a pay phone
in Brooklyn on lower fourth.

Okay, great.
I can be there in ten.

Stand down, all right?

I need you to get ready
for that thing tonight.

Oh, come on.

The Bowers thing is gonna suck.

Just let me do
this one thing first, please.

Okay, just call me
when you're done.

Okay.

Hello?

Hello.

Shelly.
So glad you could make it.

Interesting place
to have a meeting.

I wanted a place
we could talk in private.

Off the record.

Senator Haverstock has
some concerns about Lyritrol.

Haverstock isn't concerned

with anything
that's not wearing a thong.

You've seen the test results.
There were no red flags.

Tell me, what's it gonna take?

What is it gonna take
to approve Lyritrol?

Come on.

Your son keenan.

Ivy league
not in the cards, huh?

2.0 gpa.
Probably not his fault.

Just not much of a test taker,

but it'd be nice if he could

follow in the old man's
footsteps at Yale, though.

I'm listening.

It's expensive.

Considering
your recent misfortunes

in the Hoboken
real estate market...

How do you know about that?

Doesn't matter.
All I'm saying is...

Maybe a scholarship
could help keenan

become the Yale man
we all want him to be.

Give me ten minutes.

If you're not on the phone
with admissions

going over Keenan's schedule,
you keep that.

My apologies.

Got a deal?

Have you been smoking?

No, of course not.

Where have you been?

Funeral.

For my real mom's boyfriend.

You knew who Vivian was seeing?

Why didn't you say anything?

Yeah, that's awful

keeping a big family secret
like that, huh?

Oh, honey, I know you're upset.

And you have every right to be,
but you have to understand

that everything we did
was for you.

You mean like lying to me
my whole life?

Vivian was a troubled girl.

She was not fit to be a mother.

No, you have no right
to say that.

She might've been a great mom.

She could've stayed clean,

her whole life
could've been different.

Well...

We made the best decision
we could at the time.

Darling, you have always been

the most important person
in my life.

Yes, of course,
because I'm your meal ticket.

You agree to raise me,

and you get to marry
the widowed billionaire, right?

- Mia!
- I mean, who are you, really?

I'm your mother.

How dare you question
my place in this family?

Think I'm the only one?

Now that
your little secret's out,

everybody knows
what a big phony you are.

That's enough! You are done
staying at Julian's.

From here on out,
you are under house arrest!

No, you have no right
to tell me where to stay!

I have every right!

Don't you question me,
young lady.

You will lose.

Who's my real dad?

I

you're a liar!

Bye, grandma.
Mia!

Do not walk away from me!

Mia!

***

***

That's kind of the point.

Who is this?
And why is she here?

This is Serena.
She's our waitress.

Go away.

Well, you sounded so desperate
on the phone earlier.

This have anything to do
with young Mia?

Don't you even speak her name.

Wyatt's parole's been moved up.

Yes, Wyatt Scott.

What it is to be
two young rednecks in love.

Yes, well,
it was a long time ago.

Tell me about it.

You know, I remember when you
first got to the big city.

You were...

You were hot.

Tell me something,
why is the best sex

always with damaged women?

Because you confuse
a cry for help with an orgasm.

Also,
you're a disgusting prick.

Okay.

At least I'm consistent.
I mean, look at you.

I can hardly keep up
with the different versions.

Although I will admit
that this little charade

you've built with Robert
has certainly lasted.

It's not a charade.

I love Robert.

Well, then I missed
my calling as a matchmaker,

seeing as how I introduced
you two lovebirds.

But now,
Wyatt back in the picture,

we got ourselves a real rom-com
here on our hands.

The maternal impostor
and her badlands past.

How will it end?

Can we just get this over with?

By all means.

So what can I do for you?

I need Wyatt to stay in jail.

Okay.

But you are going to owe me.

The hell are you doing?
I need you sharp tonight.

I don't think I should go.

I won't help the cause.

No, not negotiable.

Mia thinks I'm a monster.

The rest of the world
thinks I'm an impostor.

So please, spare me
the ruthless pep talk.

Unless you want to put
that gossip bitch in a dumpster.

What's done is done.

You have to look forward.

And we need to send
a message of strength here.

I don't want to, Robert.

Since when do you care
what anyone thinks?

It's different
when it comes to Mia.

You may not have
given birth to her,

but you raised her.

Just the way
this whole thing's being spun.

We failed Vivian.

I stole her baby,
house of lies.

Then make them see it your way.

Fight for what's yours.

Who's better at that than you?

Have a cup of coffee.

Wee leaving at 5:00.

It's actually
kind of nice to be back.

Besides, if I decide
I want to avoid my parents,

I can just go to a wing
of the house they never use.

Bummer.

I was kinda hoping
to see Julian's place.

I hear it's pretty awesome.

Okay, take it down
a notch, fanboy.

You know, if you weren't
under house arrest,

I'd invite you to come party
with me and Chloe.

Where are you guys going?

Fat Steve's.

Oh, his maid
really creeps me out.

I know, right?

Steve said she lost her eye
in some sort of revolution.

Hey, why don't you just
tell everyone to come over here?

Sofia never said anything
about me having friends over.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah.

Um, most of the staff's
already gone,

and my fake parents aren't
gonna be back till way late.

All right, kid.

Let's do it.

Hey, um...

Have you seen anybody
use that phone?

I ain't seen nothin', lady.

You sure about that?

Sometimes the guys
in the bakery use it.

But you ain't heard that
from me.

What's the deal
with the bakery?

It's gonna take
a lot more than 20s for that.

Gotta love it when criminals
use social media.

He friends with any hot girls?

What?

Hey, you know that pay phone
that Ben called in Brooklyn?

I'm looking into it.

Turns out it's right
in front of Krupski's bakery.

Okay, and?

What, do they make
a good cruller or something?

Place is Russian mafia.

Name comes up in homicide
every couple of months.

Joanna's headed up there
with no backup.

You want ponchiki?

Yeah, um...

Can I get that one?

- $2.
- Yeah.

Mm, mm.

It's boysenberry.

Thanks.

Hey, Joanna.
You got a minute?

I'm... l'm sorry, do I know you?

No, but I know you.
You're a cop.

You must be mistaken.

Oh, really?

Because I was
pretty sure that you're.

Joanna Locasto, used to work
the mission district

in San Francisco.

Are you investigating
the Bowers?

Is this a federal murder case?

Like deep,
undercover-type operation?

Hey!

You're a cop.

Crap.

We need to go.

- What is happening?
- Come on, we need to go!

Come on, come on, come on!

- What do these guys want?
- Just shut up, okay?

Come on, there's a window.
Open the window.

He's got a gun!

Get down, get down!
Down, down, down!

We're gonna die!

Stay down.

- Come on.
- I c... I can't.

Isn't the rule
you're supposed to wait

three days before calling?

Maybe.

But I figure any guy
who'll drive me home

and fix my ankle deserves
some special treatment.

And what might that entail?

Got us a reservation

at 7:30 tonight
for petrossian.

Yeah, I can't tonight.

Does this have anything to do
with that girl in your kitchen?

It's a company thing.

Well, what if I came
as your date?

Well, there is no way
I'm taking someone

from our chief rival.

No matter how hot she is.

Yeah, so what is this
I'm hearing

about Lyritrol
getting back on track?

As if to underscore my point.

Come on, Julian,
can't you give me something?

Well, you know, I think
that might be a little unethical

for me to divulge company
secrets, don't you think?

Oh, please.
All right.

Well, call me tonight
after your top-secret event

if you want some company.

Bye.

- So is it true?
- Yeah.

I think we've got a problem.

You're gonna have
to stick close to this guy.

I'm doing
the best I can, Frank.

Do more.

We're getting close,
and there's no turning back now.

The hell were you thinking?

Some lady called
the fame junkie tip line,

said Joanna arrested her.

You know what?
Just get out.

I'll deal with you in a minute.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Thanks.

This case
just took a crazy turn.

Yeah, the Russian mafia?

- Yeah.
- What the hell?

And they're serious too.
These guys don't play.

And now there's one
in the wind...

- he didn't hear anything.
- We don't know that, all right?

Look, we should
really talk about...

we're finishing this case.

I guess you got
a party to go to.

Yeah.

Hey.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Yeah.

Well, you just figure out
what to do about tabloid girl,

and, uh, I'll call you later.

- All right.
- Okay.

What your friend Ben was
looking for on the servers,

it's bad.

The Lyritrol tests were fake?

There were tests done,

only someone omitted
all the fatalities.

So Vivian was right.
People really died.

Over 100 people.
24 of those were kids.

And tell me
about the bank records.

Turns out those were payoffs

made to the dead
test subjects' families.

All from a small offshore
corporation called zonocorp.

Zonocorp, I never...
never heard of it.

Well, your father
certainly has.

What makes you say that?

Because he owns the company.

Your father's
behind this whole thing.

Oh

hey.

Screw 'em.

Did you see
Cramer this morning?

Our stock dropped
ten points today.

Well, then now would be
a perfect time

to buy more shares,
wouldn't it?

I heard Kirschner-Sims
is going to beat us to market.

You know something we don't?

Stick around for my speech

and find out.

Cheers.

I love you
for not bringing blue.

Hey, Mia, is it cool
if Reggie and Xander swing by?

Yeah, of course.
The more the merrier.

Hey.
I'm glad you're doing better.

Thank you.

I was worried
after the cotillion.

- Hi, you made it!
- Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

I had to replace
a drain plug on my bike.

Oh, please, tell me more.

So how many of these people
did you actually invite anyway?

I don't know,
anyone who wanted to come.

The jerks who live here
won't be back till late.

All right, well, I'm gonna go
use one of your 1,000 bathrooms.

Okay.

Be right back, okay?

Their family tree
is so messed up.

Not cool, Vanessa.

We talked about this.
Subject's off-limits.

Really? Then I guess
these must be off-limits too?

Ooh. We're cool.

We are cool.

Hey, guys.

Hey, if you really wanna
do this, now's the time.

Shelly webb called
just after you left.

We're approved.
Great.

We bought another win.

An important drug
will get to market, Julian.

Isn't that the point?

Good work, by the way.

Sofia Bowers.

We need to talk.

Hello, sue.

I just want to say how much
I admire what you've done.

Raising
that troubled girl's baby.

Oh.
Well, thank you.

You know, it's like
I always say, family first.

It's so cool of you
to have everyone over.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna have
to live in the house of lies.

I might as well do it
on my own terms, right?

Are you okay?

Thanks for asking, bro.

Uh, Mia, there's some old dude

in your foyer.

Hey, kid.

Did you get lost
on your way to the capitol?

Look at you,
recognizing your senators.

Robert should be proud.

Um, I'm wondering,
do you have...

do you have time
for a little chat?

I haven't set foot
in this room in 17 years.

You may not know this,

but I was very close to your f...
to Robert.

We were like brothers.

Well, he's not here right now.

It's just a bunch
of drunk minors.

So you could maybe come back
at a more appropriate time.

Actually,
I came to see you, Mia.

This has been
a long time coming.

I'm your father.

- Hey.
- Hi, Aaron, hi.

You know what, it's okay.
How's it going?

It's really
not a good time, okay?

Why should I believe you?

Because it's the truth.

Vivian had planned
on telling you.

Oh, thank you for being,

like, the fourth person
to tell me that.

Mia, haven't you always felt

different than everyone else
in this family?

Don't act like you know me.

Okay, I won't.

But I'd like to.

I'm not an idiot.
I can do the math on this.

Right.

Your mother was underage,
I was a grown man,

I should've known better.

Did you love her?

More than
I've ever loved anyone.

I think about your mother
every day.

Oh

Whoops.

Who put that guy there?

Hey, let's get outta here.

What?
I just got here.

Besides, don't you
have to walk around

exuding confidence and charm?

Nah, already did that.

Hey.

I want something
to happen here.

I've been thinking
about you for years,

and ever since you showed up
after Vivian died,

I feel like there's
a second chance or something.

And...
I don't wanna miss that.

So whoever this guy is,
dump him.

Tell him to go screw himself.

Break his heart,
don't break mine.

Nothing?

Really?

You don't understand.

I can't.

I just, um...

I don't feel
the same way about you.

♪ Wipe the smile
from your face ♪

Wow.

I really misread that.

♪ It's wartime every time ♪

Okay, um...

Have a good night.

And I'll...

I'll see you back at my place.

Where you're staying.

♪ You couldn't do it
if you wanted to ♪

♪ It's wartime every time ♪

♪ Small talk

You never told me
you were Canadian.

Uh, yeah,
I grew up in Vancouver...

took a look at your work visa,

and it says here
that you're here

as an employee of fame junkie.

Whoa, wait a second.
What is this?

We're having a conversation

about how your work visa's
no longer valid.

Take a look.

Why are you doing this?
I thought we were friends.

Friends?

Friends don't put friends'
assets in jeopardy, nichole.

- Nothing...
- Joanna could've been killed.

She's perfectly fine.

Nichole,
you could've been killed.

Do you understand that?

This is how this is gonna work.

From now on,
no more stories on the Bowers.

No more.
That's it.

Go find some other rich people
to bother.

Okay.

But I'm telling you,
I can help.

I can find things out.

- My God.
- I'm really good at my job.

And you might find that I...
Nichole, shut up.

And if you ever report
that Joanna's a cop,

if you ever even think about
saying the word "undercover,"

I will have you
back in the great white north

digging through
Mike Myers's garbage

for the rest of your days,
believe me, I will.

Try me.

I promise.

You won't regret this.

I think we're gonna
make a great team.

I know there have been
a lot of rumors out there,

and I know that
many of you are worried

about the future
of this company.

So I am here tonight

to make an announcement that
should ease some of those fears.

Lyritrol has just
been approved by the fda

and will be on the shelves
in three weeks.

Lyritrol...
When did this happen?

- Earlier today.
- How?

I took care of it.

Don't worry,
we'll be first to market.

Julian, Lyritrol is a bad drug.

Over a hundred people died
in the clinical trials.

No, that is not true.

Two people died
during the trials,

and two had metastatic tumors
before they even began.

No, what you saw
were fake tests.

Dad made the real ones go away.

Where is this coming from?

Lyritrol will eliminate
the need for chemotherapy.

It will save lives.

I saw the real test results.

You have to listen
to me on this.

You sound like
a crazy person right now.

A week ago you found out
you murdered Kimberly Yaeger,

now you're acting like Batman.

Well, guess what,
it doesn't work that way.

Taking up an imaginary cause
doesn't make you not a murderer.

This isn't about me.
I know...

I know Lyritrol
is a big deal for you,

and I'm sorry, but...
God, you're pathetic.

This is a very exciting time
for our company.

And it would never
have happened if not...

This is how
you redeem yourself,

by tearing everyone else down?

Listen to me, you idiot...

this is...

- Julian, no!
- Julian!

Stupid idiot!

Julian!

What the hell
are you doing, Edward?

Get off of me!

I quit! I'm done!

With you, with this,

with all of this!

How you doing?

Well, I'm the product of rape.

Yeah, it's a lot to take in
on a random Friday night.

But I guess
you know now, right?

He says he loved her.

And he says she loved him.

Maybe he did, maybe she did.

On the bright side,

he has an excellent
voting record on women's issues.

Oh, yeah? Okay.

He said he wants
to keep in touch.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Was it a...
- Hey, what's going on, guys?

- Uh, we're talking.
- Can I get in the middle?

- No, Aaron, go away.
- Come on.

Let's take some risks.

Dude, you're pretty awesome.

Thank you.
Don't do that.

Everybody out!
Now!

Oh, my God, they're home.

All right, come on, all of you.

- Dad. Dad, stop.
- Out. Out.

No, dad... dad, stop.
Kyle, don't go.

This is my house.
Get out.

- Stay, stay, it's okay.
- Get out. No.

Listen to me. Stop talking.
The party's not over.

Hey, you! Derelict!
Dad, stop it! Kyle, stay!

Get out of here
before I do something I regret!

Stop it!

Listen to me!
Listen to me! Stop talking!

Life is tough.
I know that.

Thumbing your nose at me
isn't gonna make it any easier.

I expect more from you.

Come on.

Oh, charming.

Dear, really.
Move along.

Edward.

How'd you find me?

You're Edward Bowers,
and I'm a fed.

And I heard you had
a rough night.

Go away.

Look, I know your wife
and kids went out of town today.

You fought your brother,
quit your dad's company,

what's...
what's this really about, man?

Vivian found evidence that
proved Lyritrol's a bad drug.

I told my dad,

and three days later,
she was killed.

You should let me
help you with this.

I got it covered.

New York City.

Can Rosita please
just do this in the morning?

No, she cannot.
This is your mess.

God.
Look at you.

You don't even know
how to hold a mop.

I grew up with nothing.
Here.

I had to clean houses
for extra money in high school.

Yeah, I know,
you tell me all the time.

I just wish
you would've told me.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

You're right.
You're right.

Mm.

You've had such a hard time
these last few weeks.

I wish I could make it all
go away.

But I can't.

Mm.

Can I please just go to bed?

It's important in life that
you clean up your own messes.

I love you so much, honey.

But I want this place spotless.

Julian?

Well, this is a surprise.

I just had maybe the worst
night of my entire life.

And I don't wanna go home.

Come in.
Tell me all about it.