Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 3, Episode 2 - The Royal We - full transcript

Oh, bollocks!

Dad, what's going on?

Beans on toast, love.

At 4 A.M.?

Best time of day.

Not bad on the beans,

but more like
beans on crisp.

Yeah. Well, I got a little
distracted, didn't I?

A video of golden eagles
dragging goats off a mountain.

It's brilliant.

Only happens in this
one little tiny part of Spain.



How's the book coming along?

Let's have another whack
at the toast, then, shall we?

Have you even--
have you even tried writing anything?

Just a sentence,
any sentence.

That's what I do when
I can't write a paper.

You can go back to bed
now, love, if you want.

"Happy families
are all alike.

However, every
unhappy family--"

bored.

No, it's very Russian.

You think you can do better?

"Let there be Lightman."

Hire a ghost writer.

Good night, love.



Take them away.
Don't need 'em.

All the research
I need is in here.

Perfect. Deaf as a post.

It's just deaf.

No post.

Follow me.

Is Loker in?

Yeah, he's somewhere.
He should be back in a minute.

Sit.

Stay.

The red dot test.

Watch.

Oi!

You sent Mutt and Jeff
to spy on me, didn't you? Hey?

Cal Lightman,
Candice McCallister.

Oh, so you don't deny that?

Sarah and Charles
are here to help you, Cal.

Do you two
need a minute?

You know, I am having
a hard time

writing this book.
Same thing happened on the first one.

You know, the one
that this whole place is built on.

Dr. Lightman, may I say
what a huge fan I am of that book.

Is it Candice with an "i"
or Candace with an "a"?

'Cause Candace with an "a"
I find to be far more classy.

You know what I mean?

We're running late.

What can I do for you?

Um, I thought you said
Dr. Lightman was--

busy. That's exactly
what I said.

Goodbye, Cal.

Oi!

Come in here.
Make yourself useful.

With your book?

What book?

I need to see
Foster's calendar.

You mean hack into
her computer.

Your words, not mine.

Dr. Lightman, I can't
just hack into her--

or you're fired.

Watch my fingers.

It wasn't that hard,
was it?

On your way, then.

Wh--

what--

did--did you do this?

Hey. This is my desk.

I can't hear you.

The red dot test.
He's got you doing the red dot test?

Can you leave me alone now?

Excuse me?

I need to focus.

No, don't worry about me.

I didn't want anything
from the coffee cart.

1, 2, 3, 4.

1, 2, 3, 4...

Oh, Megan!

Your dress!

It's all right, mom.

You can't see it
anywhere. Relax.

Help you, sir?

You lost?

Contestants and parents
only here.

I must have wandered
through the wrong door.

Well, how about you
wander back out again?

Dad, you made my braid
crooked.

I'd jump right
on that if I were you.

How many time have I
told you, Megan,

food is not your friend?

I'm calling security.

I work with the pageant.

Yeah? Doing what?

This and that.

Yeah, thought so.
You're out of here.

Wouldn't you rather
be a soccer mum?

Drs. Foster and Lightman
are here to vet our finalists,

to make sure we are
plastic surgery and drug-free.

Lucky for you

I got writer's block.

So you got into my calendar.
Good for you.

But I've got this covered, Cal.

Who's the favorite

in this little
Freak Show, then?

Freak Show?

And you wonder why
I kept you out of this.

What about you?

Eh?

You the favorite?

She is one, yes,
but nothing is certain.

Well, one thing's
for certain.

It's all gonna go
horribly wrong for someone.

♪ Lie to Me 3x02 ♪
The Royal We
Brand New Day by Ryan Star

♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪

♪ turn back the clock ♪

♪ give me some time ♪

♪ I need to break out ♪

♪ make a new name ♪

♪ let's open our eyes ♪

♪ to the brand-new day ♪

The girl needs help.

And I mean yesterday.

Dr. Lightman, you already
called this a Freak Show.

Correct.

Are you sure
your prejudices

aren't informing
what you're seeing?

Everything this girl does
is deliberate.

Put it this way--

I hope I'm wrong.

These girls are under
a great deal of pressure.

Don't misread that
for something it's not.

When you hear hooves...

Think horses, not zebras.

Either way, it's a stampede.

What are you doing in here?

Job hunting.
You hiding?

Impressive.
On Lightman's laptop

which you took
from his office.

Guess what the first line
of Lightman's book is.

He takes your desk away
and this is how you deal with it.

"Let there be Lightman."

I mean, he is certifiable.

You don't even have the guts
to do this in his office.

You slink away, you hide
in here with his computer.

Poetic justice.

You mean pathetic justice.

All right, come on, Megan,
how many times have we been through this?

Hold that extension...

And now sell the smile,
sell the smile, really sell it.

Mrs. Cross, Megan.

This is
Dr. Cal Lightman.

I'm here for the pre-interview.

New procedure
before the finals,

after some other pageants
had some troubles.

She's going to have to do
a lot better than that.

Mom, can I take a break?

No. Come on.
It's good practice.

Just hold it...

Do go out of your way
to make her miserable?

Excuse me?

Here's another one.

Does she try to look like you,

or do you
try to look like her?

Come on, Megan, let's go.

Mrs. Cross, we specialize in
reading people's emotions.

Well, then I don't
need to tell you how angry I am.

And scared.

Don't forget that part.

You just attacked my mother.
How is she supposed to feel?

You ever think about
ending it all?

What?

Of course not.

Your face
just said yes, love.

You know,
you got a big mouth.

Yep.

She's hiding something
on her shoulder.

You keep your hands
off of my daughter.

My hands
aren't on your daughter.

But someone's have been.

Haven't they, love?

Oh, my God. Megan.

Who did it, love?

Eh?

Who was it, love?

It was him.

It was Mr. Fletcher.

Laura, no.

He touched me.

Megan, no.

He molested me.

No, Megan, don't.

Megan, I--

look, you all know me.
There's no way I could ever--

Laura. Megan, please,
you gotta tell them the truth.

You just rang a bell
you can't unring.

You know that, Megan,
right?

Megan...

You called the wrong number.

You need to call
Child Protective Services.

No, what I need
is a dodgy cop,

who'll keep this
off the record till I say.

Yeah, when is
that fool showing up?

I do need this one.
A man's life just got flushed down the crapper.

Maybe he's got it coming.
Thought of that?

You been drinking,
Detective?

It's called mouthwash,
Professor.

Am I under arrest?

The girl said
you molested her.

Kids lie.

Which one? Be more specific.

Megan. Megan Cross.

All right, say that name
again, without squinting.

Do you wear contacts?

Yeah.

He wears contacts.
See? His contacts are dry.

What, with outrage?
Do me a favor.

Mr. Fletcher,
if there's anything

you're not telling us
about this,

you'll make it a lot easier on
yourself if you just come clean.

Bloody hell.

You people really do talk like that.

Who? Latinos or Poles?

Oh, you mean cops.

Did you push her?

Did you shove her?

Did you hit her?
Did you, you know,

hold her down?

A little bit
of everything, really.

If you want to know
about Megan,

talk to her mother.

Well, he didn't molest
that girl.

You want to walk me through
your thinking on that?

In a word, no.

How sure are you?

You can go, Mr. Fletcher.

Answer your question?

I'm not letting
the pageant go down.

Neither is the magazine.

All right. Uh,
don't let him leave,

all right?
He's hiding something.

So is Megan,
by the way.

I can't guarantee
his safety.

Oh, don't be such a girl.

Tell them to get a life.

I beg your pardon?

The magazine people.

Is it helpful
in what you do

to be so prejudiced?

Look, I come here

and I spotted a girl
who feels the same way

about your pageant
as I do,

so, I would say, yes,

in this case
it is helpful.

What was that about?

Candice with an "i,"
not an "a." I knew it.

Let's go tag-team them up.

Forgive me, but if a man touched
a child of mine,

particularly
in a sexual way--

you heard my mom.
We're not filing charges.

Did Thomas
admit anything?

No.

Then it's his word
against ours.

If you don't mind
my saying, Megan,

you seem very calm
and composed.

He just groped me, ok?

No, it's not ok.

You're 16 years old.

It's just a bruise.

We're fine.

We?

All right, Megan,
one more time.

Every look, every word
is in lock-step.

They're a perfect symbiosis.

Yeah, except she's dying
to get away from her mum.

Laura even uses
the royal we.

There's no separation
of mother and daughter.

I've never seen two people
so on the same page.

Let's tear the page
in half.

I can see why
you're the favorite.

I thought we were done here.

Mrs. Cross, if Megan

is a victim of molestation,

you need to deal with that.

We don't dwell
on the negative.

It shows through
to other people.

Like the judges.

We've been preparing
for this pageant for years.

If this were the Olympics,
no one would question her desire

to keep her head in the game.

Your daughter
has suffered a trauma.

She needs to talk about it so that
she can regain control.

Stealing?

Yeah, it tastes better
that way.

You let Mr. Fletcher go.

Yep. Lack of evidence.

Interesting.

You don't seem
too bothered by that.

I can't afford to let it.

Let it what?
Ruin your chances

of being Miss Freak Show
cover girl?

God.

You asked for me help.

No, I didn't.

Well, at very least,
you asked for my full attention.

Right before you were
pointing a finger at Fletcher.

Megan.

Mommy's calling.

Rehearsal.

Right.

Sorry to interrupt.

You said to let you know
when they got here?

Has Loker been in here?

Loker?

Yeah. When I was out.

'Cause, you know...

I can smell him.

He calls it
eau du toilette.

French.

French.

One way of putting it,
I suppose.

One of my pens
is missing.

Hello, gents.

They said
we had to come here

or I was out of
the competition.

Megan, have you told
your mum yet?

Told me what?

That's all right.
No need. It can wait.

You...With me.

You...You're with
the delightful Dr. Foster.

It was the, uh, the end of the first day
of the competition.

Mr. Fletcher has this...RV.

And you were inside his RV?

Yeah.

It's pretty big.

And, uh, you know,

we hang out there sometimes
during competitions.

We got to know him
and Deedee pretty well.

So it wouldn't have been
unusual for you and Mr. Fletcher

to be alone together?

Not really, no.

When it happened,
I, uh--yeah,

he could see
that I'd been upset,

you know,
that I'd been crying.

And, uh...

So when was this,
Megan?

Day before yesterday.

And, uh...

You know, I messed up
my personal interview.

And Mr. Fletcher said that,
you know, it wasn't fair.

He was--he was
comforting me, you know?

And then...

Then he put his hand...

On my neck.

And I just thought
he was being nice.

She didn't come to you?

No. I had no idea.

Then what happened?

And then...

Megan...

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

It's important
that you know that.

Take your time.

And then he touched me.

Molested me.

I tried to push him away.

That's enough.
I'm not going to watch

my little girl
in pain anymore.

Tell yourself
what you like, love.

But that in there,
that's not pain.

That's...
That's not even close there.

She's enjoying herself.

Is that how
you got the bruises?

Yeah.

And then I kicked him

and broke free.

She's getting off
on your pain.

First Fletcher, now her mother.

She's a sadist.

She's a bloody
emotional vampire.

The case still remains,

Fletcher did do something
to her in that RV.

We need to involve
the police, the real ones.

Spoilsport.

Dr. Lightman.

My pageant's about
to go up in flames.

Down in flames,
up in smoke.

Two more girls
just came forward.

They both say Thomas Fletcher
touched them inappropriately.

Right.

You call this
off the record, do you?

We have 24 hours, and then we have
to do the paperwork.

Right?

What's all this?

Deedee, can you step
over here, please?

For what?

Do as she says, love.

We're taking her into custody.
Social Services.

Like hell you are.

Guys.

Hey, back off.
Wait!

Get off me!
Dad!

Dad!
Deedee!

Dad!
I'm gonna help him, love.

Daddy!
Son of a bitch.

Just until we get
this cleared up.

Dad!

Get--

where are you taking her?

Somewhere safe,
I promise you that.

Don't take my...

I'm innocent.

You know I'm innocent.

Deedee!

Oh, my God...

Two more girls came forward.

I gotta talk to Laura.

Oh, now he tells me.

Tell you what?

Ok, look, we used to be
more than just friends.

And so now you think she's gonna
want to help you out, eh,

all of a sudden?

These are memories
from the road, then?

Yeah. After my wife died,
I sold the house.

Too much history.

Anyway, this thing's
pretty handy

when it comes to the pageant.

Yeah, and for a bit
of the other,

when the girls are off
lying about world peace.

You mean Laura and me.

There's no crime
in being lonely.

Well, Megan
would beg to differ.

Wait a minute.

Megan came by
the other day.

I didn't think anything of it at the time.
I didn't think--

did she come on to you?

I turned her down.

I tried to be nice
about it.

She went crazy.
She grabbed a pair of scissors sitting here,

she came at me
and I grabbed her,

I wrestled t
out of her hands and...Ohh...

That's how she got
the bruises?

Still, Megan's getting
what she wants. Eh?

Your pain.

Are you really going to take
Lily out of the pageant?

If my daughter said
he touched her, he touched her.

Are you more worried
about the girls who've come forward

or about your pageant?

Oh, wait, wait.

Fletcher!
My daughter, Fletcher?

They're making it up.

All of them?

One thing
I know for sure--

can-dice--

is that abusers

of the kind that we're
talking about here,

lack that kind
of self-control.

Uh, we finished the red dot test,
Dr. Lightman.

Loker actually
told us what it was.

You did it, too,
did you?

Yeah.

That's keen.

Yeah.
10 hours long.

2 dots, 10 hours.

Actually, there were 3.

Right.

Excellent.
Congratulations.

How many dots were there?

I don't know.
I've never finished it.

Then what was the point?

Each dot represents
a micro-expression.

What did she just say?

Hilarious.

Could you take Mr. Fletcher
to my office

and make sure
he gets some rest.

This is a local pageant
from last year.

See how she smiles?

Even though she lost.

The winners cry
and the losers smile.

Losers want to appear
gracious, winners want to--

is that it?

No.

No. You need to see this.

I wonder how long
she practiced that dive.

Triumph at losing.

You don't see that
every day.

Do you know how to create
a disturbed personality?

Constant criticism

and lack of affection.

Works like a charm,
that does.

You mean like
how you treat Loker?

Who?

This chair taken?

You didn't say he was coming.

If you thought
that was bad,

wait till you see this.

Wait for what?

Megan?

Look, I just want
to talk for a second, ok?

She has nothing
to say to you.

They took Deedee,
and if you don't tell the truth,

I may never get her back.

You do see what
I'm talking about, don't you?

I don't see anything.

What are you two
talking about?

To be honest, this isn't the way,
Dr. Lightman.

Is he trying to get you
to disqualify us from the pageant?

Us?

You are trying
to disqualify us.

Your daughter's
feeding off your pain,

Mrs. Cross.

Do you ever wonder why
he just went cold on you?

Megan knows why I stopped calling,
Laura, don't you, Megan?

Megan is a victim here.

You're blaming the victim?

I'm the one
with all the bruises.

Pain is your daughter's
drug of choice.

Isn't that right, Megan?

Mr. Fletcher here,
his pain's like crack to you.

Good news--he can get
away from her.

Bad news--you can't.

Enjoy the Freak Show.

He touched my hair

and the back of my neck,

like he was comforting me.

At first I thought
he was being friendly.

Then I felt sick.

My hands went numb.

I couldn't catch my breath.

Thank you, Ashley.

Can you give us a minute?

She said the exact same thing
as the first girl.

Word for word.

There are also unmistakable language
similarities to Megan.

Wallowski.

For how long?

Now what?

Megan's missing.

She went for a walk
and never came back.

Where's Megan?!

Tell your friend in there
he's a coward!

Oh, what, like men who hide behind
their wives, you mean?

You took away my desk,

so here I am.

Where's my pen?

Your pen?

Yeah, the one you stole
off my desk. My pen.

Are you kidding me?

Rumor travels fast.

Your point being?

One of these people
or one of their daughters

has got to know
where Megan is.

Have you thought of that?

What?

What?

I thought I saw
a look there.

Hey. Fletcher, police.

Come out
of there, bastard.

Dr. Lightman, it just
came over the radio.

His daughter Deedee's
in intensive care, hurt bad.

I'm taking him
to the hospital now.

What happened
to her?

I don't know.
It could be self-inflicted.

Don't quote me on that.

Pen.

Thief.

Now, then, Megan.

Where's Deedee?

What, you're
disappointed, are you?

You're the face reader.

Is this how it
happened with Fletcher?

Come on, Dr. Lightman,

you're the one
that lured me here.

You wrecked Fletcher's life.

Now you're trying to
do the same with me, is that it?

I like you better
than him. You get me.

Open your hand.

Do you prefer cutting up

or inflicting pain
on other people?

Hmm?

Show me what you got.

Let's get you out of here,
shall we?

I know what
you're trying to do.

I don't need any help.

I got you.

But you can't tell anyone.

You do...

I'll say you attacked me.

Hang on a sec.

Go on in.

That was just lovely.

Tell that
to Thomas Fletcher.

Megan!

Deedee brought
that to me today.

I found out where
Megan kept it hidden.

The other girls told me.

I'm so sorry, honey.

Maybe it's not too late
to get you back into the finals.

After what they did
to you, forget it.

"He touched my hair,
the back of my neck.

"I felt sick.
My hands went numb.

I couldn't catch
my breath."

Sound familiar?

Who else knew
about this diary?

Ashley and Ellen.
And now me.

That explains their
similar language.

Here's one.

"Went to see Back to
the Future with Joyce.

First in the school
to see it."

It's not Megan's diary,
it's her mum's.

A lot of dog-eared pages.

She's been getting off
on her mum's pain night after night.

It's how she survives
between victims.

Or pageants.
Where she can inflict

the most pain
on the most people.

And we took all that
away from her.

My mum killed herself.

With pills.

You try to make sense
of it.

Then you just move on.

No one could ever
hurt me like she did.

Your mum will move on.

Yeah. After a while,
she'll move on...

If you take that dive.

It sounds cold,
but it's the truth.

Your mom really kill herself?

Oh, yeah.

Silly Cal, right?

I know about the diary.

Now, that's good.
Anger.

It means you feel something
other than pain.

She could never stand it
if I had a hair out of place.

She'd go to bed for days.

There'd be no food.

She wouldn't talk.

No wonder
I never met my dad.

Look.

If you really want
to hurt your mum...

And her bloody
pageant...

No one does that stuff
better than me.

"Teenstyle" magazine
would like to thank

all of our participants
for making this pageant

a special occasion
for all of us.

In just a moment,
I'll be handed...

She shouldn't even
be back here, you know.

Well, it's the best
I could do, you know,

to get her down
off the ledge,

'cause, of course,
I didn't have a shrink handy.

And now,
after all the talent,

after all the poise
and beauty,

we come to the big moment.

Who will be
Miss "Teenstyle" Magazine?

Whose face will grace
next month's cover?

Our third runner-up
and second-place winner is...

Miss Oregon,
Emily Tunney.

Congratulations.

Our first runner-up
and second-place winner is...

Miss Connecticut,

Megan Cross.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Texas is your winner!

Congratulations.

Isn't she beautiful?

Miss "Teenstyle" Magazine!

Beautiful!

Congratulations.

How you doing?
You all right?

He touched my hair,

the back of my neck.

I felt sick.

Where did you get that?

Here love.

Mom.

I found it in your closet.

She was telling your story,
wasn't she?

I'm done with pageants.

Well, honey, I know
this hurts right now.

Oi!

Will you knock it off.

I'm not doing this
anymore, mom.

I'm not putting on a fake smile
to music I don't even like.

I'm not--I'm not pretending that
I want to save the world. I'm--

you can't do this to us.

Us?

Or me?

I'll see myself out.

Oh, sorry there.

It's a gift from Fletcher.

A grateful soccer mum.

Is there anything
you want to talk to me about?

What, you mean like--
about my dead mother?

If you like.

No, I just--
I come in here,

I was looking
for someone to play with.

Are you sure there's
nothing you want to say to me?

Look, Anna...

No, we can talk about it
anytime, really.

Anytime you want,
you know?

How about now? You good?

Now? Talk about it
right now if you want.

Come here, ball.

Lightman said you were a big help
reading the crowd the other day.

Big help?

He actually said that?

Look, he wants you
out of the lab

and onto the street, Eli.
That's why he cleaned your desk off.

To do what? He hasn't
told me anything.

Make it up.
Do what he does.

I already applied for a job,
at the Pentagon.

Pentagon?

Lightman's former employer?

Yeah.

You're really gonna do this.

If I get the gig,
I'm history.

Yeah. Big help.

He actually used those words.

Oi, hey.

Hey.

I'm warming up dinner.

Oh.

Whose cat?

What's wrong?

It was a joke...

Love.

When people tell a joke,

all right,
it's polite to laugh.

Did you have
a bad day?

I spoke ill of your
grandmother today.

Really?

Yep.

I've never done that before.

Well, I mean,
I wouldn't forgive you

if you killed
yourself, either.

It wasn't her fault,
you know.

I mean, she was...

She was an ill woman,
you know, she was...

You know...

Out to lunch.

Ooh. So...

Not her fault.

Look at those fingers go,

like little hummingbirds...

They are.

What's that, then?

It's, um, a forward
to your book.

Really?

Yeah. You want to hear
the first part?

Yeah, go ahead.

Uh, "it's not easy
growing up in a hoe

"where someone knows
your every thought.

Or thinks they do."

A lot of pressure, then?

Eh?

You don't have to use it.

It's lovely.

Then why do you look like
you're about to throw up?

Well, 'cause now I got a forward and,
you know, no book.

Meow?

Yes, please.