Pretty Little Liars (2010–2017): Season 1, Episode 17 - The New Normal - full transcript

Previously on Pretty Little Liars.

- Have a good day.
- Hey, if you need a place to stay...

There's an old couch in my basement.

- My mom will never know.
- It was there a second watch?

- Was anyone else keeping time?
- It was a tie, Paige. You and Emily tied.

You need to be home, where you're safe.

You could chain me to this porch, and I'd
still never touch you like that again.

I just got off the phone with
Mrs. Potter's housekeeper.

Mrs. Potter had a heart attack.

Paige?

I'm sorry, Emily.



I just wanted you to know that.

- I think maybe you're being framed.
- What changed your mind?

I think somebody might be trying
to do the same thing to me.

So, this is what a real date
with Ezra Fitz looks like.

Lead the way.

I gave your mom the museum ticket.

- Why would you do that?
- 'A' has something on me. And...

'A' has something on all of us, Hanna.

Okay, so, your sister's
pregnant. How'd that happen?

I figure pretty much the usual way.

It's not really a "how" question;
it's more of a "why" question.

Well, I mean, I guess Melissa could
have gone all maternal, but I doubt it.

This is so creepy.

- Where are they now?
- Philadelphia. Shopping.



What do you think this means?

I don't know, but Toby
wanted us to have it.

There.

It's in braille, so...

You want to see this, Aria?

No. I can see just fine from here.

Okay.

The first letter's a "B".

- "A".
- It's an "A".

I think it's gonna tell us who 'A' is.

"D"?

"B", "A", "D".

"Bad."

That's the whole message? "Bad"?

- Uhm, what's it supposed to mean?
- It means you got punked.

Toby doesn't trust us. I don't blame him.

You guys, we have to figure this out.

This might be a joke, but
it could be something real.

Well, look, either way, Toby's not the enemy.

You know what, guys? I'm gonna go.

What was that all about?

How should I know?

Pretty Little Liars 1x17 - The New Normal

- Doesn't look like very much.
- Well, it's all we have.

The rest is gone.

You know, mom, Mrs. Potter
doesn't need that money anymore.

No, but we can't keep it.

No, not keep it, but I don't know...

maybe we could give it
to somebody who needs it.

I love you for thinking that, but I
just want this nightmare to be over.

I'm putting the money back in the
safe deposit box. What is left of it.

- I'll see you tonight
- All right. Bye, mom.

I left a wake up call for nine.

Do you want something to eat?

You mean this is one of those
basement breakfast places?

You know, I don't know how
long we can keep doing this.

Well, it won't be long.

You'd go back to your foster parents?

Not a chance. But, I've almost
saved up enough to get out to Arizona.

I have a friend in Flagstaff.

You gonna miss me?

Well, it was nice knowing when something
goes bump in the night, it's you.

What have you got to be afraid of?

Forgot this.

Honey? Put on gloves if
you're gonna do the dishes.

Right.

Hey.

Hey.

I can't do this anymore. Last night,
after I left, I felt awful.

I'm sorry for what I did
and... what almost happened.

I should have figured it out. At
least I should have listened to you.

Yeah, well, it was terrible, but...

All I could think about was my mom.

- I'm sorry. I was so mean.
- Well, I had it coming.

No.

I was thinking, 'A' could have
given that ticket to my mom,

but they made you do it
just to make it hurt more.

You know, I want to say
that it's all 'A''s fault, but...

I'm the one who gave your mom that ticket.

And I don't like knowing
what I'm capable of.

Yeah, but you didn't go through
with it. Okay? That's the difference.

It was a silent auction, and a private
book signing, and coffee with the author.

I really liked his early work; that
book about the teacher in Newark.

So, do you want coffee with Leonard
Adams and an autographed book?

Count me in.

What was the name of the Newark book?

- Loose leaf.
- That was good, wasn't it?

Well, why don't you come with us, Ella?

How many people can you bring?

- As... as many as I want.
- Well, come with us, Ella.

All right, I will.

You know, Aria might be right about this.

Toby does have every reason
to give us a hard time.

I suppose, but that's just not the
feeling that I got from talking to him.

- Do you know what I mean?
- Yeah, I do.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What is with you and the Artful Dodger?

- Who?
- Caleb.

I thought that thing at
the swim meet was a one-off.

- It was.
- We just saw you talking to him.

And you gave him something that
looked like a wet oven mitt.

- Okay, it was his hat.
- What are you doing with his hat?

Why shouldn't I have his hat?

Hanna, maybe you're looking for something a
little edgier after Sean.... but this guy is dark.

- Spencer, he's not that dark.
- He's dark enough.

- Well, he's no Arthur Dodger, whoever that is.
- Yeah, he's just... had it tough.

Are you two on speaking terms again?

Of course we are.

You need to be really
careful about that guy.

Well, it seems to me we had this
conversation once about Toby.

I'm looking for coach Fulton.

Is the coach expecting you?

The coach is avoiding
me. That's what the coach is doing.

- Are you a parent?
- Yes, I'm a parent. Nick McCullers.

- My daughter is Paige McCullers.
- I have your daughter in English comp.

I'm Ezra Fitz.

- The coach. - I'll tell you what. Why don't
we walk down to the principal's office

and see if we can't find coach Fulton?

I've seen the principal, and all I got was
a lot of politically correct double-talk

about the agenda in this place
that's penalizing my daughter.

Taking opportunities away from her and giving
them to someone who doesn't deserve them.

Everybody gets a fair
chance here, Mr. McCullers.

We go out of our way to make
sure that that's how it works.

My girl is the best
swimmer on that team,

and you can't give it to
somebody just because...

You're in a cafeteria, Mr. McCullers;
filled with kids trying to have lunch.

I don't think that's the
audience you want, is it?

Hello, Mrs. Marin. I'm James Leland.

Have a seat, Mr. Leland. I'm sorry, my regular
assistant didn't make your appointment.

All I know is, you need to speak to an officer.

I'm Esther Potter's nephew. She died recently.

Yes, I'm sorry. She was a loyal customer.

I'd like to talk to you about her
accounts, her safety deposit box.

Actually, we were under the impression
Mrs. Potter had no living relatives.

She certainly was the last of the Potters.

But her sister married my grandfather
up in Syracuse, where I'm from.

I think technically that
makes me a great-nephew.

Yes.

Well, the State Revenue Agency
will need to see your ID

before I can release any information or
give you access to the safe deposit box.

- I thought so.
- Yeah.

- I brought copies.
- Oh... Good.

Leland & Daley?

Yes, we're architects.

I will get these to the Revenue Agency.

It's a little late in the
day to expect a response.

I have business in the area.

I'm here for a few days.

- My cell number's on there.
- Of course.

Were you and your aunt... close?

For most of my life she was a
birthday card with a $5 bill in it.

But, she never missed a birthday.

I understand.

How about you? How well
did you know my aunt?

My great-aunt.

She came in once a year.

- Like Santa claus.
- Huh.

She was very sweet.

When I called, they told me that you
had spoken to her just before she died.

I'd like to know what you thought of her.

- I don't know what I could tell you.
- We could talk about it over drinks.

I don't know.

Consider it. You've got the number.

I will get these to the Revenue office.

Thank you.

Listen, I didn't know my dad was coming.

He wanted to know how
somebody could beat me.

He wanted to know if I slacked off,
but I didn't. You know I didn't.

I told him we tied but you got the slot.

- Because I'm gay?
- No.

I didn't say anything. He must have asked
around, but I didn't tell him. I swear.

I have to go to class.

So you can't make it to any
of the teacher conferences?

No, I can do them, I just need to
reschedule them for tomorrow.

Well, you don't have to see all of them.

You should meet her French teacher, Mr.
Carinci, and... oh, are you going to meet Ezra?

- Ezra?
- Ezra Fitz, her English teacher.

Aria's crazy about
him, and I can see why.

He's very smart, he's
attractive, sensitive.

Does he also play guitar?

Not that I know of, but he does
know how to handle a loose cannon.

- Today, Nick McCullers showed up.
- McCullers, from the library board?

Same one, with the very same paranoia.

He was about to launch into the gay
agenda, right there in the cafeteria.

Ezra totally calmed the waters;
completely defused the situation.

- It was something to see.
- Mm, well, I'm sorry I missed that.

You should meet him. You'll like him.

- I'm late.
- Listen, Ella.

I thought maybe we could just pick up
from where we left off. Maybe next Friday?

Sure.

Oh, I can't. I'm actually going to a
book signing with Ezra. Leonard Adams.

- A... Adams? I thought you hated Adams.
- I liked his early stuff.

- Rain check?
- Yeah, rain check.

Toby?

Can I talk to you a second?

I can't talk.

Something's up with the D.A.

The lawyer's driving me
over to my dad's office.

Just tell me... Was that
supposed to be a joke?

Were you just trying to get
back at me? Because if you were...

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about what
I found in my book.

The braille that you wanted me to have.

- That was no joke.
- "Bad"?

The whole message was
"bad". What does that mean?

Am I supposed to go buy an
old Michael Jackson album?

You're reading it wrong.

I can't do this now. Come
back Saturday, in the morning.

Jenna's out at her flute lesson.

I think you're taking
a big chance with this guy.

Okay, I am a very good
judge of character.

Is that why you fixed
Aria up with Noel Kahn?

Noel Kahn had everyone fooled.

Maybe Caleb is the same.

It's... only Hanna.

I wasn't asking you who
you were on the phone with.

Do you want the last bit of
cobbler? I can just... bring it up for you.

No, thanks.

Okay.

- What do you mean, "only Hanna?".
- It's my mom.

Things are still sub-zero around here.

Did you tell her about
Paige's dad coming to school?

No point. She'll say it's my fault
for choosing a disgusting lifestyle.

Paige is such a knob.

- I don't think it's all her fault.
- What do you mean?

What's going on between you and Aria?

It's nothing you have to worry about.

You were snarking at each other
like you were on a reality show.

"The Real Teens of Rosewood".

Oh, tell me about Toby.

He says we have what
he wanted us to have.

It's the right message,
I'm just reading it wrong.

He wants me to come
to his house Saturday.

Are you going?

If I don't, how are we
gonna figure this out?

I'm shut out with Melissa and Ian.

- Where are you?
- What do you mean? I'm right here.

Any fire truck you can hear at
your house I can hear at mine.

Oh, my God. Are you in his apartment?

Are you on the bed?

No... not on the bed.

- Is he there?
- No... not exactly.

Is he taking a shower?

He's getting take-out for dinner. And
this call's becoming very 1-900.

"To talk to a hot English teacher, press 3."

Call ending now.

- Tomorrow?
- Yeah, tomorrow.

- Hey.
- Hi there.

- Sorry it took so long.
- It's okay.

Looks like Rose of Sharon
has been discovered.

Big crowd at the take-out counter.

I meet your dad tomorrow.

I know.

I was thinking this is
gonna be a bit more complex

than the usual parent-teacher discussion.

I mean, I can see your mom's
a colleague; she's safe.

But your dad is your
dad; which is complex.

You will like him, he'll like you, just...
be your normal incredible self.

What is he after?

He's probably just
what he says he is.

- A nephew cleaning up
after a distant relative. - Probably?

I'll know more after the second Martini.

Hello.

Caleb. Wow.

Hello, Mrs. Marin.

- Hanna thought it was about
time you and me met. - I did?

I did. Uhm... mom, this is Caleb.

Rivers.

Nice to meet you, Caleb.

Mrs. Marin, you have a lovely
home... from what I've seen of it.

Caleb is new to Rosewood this year.

They brought me in to class the place up.

I see.

Hanna, can I talk to you for a second?

- Is he some sort of rebound from Sean?
- What?! No!

I don't want you alone
with him in the house.

Go out. If you're gonna
study, go to the library.

- You let me study here with Sean.
- Well, I knew Sean.

Sean was a minister's son. Sean
called you "Hanna-Banana".

I'll get that for you.

- Hi.
- Hello. I'm looking for Mrs. Marin.

Come on in.

She's in the kitchen with Hanna.

- Hanna...?
- Her daughter.

- Are you her son?
- No, I'm just the guy who opens the door.

Mr. Leland... this is my daughter Hanna.

- Hello.
- Hello, Hanna.

Oh, I forgot to get
your signature on this.

It's just part of authorizing you
to look at the safety deposit box.

Sure.

Thank you.

Okay.

- I won't be late.
- Okay.

What are you doing coming
to the front door like that?

I thought it was a better
way to meet your mom

than her tripping over
me behind the furnace.

Yeah, but just knocking on the
door? I mean, why couldn't you ask me?

- You would have said no?
- Well, my mom thinks you're trouble.

- And you don't like her new boyfriend.
- He's not her boyfriend.

He's a customer at the
bank. Some architect from Syracuse.

- Really?
- What do you mean "really"?

He had a crappy plastic pen.

- So?
- So, architects draw for a living.

They tend to be pen snobs;
strictly Mont Blanc and beyond.

- Why does he creep you out?
- He doesn't creep me out.

Yes, he does. You get
a bad vibe from the guy.

- It's complicated.
- Tell me.

I like complicated.

Aria does a great deal
of independent reading.

You can see she's excited
by the idea of fiction.

It's one of the things that
makes her such a good student.

- So, you're taking my wife out.
- Uh... sorry?

Well, you're going out with my wife.

To... some book event?

Right, right. The
book signing next week.

It's an event for an author
we both like. Leonard Adams.

Leonard Adams...
Do you... do you think he's good?

I like some of his stuff very
much. Ella's a fan, too.

Well, I think he's a
fake. Very overrated.

He has his critics.

He certainly wouldn't fit in to what
I'm trying to do with Aria's class.

Is he really your idea of a good writer?

Well... I like a lot of writers,
for a lot of different reasons.

Ella used to hate him. I mean...

I can remember she threw his latest
novel clear across our bedroom.

She was so angry.

But, uh, look at you. You've
turned her around.

How'd you manage to do that?

A... silent auction.

For charity.

When are you supposed to see Toby?

Tomorrow, while Jenna's
at her music lesson.

- Take it.
- No. No, you take it.

The storm has passed.

What was going on with you two?

- Okay, so, you know how I went
to that museum with Ezra? - Yeah.

Well, 'A' tried to get Hanna to ruin it.

Ruin it how?

'A' gave me another ticket and
made me give it to Aria's mom.

God Hanna... why didn't you tell
us what was happening?

Well, I tried to stop it.

I mean, her mom's car didn't just stall.

Caleb fixed it to keep from getting
there. And that's why I owe him.

Yeah, and he's the one who's been
breaking into vending machines at school.

I mean, he's practically living there.

In school?

Well, they found his stuff, so
he's not sleeping there anymore.

He's sleeping in my basement.

- Wait. Rewind that a little for me.
- Does your mom know?

- No, but it's just for a couple of nights, so...
- A couple of nights? Are you crazy?

Guys.

It fits perfectly.

Let me just pull this over it.

And... you know, the length
looks great. It's beautiful

I want it to be perfect.

He likes lace.

I'm not misinterpreting.

I'm telling you, your dad came in like
he wanted to chop me off at the knees.

And I'm telling you that's not my dad.

No, I recognized him from the picture you
showed me of everybody on the glacier.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

I'm trying to act like I'm
not in love with his daughter,

and he's acting like he wants to
challenge me to a duel over your mother.

- I don't understand.
- I do. He hates me.

- He doesn't hate you.
- He hates me, or he's crazy.

No, he does not hate you. He couldn't.

Then he's crazy.

Pam.

- Oh, hey, Ella. How are you?
- I'm okay. I was gonna call you...

but then I saw you were coming in
for the parent-teacher conferences.

I just want you to know that the school is
not gonna be bullied by Nick McCullers.

- Everybody here loves Emily.
- What about Nick McCullers?

Uh, well, he came in making a big deal
about how he thinks Emily's getting

special treatment because she's gay.

Everybody knows Emily's the
better swimmer, except McCullers.

He came here to school and said that?

In front of everyone; students, teachers.

- Was Emily there?
- She was.

Hello?

Hello?

You better put that back.

- Put it back where you got it or she'll
know you were in here. - I'm sorry.

- I knocked. The door was open.
- I heard you, but I couldn't answer the door.

I was on the phone.

My lawyer called. The D.A. is
dropping the charges against me.

They're not gonna charge
you with killing Alison?

I didn't get the details, but he
said the blood evidence was corrupted.

The district attorney can't
go to trial without it.

- They're finished with you?
- Not finished.

They can charge me anytime they find
new evidence, but, for right now, I'm free.

Once I get this ball and chain off my leg.

I'm waiting for my dad to take
me to the courthouse for that.

I could drive you.

If you want me to.

So, your mom didn't believe you
when you said Leland was shady.

You don't sound very surprised.

I'm used to that. That's why
I called Syracuse University.

Talked to a nice lady at the school of
architecture about how I was thinking of

applying, and did she know a local
guy named James Leland.

Wait, you just called up and asked?

People love to talk.

And guess what? James Leland went
to S.U. and opened an office in town.

- See? He's legit.
- Yeah. He was a pretty good architect.

Right up until he dropped
dead two years ago.

Introducing James Leland.

Wait, no... my mom said his ID Checked out.

Right. You ask a computer, "is James
Leland related to this Potter lady?"

Computer says yes, but you didn't ask
if James Leland was still alive.

Knowing the right questions is better
than having all the right answers.

Toby?

Mr. Dugan called with the
good news. Did you hear?

- He told me. - We can get that awful thing
off your leg right now. The cab's waiting.

That's all right... I've got a ride.

Emily.

No, it's me.

Spencer.

It's really very nice
of you, but I'm here now.

I'm going with Spencer.

I see.

Hanna, the man's ID checked out.

'Kay, well, it checked out because there
was a James Leland related to Mrs. Potter...

but this isn't him. This is somebody else.

If I tell the state people some
story about the man being an imposter,

it'll just draw attention; which we do not want.

Okay, but we have to do something.

I'm not doing anything based
on what this boy Caleb says.

Leland's coming to the bank this afternoon;
I will show him the safe deposit box.

And... we will go from there.

- All right, well, call me when he leaves.
- I will.

Hey. I thought you were
gonna be gone all day.

Oh, change of plans.

Good. I'll take you and
Mike out for dinner later, okay?

Hey, dad?

- How were the parent-teacher meetings?
- Oh, they were fine.

And, you know, I really like that
one teacher; your French teacher.

- Well, how do you like Mr. Fitz?
- He was okay.

Okay?

All right, listen, I'm
gonna tell you the truth.

- I thought he was a lightweight.
- What do you mean?

Well, there's just not a lot of depth there.

Boy, that's... that's funny, 'cause
I like him. He's a good teacher.

Yeah, well, I can see why
he's a hit with the kids.

I mean, he's a nice-looking
guy, he's easygoing, and...

he does that boyish smile thing a little too
much, but I figure that must work for him.

What's that thing about
judging a book by its cover?

Yeah, well, sometimes you can get a pretty
good idea of what's inside based on the cover.

- Well, you know he's published.
- Online journals aren't published.

"Published" is ink and paper.

Well, you were with him like, what, half
an hour? I'm in his class every day.

Yeah well, every English department has
one... full of charm and promise. It's...

Look, I understand that you and your
mother see more of him than I do, but

perhaps that's why I
have a clearer perspective.

What's mom have to do with this?

Well, she's not immune to that kind of charm.

This book signing thing he's taking her to...

That's not just mom. Half of the teachers
in the English department are going.

Well...

Listen, when Mike comes home
we'll pick a place for dinner.

Three thousand dollars?

Three thousand, two
hundred seventy-five.

It's funny...

You don't have expectations, and
then you end up having expectations.

The family myth was that aunt Esther
had a lot of cash socked away somewhere.

A lot more than three thousand.

The bank doesn't encourage people
to keep cash in safe deposit boxes.

So, she spoke to you about
keeping money in here?

No. We never talked about it.

Who else besides you would
have access to this box?

Any officer.

Of course, you'd have to have the
customer's key, or the master, like I used.

What are you thinking?

Just thinking.

Where do you bank, James?

In Syracuse?

- Where do I bank?
- Your personal accounts, business accounts.

What's the name of your bank?

It doesn't matter.

The rules on access are
the same; industry-wide.

Call them and ask?

They have Saturday hours, don't they?

Like I said, it was just a family myth.

- Great meet, guys.
- Way to go, Sharks!

Come here.

I don't need a ride. My car is in the parking lot.

No, I need to ask you a question.

I need to know something
before I talk to the school.

Talk to the school about what?

Is it true what Aria's mom told me
about Mr. McCullers coming to the school

and saying you got some kind
of preferential treatment?

- I don't want to talk about it.
- Emily, is it true?

- I mean, is this true? Because...
- Yeah, it's true.

Why didn't you tell me?

You really don't know
why I wouldn't tell you?

It's because I know what you think
of me. I know what you'd say.

It doesn't matter who I am. I better get
used to people looking at me only one way.

Nick.

Hello, Pam.

We need to talk.

I was wondering when
I'd hear from you.

This isn't personal. You deal with your
family problems any way that you want.

This is about what the school
is doing to my daughter.

Yeah... it's about your daughter.

It's about you trying to make her
into some kind of professional victim,

and using my daughter to do it.

- I didn't expect you to understand.
- Oh, I understand.

I understand that you always
thinks there's someone else to blame

when things don't go your way.

- Okay, you're upset.
- No, not yet. But I'm getting there.

My daughter never got
anything she didn't earn.

That's how we raised her. That's
who she is. So you drop this, Nick.

Drop it, or I'll show you
what a real agenda looks like.

Mom. Are you okay?

I'm fine. Come on, I'll take you home.

My car's in the lot.

Right. Okay, so I'll just meet you at
home when you get there.

Mom...

Emily...

I still don't understand... but I love you.

You are my child and
nobody hurts my child.

I'm so sorry if I...

You could just keep going.

If that's what you wanted.

They could pull me
back whenever they want.

Anyway, I don't like running.

I've done too much of it.

Well, you could start to get your life back.

I'm not so sure I want it back.

Not the way it was. I have
to make some changes.

I figured out what the message means.

Braille uses the same symbols
for letters and numbers.

It wasn't B-A-D, it
was the number 2-1-4.

What does that mean?

- I don't know.
- Toby?!

I heard Jenna in her room. On
the phone, talking to somebody.

I don't know who, but
they were talking about you.

Talking about me?

Jenny used the embosser
attached to her computer.

And I slipped in and made a
rubbing of what she printed out.

2-1-4. Does that number
mean anything to you?

It could be anything. A house
number, an area code...

We have to figure it
out. For both our sakes.

Are you afraid of Jenna?

I was.

I still have to be careful not to cross
her. She's got the power in that house.

But... I'm not afraid of her
the way I used to be.

That makes her nervous.

You make her nervous.

I do?

I think she's afraid of you, and
the rest of Alison's friends.

All of you who were there
the night of the fire.

Listen, it's like your mom said, my dad is
always looking for somebody to blame.

I have to go home. My
mom's waiting for me.

Right. Your mom's waiting.

God, why is everything so easy for you?

Easy? What planet do you live on?

I've spent most of my life
trying not to feel the way I feel.

I come out, and they ship my first
girlfriend off to God-knows-where.

And now maybe she's done with me.

So, yeah, it's all about
Emily. All Em, all the time.

Don't tell.

Hey, not all of it. My mom will notice.

Tell her it's evaporation.

Walk me home?

Uh, so maybe your mom will let
me hang around on the surface now?

Mm, I thought you were in
such a hurry to get to Arizona.

Arizona will be there
whenever I decide to show up.

Thank you, for today.

You're welcome.

- Are you 'A'?
- Excuse me?

Somebody called for an estimate. Said you
had some kind of infestation in your basement.

Only name they left
was 'A'. Is that you?

Uh, no. You have the wrong house.

Mr. Fitz, this is Byron
Montgomery. I'm Aria's dad.

Look, I'm sorry about how our meeting
went. I owe you a make-good on that.

I've read your stories and I'd like to talk
to you. So, maybe we could have a beer?

Give me a call, okay? Thanks.

So, you want an egg roll?

Sounds good.