Scream Queens (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 8 - Mommie Dearest - full transcript

- Previously on "Scream Queens"...
- What the hell?

Am I the baby that was
born in Kappa that night?

There is something so weird
about the Hag of Shady Lane.

We have to figure out who that woman was.

You work fast.

I paint them all.

We are murderers

hell-bent on revenge.

Tell me what happened to the baby.

Come to my office, alone.

Well? "Well" what?



You scheduled this meeting;
that means you talk first

and I do my best to try
to pretend to listen.

You know why I'm here.

You told me if I helped
you get out of that asylum,

you'd tell me what happened
to the baby in the bathtub.

Did I?

Really?

Wow.

I have no memory of that.

I mean, look, I was
probably high on Klonopin

at the time, so you can't really hold me

to anything I might have said.

Besides, it's not really important anymore,

because Feather is the Red Devil Killer.



This never did

have anything to do
with what may or may not

have happened at Kappa 20 years ago.

Look, I'm sorry

that your little theory didn't pan out.

But come on, cheer up.

This is what college
is all about...

Trying out new things and ideas,

learning how not to be afraid to be wrong.

There is one thing I
know I'm not wrong about.

That you are going to ignore

what's really going on at this school

until it personally sneaks up behind you

and stabs you in the heart.

I saw that movie

50 times!

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Two on one?

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

Wait a minute, are...

are you supposed to be

Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia?

When I was a junior, I spent a year abroad.

I had an affair with a beautiful
Eurasian man named Chon Wi Ha.

He was a grand champion in the
illegal Hong Kong fighting pits.

Blood sport, they called it.

I taught him everything
I knew about making love.

And in return,

he taught me how to fight.

The homosexual lifestyle is not destructive

to the fabric of American society!

The Voting Rights Act

should be authorized in every state!

And the Affordable Care Act

does not require people to eat broccoli!

Come on, boys.

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I hope you fat heifers did your homework.

Zayday is the killer,

and that walking jawline,
Grace what's-her-nuts,

is in on it.

All this started when they
walked into this house.

I need them convicted,
fried in the electric chair,

and I want it now.

I need to know what you found out. Go.

Okay, Chanel, I have some grade-A Intel.

I was rooting through

Zayday's drawers,

and look what I found.

Zayday is on the pill. That's not a clue.

But guess who else is on the pill? Grace.

And if you look closely here,

you can see that their cycles are synched.

And you know what else is synched?

Their thirst for murder.

I mean, you know what they say.

Those who pill together kill together.

No one, in all of human
history, has ever said that.

Okay,

I know for a fact that
Zayday is the murderer

and she's planning on killing again.

If you rearrange the letters

in Zayday Williams' name, you get...

"I may slay Liz Daw!"

What? Who is Liz Daw?!

I don't know.

But clearly,

Zayday is contemplating slaying her.

If she's the next victim, we
need to find her and help her.

All of these clues are terrible.

I guess it's like Daddy always says:

"If you want something done right,

pay someone a lot of
money to do it for you."

Now...

why don't you all

strap on some oat bags and go poop

huge green turds in the street,
like the sad old mares you are.

What are you doing?

Haven't you heard? I moved in.

I live with

you dumb hos now.

So what exactly are you saying?

I'm saying Denise
Hemphill ain't gonna spend

another night sleeping in

the Secure Enforcement
Solutions Patrol Car,

giving herself a whore's bath

every morning with a handful of Wet-Naps

when there's a perfectly
good bedroom upstairs

that nobody is using just 'cause
some dumb ho got murdered in it.

Hey, girl.

So, I'll sleep in the dead girl's room

and do my best

to not dwell on the fact

that there's a big old
bloodstain on the floor.

Oh. And they got one of
those NutriBullets downstairs.

I've always wanted to try this recipe

for a smoothie called a Hormone Helper.

It's fine.

You can stay in the house.

No, I mean, what are you doing right now?

I am frying up some mozzarella sticks.

You know a woman's face got
fried off in that, right?

Wait, hold on. Nobody changed the oil?

I doubt it. We don't
really "eat" around here.

I question why this
house even has a kitchen.

Listen, I want to ask you a question.

If you had all the money in
the world, what would you do?

I'd buy Sandals.

What? I said all the money in the world.

Do you not own a pair of sandals?

Not sandals. Sandals.

That party island that's
in all the TV commercials.

I'd buy that,

and then work there as a security guard.

Wait. You'd buy an island
and then work on it?

Settle down. Just part-time, okay?

The rest of the time, I'd
lay around on that beach,

drinking and looking sexy.

Ooh, and then I'd order the staff around.

I'd be like, "Hey.

"Go on the other side of that island

and get me a pineapple."
And they'd be like,

"Right
away, Ms. Hemphill, right away."

Then I'd be like, "Mm,
don't worry about it.

"This pineapple
right here is just fine.

I just wanted to see if
you would do it, Winston."

Listen...

what would you say if I offered you

a ridiculous amount of
money if you could prove 100%

that Zayday is the Red Devil?

Well, what you mean by "ridiculous"?

'Cause I can get pretty ridiculous.

Close your eyes and picture the
largest number you can imagine.

$1 million.

That's seriously the largest
number you can imagine?

$3 million!

Okay, fine.

Listen... open your eyes.

What would you say if I told you

I'd give you $3 million

if you could prove Zayday is the killer?

I would say, "Denise Hemphill

"from Secure Enforcement Solutions

is on the case!"

My mother used to say that
smugness gives you wrinkles.

Oh. Was I being smug?

Sorry, I thought I was just being right.

Let me lay out a hypothetical for you.

In this state, there's
no statute of limitations

for homicide.

Now, hypothetically, if
I was at Kappa that night,

and I did, hypothetically,

cover up this hypothetical
negligent homicide,

I would hypothetically not be responsible

for that girl's death.

But I would hypothetically undoubtedly

be an accessory after the fact.

So when these murders started up,

even if I hypothetically
thought they were related

to the events of 20 years ago,
I couldn't, hypothetically,

start offering up information to the...

hypothetical police, or
anyone else, for that matter,

because I risk, hypothetically,
implicating myself.

Hypothetically, of course.

So instead, you'd let him
just keep killing people,

your students,

just to protect yourself.

I just figured...

that eventually someone
would shoot the bastard.

Now it's different,
because they came after you.

Hell yeah, it is!

This school could survive
a few serial killings,

but I really don't think
that this university

could handle losing me.

Neither can I, frankly.

This is the name

of the girl who died in the tub.

But that's not enough.

I need to know everything.

What happened to the baby?

Where are all the other
girls who were there?

I don't know.

Cover-ups like this only work

if everyone has tiny bits of info.

One of the girls took the baby.

I don't know where she went,
what happened after that.

This name is all I have.

The rest, as they say,
Sherlock, is up to you.

What? Is there a problem?

No. It's just...

are you sure that that's her name?

Because my mom's name was Mulligan.

Th's what my dad told me.

Do you know what I find the
most appalling thing about you?

You act like you are this
benevolent champion of justice,

when really,

at the end of the day,
this is just about you

finding out who your mommy is.

I want to stop these murders!

But I also have a right to find out

if I'm the reason they're happening.

Do you know why I went into therapy?

Because the less we know
about ourselves, the better.

Rummaging around in your life...

It's like digging through a landfill.

Sure, you may happen upon
something interesting,

but you're gonna get filthy.

No, no, no, no, no!

Crap. I'm gonna kill that dumb bitch.

Whoa. What dumb
bitch you gonna kill?

The girl at Candle Junction

who evidently doesn't understand
the concept of a "22 for

the price of 20 sale."

So I'm like, "Well, now my year is ruined."

Fascinating.

Listen, let me ask you
a couple of questions

about Zayday Williams.

Zayday? She's really nice.

There's no way she's the killer.

Damn. Why you say that?

Total lack of evidence.
She displays none of

the characteristics of a serial killer.

She's kind, she's responsible,

she has a great set of social skills

and a healthy network of friends.

I have no reason to
believe she's the killer.

I got three million reasons
to believe she is the killer.

Well, except there was that one time.

She could tell

that I wasn't fitting in

with the girls at Kappa House,
so she told me this story.

I definitely know what it feels like

to not be one of the cool kids.

There was this group of girls at my school.

They called themselves The Peacocks.

They were rich and wore
all the nicest clothes.

And then one day, one of them
told me, the following day,

I should dress up in my fanciest outfit

and sit with them at lunch.

So what happened?

They spent the whole time

making fun of my outfit,

talking about how cheap my clothes were.

And you know how desperate I was?

I sat there and laughed
right along with them.

But it was that day I decided
I was gonna figure out a way

to get revenge on entitled
little rich girls everywhere.

And not just a little revenge.

Real revenge.

She said that? She said, "Real revenge"?

You know, I didn't think
anything of it at the time,

but now looking back on it,

I guess she could be a serial...

Could be what?

A serial killer?

Hey, there.

You know, maybe next time,

you should check the
bathroom before you decide

to tell personal stories
about your suite-mate,

because I heard every
single thing you said.

Yeah, Jennifer!

As for you, Ms. Hemphill,

I'm getting real tired of your nonsense.

You make me wish I was a serial killer

just so I could knock
off your black ass next.

If you want to accuse me of something,

walk your ass down to the police station

and get yourself a warrant.

Until then,

you better stay away from me, you hear me?

That goes for both of you.

Anyway, so I went back

to the Candle Junction
at the Three Hills Mall,

and the girl was like, "Sorry.

"We did have Mrs. Claus's
Cinnamon Browneye in the back.

"It was just hidden behind
a whole bunch of stuff

because it's seasonal."

Seasonal?

Anyways, the first thing you're
gonna notice about this candle,

like the Rita Moreno Daiquiri Hangover,

is that it has a sturdy wick.

Guys, I'm recording.

Sorry.

So, as far as fragrance goes,

I get a lot of pine
alongside the peppermint,

which is so sophisticated

and part of what makes this
holiday series so special.

See? You can already tell
from the quality of the wax

that this candle is gonna
have a nice even burn.

And believe me,

that's exactly what you're
gonna want as the holidays

roll around.

So, what's the verdict
on this one, you guys?

Shocker!

I give it... five stars.

All right, ladies, I want to
update you on my investigation

into proving that Zayday
Williams is the killer.

I... got...

nothing.

Excuse me?

Except for the fact that she gave me

and that weird candle girl
some real bad stink-eye,

then told us to leave her alone.

But that's all I got.

My investigation has been lacking

in the financial resources department.

Right now, this whole thing has
been funded out of my pocket.

So I was wondering if I
could get a little advance.

Let's say ten percent
of that three million?

Fine.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a date with my
boyfriend Chad Radwell.

Tonight's our Night of a
Thousand Compliments Night.

What does that mean? We
sit across from one another,

fully clothed, and he
compliments me a thousand times.

You got a hot mouth.

Thank you.

That mouth would look even
better if it was kissing

all over my rippling
pecs and my rock-hard abs.

Okay, Chad, that's you
complimenting yourself.

That outfit...
Amazing.

Thank you.

That outfit... it
would look even better

just rolled up in a little ball

in the corner of my bedroom.

Okay, Chad, that's not a compliment.

That outfit looks super absorbent enough

to wipe down this hot bod
after an hour-long bone sesh.

These aren't compliments, Chad!

I'm trying! Okay?!

Compliment Night is...
sort of a work in progress.

Right, right. Hold on.

That $300,000... how
exactly am I gonna get that?

I don't know. Call Bachmann, Selz & Selz.

They're my family's money managers.

Ask for Elaine. She's my point person.

Right, but is there any way
they can give it to me in cash?

What is that smell? Does anyone
else smell something burning?

Yeah. What is that?

My God!

There has to be something.

If I had a Social Security
number, then maybe.

But otherwise, this girl's a total phantom.

No. This cannot be another dead end!

We have her name.

There has to be a photo of her online

or a relative we can find or something.

That's my mom.

I-I know it. I can just feel it.

Ever since this all started,
I've known that I was that baby.

When I was little...

I would talk to her.

And I could just feel her there with me.

A benevolent spirit.

But there was also a sadness there,

a longing, some unfinished business

that was keeping her from moving on.

That's why I came this
school and joined Kappa.

Because I had this feeling
that I could finish it for her.

This is that business.

We need to find my mom and end all of this.

Dear strange, odd, candle-loving Jennifer

needs to be the final victim.

The madness needs to end.

Okay, okay, so maybe
the name isn't step one.

Maybe we need another step or
two before it becomes helpful.

What do you mean? The Hag of Shady Lane.

We figured that she must have been

the girl who took the baby that night

and tried to take care of it.

But after a couple of years,
she disappeared, right?

Yeah, she probably ran away or something.

She was a hag.

She dug through Dumpsters for food

and robbed milk trucks for a living.

How far could a woman like that get?

Okay, but then what happened?

What happens to all crazy people?

They get arrested or... locked up

in an insane asylum.

Hey. Hi. Uh, do you remember us?

Do you remember a girl who
came in here about 20 years ago?

The Hag of Shady Lane?

She would have wailed a lot,
maybe had a baby with her.

Yeah.

Gigi?

Oh, my God. Gig's the Hag of Shady Lane?

Wait. I-I...

Wait.

Two babies?

Boy and a girl.

Good evening.

It is with a very heavy heart

that after the continued
deaths on this campus

and the mounting evidence that they are,

in fact, the work of a serial killer,

I regret to announce the
suspension of all operations

here at Wallace University,
effective immediately.

This evening,

at 8:00 p.m., out on the main quad,

under a peaceful oak tree,

there will be a moment
of silence for Jennifer...

Or as she was more popularly known,

"That very unusual girl with
the really odd candle fetish."

Wicks up!

Congratulations,

Red Devil Killer.

You have won.

I will have no further
comment at this time.

This is an outrage!

My whole life is ruined!

Kappa House is officially done,

which means we can't throw
any more awesome parties

where people almost die or actually die,

which means I can't be popular,
and Chad is going to leave me!

You have to fix this.

You have to prove that Zayday

and that pencil-necked Grace
are the killers, and do it fast.

You do realize we're
detectives from Scotland Yard?

Yeah. Duh!

Therefore, we have no jurisdiction

in the United States.

Ms. Oberlin, you have to understand,

the only reason we're here

is because we were told you had information

regarding a death threat
against the Duchess of Cambridge.

First of all, I'm an American.

I don't have to understand anything.

And furthermore, I do have information

regarding a death threat
against the Duchess of Cambridge.

If you don't prove that Zayday
and Grace are the killers,

I'm gonna kill the Duchess myself.

See, I'm not sure if you're aware, but...

I'm rich. Stupid rich.

And I'm prepared to pay
handsomely to get what I want.

And what I want is to see Zayday

and that talking bowling
ball on a stick Grace

rotting in prison for
the rest of their lives.

I don't care

what you toothless inbreds have to do

to make that happen,

just make it happen!

Now, do we have a deal?

Gracie!

Perfect timing.

I was just about to cook
us up my mother's famous

falafel enchiladas.

It's an old family recipe
which fits perfectly

with the sort of vague,

- enigmatic quality of my skin tone.
- You're an liar.

I want the truth about everything,

and then we're going to my dad together

and you're gonna confess
it all... to him, too.

- Is this real?
- Yes.

Because that is you.

It's so weird. It does
kind of look like me.

What's with the two babies though?

Wait. Are you trying to hint

that you want your dad
and me to have babies?

Because that is... so sweet.

It was drawn 20 years ago by a woman

in the Palmer Asylum for the Insane.

She remembers you being
there with two babies.

Honey, have you been smoking ayahuasca?

Because pass the dutchie

on the left-hand side, sister.

I want some of whatever
it is you're smoking.

I know that the picture
isn't proof of anything,

which is why I went looking for more.

I called the Kappa National Chapter,

and they e-mailed me

your resume and application
for the job as president.

Honestly, they must
not have read it at all,

because it is full of
complete fabrications.

Everyone exaggerates
on their resume, Grace.

Ooh, funny that you didn't
list the one true thing

we found out about you. What's that?

According to the enrollment
files at the time,

you were a student right
here at Wallace University.

But you dropped out after
your sophomore year for

"medical reasons."

But coupled with this picture,

adds up to went nuts because
she was somehow involved

with the death of a fellow student.

So you're accusing me of being a murderer,

or an accessory to murder,

because I lied on my
resume, and 20 years ago,

a crazy person painted a picture

of a girl who sort of looks like me.

Pretty flimsy.

Well, it will at least be enough

to keep you away from my dad.

Well, finally the truth.

Look, hon...

you never had a mom, you know?

Someone who can talk to you gal to gal,

show you what's what.

If you did, she would explain to you

that all the pressures you've
been under the last few weeks,

plus the fact that your
dad's finally dating,

has left you feeling a little... unmoored.

It's all happening way too fast.

And you have been just looking to hold on

to the one thing in your
life that makes you feel safe

and like a child again: your dad.

And now you're trying to
get rid of both stresses

with one slice of the knife,

so to speak,

because if I'm the killer,

then the murders stop
and you get your dad back.

I don't think that's gonna
be my dad's take on all this.

Oh, I think my fiancé trusts me.

Fiancé?

Mm-hmm. Oh, I didn't show you?

Beautiful, no?

You'd better stay away from my dad.

Or what?

You gonna kill me?

Well, Ms. Oberlin, Detective Baxter and I

have concluded our
investigation and we've turned up

some very interesting facts indeed.

Someone has, in fact,
contemplated killing you,

if not attempted it outright.

Who?

Your very housemate, Libby Putney.

You know her as Chanel #5.

Chanel #5's
real name is Libby Putney?

Number Five is a frequent visitor

to what we call the Deep Web,

where she hosts several active chat rooms

with such names as:

"Does Anyone Want to Help
Me Poison Chanel Oberlin?"

Hey, stupid foreign idiots,

I didn't ask you to dig
up dirt on Chanel #5.

Yes, but she's clearly
intent on killing you.

I don't care! What I asked you to do

is prove that Grace and
Zayday are the killers!

With regard to Ms. Williams,
there's no evidence whatsoever

that she's been involved in
the campus murder,

or, indeed, in any illegal activity at all.

Will you please stop peppering
your speech with "indeed"?

The same can be said for Grace Gardner.

There's no history of
suspicious or criminal activity.

The same cannot be said,
however, for her mother.

Wait, what?

Yes. As it turns out, her mother has

quite the criminal record.

I knew it.

Looks like the bitch apple

doesn't fall far from the bitch tree.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Grace is the killer.

And this file proves it.

No, no, she just got here.

I love you, too.

What did she tell you?

That she's... worried about you.

I'm worried about you.

How could you get engaged?

Why wouldn't you talk to me about it first?

Hey, no, I-I would never do that to you.

Look, I'm still a little confused

about what happened, to tell you the truth.

We were hanging out here, just...

watching The Price Is Right,
and she was like...

Hey, would it be too much for you

if I ran to the mall and picked up

a couple things for this place?

Nothing big.

I just, I don't know,

I feel like it could use a woman's touch.

Mm-hmm. Um, sure, yeah.

Sounds nice.

I don't... I don't want you to think

I'm, like, moving too fast

or trying to cramp your bachelor lifestyle.

- What?
- I'm not.

No. Of course not.

Who am I, Hugh Hefner?

You're not Hugh Hefner.

I know. Please, I would
love for you to do that.

Cramp away.

And then she came home
with an engagement ring.

What? And those lamps,

which I actually kind of like.

They are actually really nice. Right?

I mean, I always felt
like something was missing

over there, but now it just, it
feels, like, super homey here.

Dad, you can't marry Gigi.

Honey, who said anything about marriage?

She was so excited about the engagement.

I didn't want to bum her out,

so I figured if I played along with it...

you know, it would lead
to some mind-blowing sex,

which I was totally right about. Dad, Dad!

Dad! Oh, my God, please, stop.

Just believe me when I
tell you that Gigi is crazy.

No, she's quirky.

Look, I promise you

that I will not get really serious with her

without talking to you about it first.

You're still my number one girl, Gracie.

How am I supposed to believe that?

I know it must be hard for you
to see me with someone else,

but it's been 16 years.

Don't I deserve a little happiness, too?

Wait.

Gigi must have known Mom...

which means you must have known Gigi.

Which means...

What?

What, you think I have something
to do with these murders now?

Hey, please, Gracie, you're
making yourself crazy.

Look, just stay away from me, Dad.

Come on.

No, Dad, stay away!

Hello, Grace.

Why don't you have a seat?

We need to discuss the manner in which

you intend to turn yourself
in to the authorities.

I think it can be done
in way that will save

this house and this university
a lot of embarrassment.

What the hell are you talking about?

You look all sweet and cuddly,

but I know for a fact you're the killer.

Deep down,

you're a ruthless criminal,
just like your mother.

Here are the facts.

Your mother was elected
Kappa House president in 1995

on a campaign platform that
largely consisted of a pledge

to make "Waterfalls" by TLC
the official Kappa House song.

"Waterfalls" is my jam!

Kappa!

She really had a whale
of a time that night,

because she ended up hooking
up with one of the douche bags

at the party,

a douche bag by the name of Wes Gardner.

What?

I'm not sure if she got
knocked up that night

or a couple days after,

but almost exactly nine
months later, she had you.

No. No, no, that's-that's not possible.

You always suspected you were the baby

in the bathtub, didn't you?

But it didn't quite add up, did it?

This, however, does: your
mother changed her name

from Bethany Stevens to Mary
Mulligan in a feeble attempt

to put the sins of her youth behind her.

But I guess popping you out
drove her off the deep end,

because that's when her criminal record

gets really interesting.

She was arrested for
shoplifting, petty larceny,

grand larceny, drunk driving
with a baby in her lap,

drunk driving with a baby on top of her car

and possession of methamphetamine

with intent to distribute.

Obviously appalled, your douche bag father

sued for custody and won.

Your saint of a mother died a year later.

She was driving drunk, obviously,

and decided to wrap her car around a tree.

That's a lie. My dad said
that she died in a fire.

Fiery car crash.

He probably wanted to spare you the pain

of finding out who your
skank mom really was.

See, do you want to know my theory?

You thought you were
the baby in the bathtub,

so you decided to come
back to Kappa Kappa Tau

and kill everybody.

Well, guess what, Grace?

You're not the baby.

So you can stop murdering everybody

and accept the fact that
your dumb dead mother

was nothing more than a
drunk, degenerate slut.

Then we will pick up all
the trash off the freeway.

There's a couple of blind
dogs down at the pound

we're gonna read the newspaper to.

Excuse me? No, we're not.

You can bet your creamy white ass we are.

Things gonna change around Kappa House

now that Denise Hemphill is in charge.

Since when are you in charge?

Since I weaseled my way
into living in this house.

Is that my dress?

Why are you wearing my clothes?!

The bigger question is:
why are you the same size

as a 40-year-old
woman?

And you know what?

I don't know what brand of G-string

it is you use,
but-but-but I feel like

angels are flossing my butt crack.

So, thank you.

This is insane!

You have no right to root
through our possessions

and steal our things.

Shut up and sit down.

I'm am housemother, and as housemother,

I can do whatever I want.

Housemother?

What are you talking about?!

Chanel, it's a coup.

What's going on here?

Wh... What in God's name are you wearing?

Chanel, she's wearing my clothes!

She's wearing my underwear!

Oh, shut up, Number Five.

Your underwear's probably relieved

to be touching actual human genitals.

I don't know what
you're attempting here,

but I call the shots.

I'm house president.

Co-president.

Chanel,

Mama Denise is in charge now.

We're gonna step into

the nearest bathroom and have
a nice little heart-to-heart,

just me and you.

Nearest bathroom? What? What is going on?!

Let me drop a little advice
on your rich, blonde ass.

I heard about the mean things you said

to Grace about her mama.

What I said to Grace about
her mother were facts.

That don't matter.

You can't go around
insulting somebody's mama.

Even if she was the
worst bitch in the world,

you can't go around saying it to everybody.

But her mother was the
worst bitch in the world.

So what?

Everybody had a terrible mama.

Hell, my mama was terrible, mean as dirt.

But if somebody else said

my mama was a ho,

I would knock they damn block off.

What am I supposed to do, apologize?

That's exactly what I want you to do.

Over my rich, hot, dead body.

Fine, then I'll just place a booty call

to Chad Radwell and make
him my full-time man.

What?

That's right.

In the past, as you know, Chad has enjoyed

our sexy role-play
story-time sessions.

And I wouldn't mind making
them a little more frequent.

That's right, Chanel.

You will say you are sorry to Grace

and start changing the way
you're treating the ladies

at Kappa House,

or Mama Denise will take your man.

Fine.

Yes, that's your mom,
right there in the middle.

What about all that horrible stuff

Chanel told me about her?

About how big of a bitch she was?

About you literally having to
sue to get me away from her?

Well, all of that is mostly true.

I was gonna tell you

the truth eventually, but you just

got so attached to the fake story.

I figured, why upset the apple cart?

So our house never burned
down? No, that was true.

I burned it down to cover up
any evidence you might find.

Grace, don't you see now?

How important you are to me?

I committed arson. For you.

To protect you.

And don't you see now, huh,

why I didn't want you
to join that sorority?

You are the best of both

me and your mom.

And that place was the worst of her.

The best of her?

It sounds like there was
nothing good in her at all.

Grace, we-we were so young.

We were only a couple years older than you.

All I ever wanted was for you to have

your own wonderful life.

I worked my ass off for that, and I'm sorry

if that included me lying
to you, but I am your father.

Okay?

And I got to decide what
I thought was best for you.

Mom was there that night.

At the party.

So were you. And you knew that all along,

and people were getting
killed and you never told me.

I was trying to protect you!

I've always done nothing
but try to protect you.

But now you see that you can't.

You can't protect me from who I really am.

I am my mother's daughter, Dad.

What does that mean? It means I would stay

far away from me if you
want to protect yourself.

Babe, are you okay?

I just saw Grace running out.

Yeah. She's upset.

Weston.

Can we talk honestly?

That girl has been

slowly falling apart
ever since she got here.

I know college kids have a lot of pressure,

but I really think Gracie

has this superwoman complex, you know?

And her inability to keep her
friends from being picked off

one by one like little Indians

is throwing her dangerously off course.

She just needs to calm down.

Have you seen her grades?

I asked Munsch to pull her file.

She's got a 1.4 GPA.

Oh, wow.

She's failing out of school, Weston,

and if you don't start
taking some real action...

And I mean real action...

Like maybe even...

committing her or something,

then you are really
failing her as a father.

Is that how little you trust me?

Actually, no.

That's how little I trust you.

Why are we here?

Are you wearing a wire to try to
get me to admit I'm the killer?

I'm not.

Actually, Daughter of Sam...

I came here to apologize.

Ambushing you with that
stuff about your mom was mean.

Even by my standards.

You see,

I have an awful mother, too.

Even worse than yours.

Happy Oberlin is a monster.

I'm the youngest of three children.

My oldest brother, Harvard Oberlin,

was born with cradle cap.

She disowned him the moment she saw him.

My sister Muffet became

the family's great shame when
she joined the Peace Corps.

Yuck.

And then I burst onto the scene.

I was Mommy's perfect little angel.

Mommy said I was a
prodigy at firing nannies

and top of my class at destroying

people's self-confidence,
although they don't

out grades for that for some dumb reason.

The worst was when she didn't let me go

to my high school graduation
because I had a bad zit.

Not fair.

She said my deformity
would embarrass the family.

She really does sound awful.

But don't you see? We
all have mommy issues.

A healthy attachment to their mother,

they never feel safe in t world.

That's why I
joined a sorority...

To create a space that could fill the void

my mother carved out of me.

I mean, Kappa's like the mom we never had.

No, Chanel. Kappa is
like the mom you did have.

You're not healing anything
with the way you run Kappa.

You're just continuing the same pattern.

How are you any different than your mom?

I'm a work in progress, okay?

Maybe I have to get
all this bitch out of me

before I can be the Al me.

I mean, maybe the reason
we came in each other's lives

is to help us deal with our mom stuff.

You by pretending to be nice
and innocent so I can see

what of a bitch I am, and
me by telling you about

your real mom and how
heroically awful she was.

I think you can admit
that you're better off

now that I told you.

But your intention wasn't
to make my life better.

It was to destroy me.

Look, I mean it.

I'm sorry, okay?

Thanks.

Sorry.

What?!

Mind if I work in?

Yeah, sure.

You need a spot?

If you don't mind.

Light weight.

I think that's Joaquin Phoenix.

Strong, handsome.

Hello?

Look, I can't live like this, okay?

All I do is work out and kill people.

Where do you think I am? I'm in the gym.

Yeah, I'm wearing a disguise.

What do you think, I'm an idiot?

Look, I'm totally incognito,

I'm blending right in.

Look, Gigi's the problem, okay?

She's the one that got us into this,

and now she's blowing our brand.

I mean, who shows up in
a Justice Scalia costume?

Yeah. She said she got
it at the discount bin

at the Halloween store.

Hey, bro. You think I
could get your autograph?

Sure.

Listen, Gigi's got to go. Okay?

She's the weak link.

- We got to get rid of her now.
- Thanks, bro.

- Hey, I loved you in Gladiator, man.
- Yeah.

We take her out, and then
we finish what we set out to do.

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