Tell Me Lies (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging - full transcript
Hey, Lucy. It's been a while.
Merry Christmas, James.
Does he come by here a lot?
Oh, I don't know
what you consider a lot.
I was alone with my dad,
and then he just died.
Found out later my mom had been out
fucking that guy James.
The mom cheating on the dad
while he's dying?
This was some really,
really strong work, Lucy.
Your girlfriend's texting someone else
right in front of your face.
What?
Pippa doesn't know about the accident.
Sorry, dude.
I, I really thought he told you.
- DREW: Told me what?
- He told Pippa.
- You need some help, dude?
- I got it.
- I'm trying...
- Drew, stop!
Drew was there the night
Macy had her accident.
Stephen knows.
He's threatened me not to tell you.
I wouldn't be with him
if I didn't want to be, so just stop it.
- I don't know why you keep protecting him.
- You know why.
Nobody knows that you were in that car.
Drew doesn't even know.
He should not be here.
STEPHEN: You're absolutely right,
but there's nothing we can do about it.
♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Get on top, sit on top
midnight's hitting and we're on top ♪
♪ You cry I spit on top ♪
♪ I will just drill then
spill one million drops ♪
♪ About to let you drop ♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Hit it and quit it ♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Hit and quit it ♪
♪ Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
[knocking on door]
♪ She's stunned by the word ♪
[music stops]
- WOMAN: Andrew Wrigley?
- Uh, yeah.
My name is Sharon.
I work in the office of dean of students,
and this is Officer Dan.
May we speak with you for a few moments?
Uh, is there something wrong?
That's why we're here, actually.
To make sure nothing's wrong.
What's this about?
SHARON:
Why don't we talk in your dorm?
How you doing, Drew?
Fine. Good.
What about your classes?
Uh, yeah, good.
SHARON:
I took a look at your transcripts.
You had a tough first semester.
Uh, it's been hard adjusting.
Guess I wasn't prepared
for the college workload.
We received this a few days ago.
Can you tell us anything
about what's in the letter?
Uh, I don't know anything about this.
SHARON: Do you know
why someone would send it?
I have no idea.
I didn't even know Macy.
Okay.
Thanks for speaking with us.
Just to be clear,
you're not in any trouble.
We're looking into it,
and we'll let you know
if anything arises.
If anything a-arises?
I thought I wasn't in trouble.
For now, yes.
But we have an obligation to look into it.
If you're telling the truth,
it should be fine.
♪
- Hey.
- Oh, my God.
You scared me.
You feeling okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
Hey, have you heard from, uh, from Wrigley
the past couple days, or Drew?
No, not really.
Why?
I don't know, no reason.
You still wanna get food, in town?
Yeah, I'm so sick of my meal plan.
[Lucy chuckles]
What?
- Give me the towel.
- No.
STEPHEN: Please?
No.
Please?
♪
Jesus.
♪
♪
[moans softly]
♪
♪
[people chattering]
Oh, Lucy.
Hey.
How are you?
Uh, Max, this is Stephen.
Stephen, Max.
- Nice to meet you.
- What's up?
- LUCY: How have you been?
- Great, yeah.
Uh, you know. You good?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm good, good.
Great, well, I, uh, I better be going.
But it was nice to meet you, Stephen.
Yeah, you too.
See ya.
I've always wondered about
the people that live here.
The locals.
What's that guy Max do?
Um, his family owns Stella's,
and he manages it.
Hmm.
How does he know you?
I, I went in there a few times,
first semester.
And you hooked up with him?
Yeah.
A lot?
Just a couple times.
You were a lot busier back then.
[Stephen sighs]
I bet he liked you.
He did, yeah.
[moans softly]
Did you let him fuck you?
Yeah, I did.
I wanted him to.
[moans]
What was that like?
It was good.
Anytime I called him, he'd basically drop
anything he was doing to come and fuck me.
Hmm.
[Lucy moans]
And he always wanted
to be sweet with me.
He'd only be rough with me
if I begged him.
[Lucy moans]
Did you beg him?
Sometimes.
STEPHEN: Yeah.
He liked it when I was on top of him
so he could see me.
And then when we were done fucking,
he didn't wanna let go of me.
He just wanted to keep holding me.
[Lucy panting]
I don't need to hear
about fucking cuddling.
Are you actually upset right now?
No.
[email chimes]
♪
♪
What is it?
Um,
it's just a weird email from my professor.
She wants me to come see her tomorrow.
Do you know what it's about?
It's probably nothing.
Hey.
Just looking for Bree.
PIPPA:
She's in the laundry room.
We're gonna go study at the quad.
Yeah, she invited me.
Oh.
[zipper zipping]
Look, if you're worried
that I'm gonna tell someone
what you told me, I'm not, okay.
About Drew.
Don't worry, I'm not mad at you.
Wow, thanks.
BREE: Hey.
Sorry, that dryer takes forever.
You guys ready to go?
Yeah.
[people chattering]
[keyboard clacking]
Wow.
Lucy, you should try
to go see the Amber Palace
when you're in India this summer.
- Look at this place.
- Oh yeah, maybe.
I might not go till next summer, though.
Really?
CHARLIE: Yo!
Hey, come sit with us.
I'm actually getting food with Kelly.
Oh, cute.
That's why you didn't
come home last night.
I'll see you guys later.
Okay.
LUCY: Bye.
Bye.
BREE: Bye.
CHARLIE: Hey.
So are they like dating, dating?
Or just hanging out?
For sure hanging out.
It's been, like, three days.
I don't know, they spent
the last two nights together.
So why are you postponing
your trip to India?
I don't know, I've just
been thinking about it
and it just might be nice
to stay close this summer.
Where's Stephen gonna be this summer?
I don't know.
Depends on what internship he does.
But somewhere in New York, right?
Somewhere close?
Yeah, probably somewhere in New York.
That's too bad. I know that trip
was really important to you.
Well, fortunately, India will
still be there next summer.
I double checked.
Well, I'll be waitressing
in Jersey all summer.
Very excited.
WRIGLEY: Hey.
Hi.
WRIGLEY: You look pretty.
[chuckles] Thanks.
Are you gonna be ready
for dinner in time?
I've got reservations in 20 minutes.
Oh shit, I forgot.
I am, I'm so sorry, so sorry.
That's okay.
No, I'm an asshole.
Just... I just have to pack this stuff up
and drop it off and change.
Just give me 10 minutes.
Pippa, it's fine, it's fine.
You're way too nice to me.
♪
[door opens]
Come on in, Lucy.
Hi.
Have a seat.
W-What's... is everything okay?
Unfortunately, I don't think it is.
An issue has come up with your short story
we work shopped in January.
Okay, what?-what kind of issue?
Baird requires I run everything
through plagiarism software.
I don't think you wrote that story, Lucy.
What? Yes, I did.
It appears almost verbatim
in a LiveJournal
posted two years ago.
I didn't want to, but I am required
to report any hits
to the student disciplinary council.
Baird takes plagiarism really seriously.
I did not plagiarize that, I swear.
It's from my LiveJournal.
I, I... I had it in high school,
that's when I wrote it.
You can't plagiarize yourself, can you?
Can you prove you wrote it?
It's an anonymous thing.
I can, I can try to get the log in info,
but I don't even have
that email address anymore.
I'm afraid I can't help you
with no proof.
I want to help you, but my hands are tied.
No, I can prove it.
I, I, I promise
I can prove that it's mine.
How?
Because its, it's true, it's all true.
I... it's not fiction.
I was just writing about my life, and...
and all that stuff actually
really happened to me.
If it's true, I'm sorry
that happened to you.
But the only way I can see out of this
is if you can actually prove
the LiveJournal is yours.
Can you do that?
STEPHEN: Wow.
You said your mom did something shitty,
but that is definitely very fucked up.
I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
It's not a story I like telling people.
Oh yeah.
When I told Max about it,
he just told me I was depressed.
So you already talked to Max about this?
Yeah, yeah, I did,
but it was a huge mistake.
And it was over Christmas break
when you weren't really... around.
Fuck.
I just don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I, I, I've tried to log in to that account
a million times,
and it's, it's just useless.
And I just don't think
anyone can fix this.
[sighs]
Bullshit.
I'm gonna help you figure this out.
You're not getting suspended over this.
But how do I prove anything?
Nobody else knows about this.
Your mom knows about it.
You call her, you tell her
to come to the school
and talk to your professor
and tell her it's true.
The story's mostly about her.
No, I can't do that.
Give me one reason why you shouldn't?
Because it would destroy her.
She's... she'd be humiliated.
You do not know her,
she's, she's not a strong person.
And that's your fault?
Did someone force her to go fuck some dude
while your dad died right in front of you?
She brought this on herself.
It's not on you to pay for it.
Why won't you take my advice?
I'm the only one trying to help you.
You really think
that's what I should do?
You think that'll help?
Yes, I do.
I mean, fuck, you can't
get yourself suspended
to avoid hurting her feelings.
You're right, you're right.
[sniffles]
Yeah, you're right. I'll call her.
I'll call her.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone rings]
CJ: [on phone]
Hey, is everything okay?
Why would you ask that?
CJ:
Just, um, well, you never call.
Yeah, can you, can you come to campus?
I just, I just need
your help with something.
CJ:
Why? Hey, what happened?
If you just come here, I'll, um,
I'll, I'll explain everything to you.
Please?
CJ: Lucy, I can't drop
everything last minute
with no explanation.
What's going on?
I know where you were when Dad died.
[door close]
[keys jingling]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Uh, Evan will be right back.
He just went to go drop a paper off.
All good.
Is that Nemerov's class?
Yeah.
I took him freshman year too.
- Do you like him?
- You don't have to do this.
Do what?
Pretend like you want to know
if I like my professors,
or anything else about me,
for that matter.
That is a strong reaction.
Just being honest.
STEPHEN: I was just being nice.
Yeah?
But you're only nice
if there's a reason for it.
Hmm.
I didn't realize I'd made
such an impression on you.
Well, don't worry.
I don't think about it much.
Good.
I'm still paying it off, you know.
It cost me $300.
What did?
The camera.
Do you remember, the lake house?
[door opens]
Yo!
I thought you'd be
in class all day, sorry.
It's all good.
We were just talking about you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Uh...
- Let's go get some food?
- Yeah, sure. Okay.
- Okay.
- See you later.
- Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
So yeah... nobody else
could've written it.
Lucy's telling the truth.
MARIANNE: I really appreciate
you coming here, Mrs. Al bright.
And so quickly, too, thank you.
When I asked Lucy for proof,
I certainly didn't intend
to put you through this.
I will talk to the committee.
I will get this dismissed.
[people chattering]
Are you okay, Mom?
I had no idea that you knew.
I'm so sorry.
I don't even know where to start.
I, I shouldn't have made you do that.
No.
I don't want you to get
in trouble because of me.
The last thing that I would wanna do
is hurt you or your sister,
you know that, right?
I just really miss him.
So do I.
It's not because I wasn't
in love with your dad.
I was just... so lonely,
and
I felt like I'd already lost him.
But... it makes me sick
knowing that I hurt you.
[people chattering]
STEPHEN: Hey.
Hi.
STEPHEN: Hi.
You okay?
Yeah, Stephen, this is my mom.
CJ, nice to meet you.
Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too.
How'd it go, how was the meeting?
You okay?
Yeah, it was, it was okay.
We sorted everything out
with Marianne, so...
Good.
You can tell me about it.
Let's go get some coffee.
Uh, I think that Lucy and I
still have some stuff to talk about.
- Yeah.
- You need a few more minutes?
- Um, I think...
- I was just asking Lucy.
Yeah, yeah, I'll come find you.
Okay, you sure?
Yeah.
Okay, just let me know when you need me.
It was nice to meet you, CJ.
I've heard so much about you.
Okay.
LUCY: Okay.
So.
Is that the guy you're seeing?
Yeah, it's my boyfriend.
Oh, boyfriend.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize that...
Are you happy?
Yeah, I'm, I'm really happy.
- He's amazing.
- Hmm.
Why are, why are you asking that?
No, I was just wondering,
I was wondering.
I'm your mom.
I just want you to
be with a good guy.
Of course, he's a good guy.
I just, I thought he was
a little rude to me just now.
He wasn't being rude.
He was protective, because he knows
how upset I am about all of this.
So now I'm not only being
scrutinized by your teachers
but also by a 20-year-old boy
who doesn't know anything about me?
Yeah, well, I, I had to talk
to somebody about it.
You know how much it's killed me
to keep this to myself?
How much I wanted to vomit
every time I saw James Davenport's
smug fucking face?
Okay, you don't have to talk
about him like that.
What? What are you talking about?
He was Dad's friend, look what he did!
Yeah, but what, what he and I did.
Um, I have something...
I have something to tell you.
James and I started seeing each other
a couple months ago, again.
And I was gonna tell you guys
when you came home from school.
And I'm so sorry for hurting you.
You know this is fucked up.
You know that this is so fucked up.
Lucy, please, if you saw...
I, I hope he was fucking worth it.
♪
♪ Music playing on laptop ♪
♪
[line ringing]
VOICEMAIL:
Hi, it's Lucy, leave a message.
♪
[music stops]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Can I talk to you?
STEPHEN:
Uh, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Um... what's up?
What you told me about Wrigley,
are you sure he told Pippa?
- You think I'd lie to you?
- No, dude, of course not.
I just, I just need to be 100 percent sure
that, that she knows.
Yeah, 100 percent.
Wrigley told her.
Why, what is it?
I'm so fucked.
[Drew breathing heavily]
I'm sorry I put you through this bullshit.
- It's all my fault.
- Why are you saying this right now?
Does anyone besides Pippa know?
No.
Not as far as I know,
but, uh, Pippa talks a lot,
so personally I think
she's the worst person
your brother could've told.
Did something happen, Drew?
What's going on?
[door opens]
Oh, hey.
Sorry, I was, I was about to go.
- Everything alright?
- Yeah, all good.
Let's talk later, okay.
What was that?
Just stuff with Wrigley.
Right.
They're like their own little
soap opera, those two.
♪
♪
[door opens]
Hey.
[door closes]
Hey.
You okay?
I guess, yeah.
I tried calling you.
What happened?
I don't, I don't know.
I confronted her,
everything just came out.
Good, that's good.
It doesn't feel good.
She told me she's still dating
that fucking guy.
You know how fucked up that is, right?
I don't know, I don't know,
it's all confusing,
and, and part of me feels
really fucking bad for her.
No, no, you can't do that.
You cannot let her win.
She does not deserve it.
You weren't there.
I think I might've been
really mean to her,
and not just today.
Good, if you were, that's good.
She deserves that.
If she really cared about you,
she wouldn't be dating that guy.
Someone does something like that,
that is who they are.
The fact that she's your mom,
it's irrelevant.
Jesus, you're really
fucking harsh sometimes.
You know that, right?
I, I told Bree I'd go
to this party with her.
- I'll come with you.
- No, it's fine, you have that paper due.
You don't want me to?
Of course, I want you to.
♪
[sighs]
DREW: Okay.
[door opens]
[sighs]
[people chattering]
Hi!
Hi.
Oh careful, watch your step, it's broken.
This place is literally falling apart.
It's like a million
safety code violations.
LUCY: Hi.
Hi.
Hey, Stephen.
Hello.
[people chattering]
You upset about something?
What is going on with you?
I'm upset, Stephen.
I'm sorry if you don't think
it's justified enough.
I'm upset about my mom.
Sorry I'm not being fun enough for you.
I'm sorry.
This has been a fucking lot.
Let's get some air, yeah?
Okay.
♪
Hey, the vampire leaves his coffin.
[Wrigley chuckles]
How early did you start pre-gaming?
Did you tell Pippa about
what happened, with the accident?
Why, why would you think that?
I just need to hear you say it, man.
Well, no.
No, I didn't tell her.
You're a fucking liar.
It was fucking complicated, dude.
- It was complicated.
- You're a fucking idiot.
She's telling everybody.
What are you talking about?
She wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't tell anyone.
BREE: Stop.
[Evan chuckles]
- You're really bad.
- You lost twice.
You lost twice.
BREE: Okay.
EVAN: Two times.
BREE:
Best out of three.
[indiscernible chatter]
Hey.
You okay, buddy?
Maybe we should get you some water.
You're always too nice to me.
I really liked you.
Drew.
And everything got
messed up because of me,
and I'm, I'm sorry.
It's fine.
Hey, we're, we're fine, we're friends.
No, we're not.
Drew, you're really drunk.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey!
Hey, okay, um, careful
because there was not
a lot of mixer left.
Yeah, I'm gonna go get Drew some water.
Excuse me.
PIPPA: Are you guys okay?
Why did you do this to me?
Everybody knows what happened
because of you.
Uh, Bree, can you go find Wrigley?
BREE: Yeah.
Hey, Drew, come on.
- Let's sit down.
- No, you didn't answer my question.
Why, why did you do it?
I have literally no idea
what you're talking about.
I know Wrigley told you
about the accident.
And you wrote the letter?
What, what letter?
Fuck off.
I know what happened that night,
but I, I don't know what letter
you're talking about.
You wrote a letter to the dean about me,
and I wanna know why.
No. No, I didn't.
You're the only one who knows.
- I did not write a...
- You're the only one who knows.
I didn't write a letter to the dean.
What's going on?
He keeps saying something
about a letter to the dean?
He's saying that
the school knows what he did,
like someone told on him.
What the fuck, Drew?
Maybe we talk about this somewhere else?
You shouldn't have told her.
Now everybody knows, and I'm fucked!
What do you think's gonna happen?
What if I go to jail?
You're not gonna go to jail, alright?
Let's go, let's go. Talk about this...
- Hey, Drew, come on, let's go.
- You're not listening.
Your girlfriend did this. Do you care?
- Pippa wouldn't tell anyone.
- Drew, I didn't do anything.
- Okay? I swear, I didn't...
- No one else... No one else knows.
Just you and Stephen and her,
and obviously Stephen wouldn't tell.
He's been the only one helping me.
Wrigley, Wrigley, I swear.
Wrigley, I swear.
We're gonna,
we're gonna discuss this, alright.
But we're gonna do it somewhere else.
We're gonna do it at home, come on.
- DREW: Don't touch me, man.
- Drew, stop.
- Go fuck off.
- Drew, come on.
Get the fuck off me, man.
Fucking.
[people gasping]
Wrigley!
Oh shit.
Drew, Drew, Drew, I'm sorry.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
Back up.
WRIGLEY: Can somebody get a towel?
STEPHEN:
Back up, back up, back up.
WRIGLEY: God!
[people murmuring]
[wood clatters]
[Wrigley yells]
Wrigley, Wrigley!
EVAN: Wrigley, Wrigley, no!
[Wrigley groaning]
EVAN: Don't move, okay.
PIPPA: Move, move!
Oh, my God, fuck.
PIPPA: Wrigley!
- My knee, my knee, my knee!
- It's okay.
Call a fucking ambulance!
Oh, my God.
[people murmuring]
♪
Stephen, you know I didn't do this.
- I'm helping Wrigley.
- Just wait a second.
I did not write that.
You know I didn't write that letter.
Lucy. Come on.
Stephen.
Stephen.
♪
♪
[phone chimes]
BREE: Oh, my God.
Evan says that they're taking him
into surgery tonight.
Wait, he has to have surgery?
He already had problems with that knee.
My God.
BREE:
I really hope Drew's okay.
It makes sense now
why he was so crazy all year.
I'm just confused.
Pippa never mentioned any of this to you?
No, no, she didn't.
NELLIE: Hey.
How are you guys?
We're fine.
We're not the ones who fell off the deck.
NELLIE: No, I know.
I just know you guys were close to him.
I wonder if he'll play football again.
People are saying all kinds of shit,
like they were fighting about
something to do with Macy Campbell?
Did Stephen say anything about it?
What do you mean?
NELLIE:
Oh, I just thought I saw Stephen
outside that night at that party,
talking to Macy.
No.
Stephen barely knew Macy.
NELLIE: It was dark,
it might not have been him.
Yeah, it wasn't.
Because I was with him that night.
It was the first night we hooked up,
so I remember it very clearly.
We hung out in my dorm all night.
Okay.
Anyway, if you see Pippa,
tell her I'm sorry.
Lucy...
why would you say that?
You didn't start hooking up
with Stephen until later.
I... I know.
I, I lied to you before.
I... was worried, and I felt embarrassed
'cause I thought you guys would judge me
'cause I hadn't gone
on a date with him yet,
and I didn't...
I barely knew you guys, so...
♪
[line rings]
VOICEMAIL:
Hey, this is Stephen, leave a message.
[phone beeps]
[people chattering]
Brought some of Wrigley's stuff.
His parents just left.
They were in there
with the dean for a while.
PIPPA: I don't understand
why you don't believe me.
WRIGLEY:
Because nobody else knew.
I wouldn't do this.
You know that I wouldn't do this.
Then you must've told somebody else.
No.
I'm not gonna trust anything you say.
Can you please get out?
Please get out.
Look, Stephen knew too, okay.
Why don't you think it's him, then?
WRIGLEY: Fuck off with that,
Stephen's my best friend.
He's the only one that's been helping me
with this shit, unlike you.
You've been acting sketchy
for fuckin' ages!
All the fucking random lying?
I saw you texting someone else
at the lake house.
I'm not a fuckin' idiot.
I know everything thinks I am,
but I'm not.
I don't think you're an idiot.
Please get the fuck
out of here, alright.
This is so fucking unfair,
it's pathetic.
♪
[Evan sighs]
I'm gonna go grab some coffee.
Not walking yet, pussy?
[Wrigley laughs]
I can still beat your ass on one leg.
I swear these meds wear off
in, like, five minutes.
[sighs]
I'm sorry this happened to you.
You wanna know the craziest part?
When the dean was here just now,
he told my parents that Drew
wasn't even gonna get in trouble.
[chair rattles]
The letter that Pippa wrote,
the administration wasn't gonna do shit.
They just said they were
investigating or something,
and then Drew got all paranoid.
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
There's no way
they're letting him back in,
not after everyone saw him go crazy.
He'll be okay.
WRIGLEY: Yeah.
Saw Pippa leave.
WRIGLEY: Yeah, I mean,
you were right about her,
I shouldn't have trusted her.
♪
♪
[knocking on door]
It's open.
Hi.
How's Wrigley?
I think...
he broke up with me.
I can't believe he thinks I did this.
It's fucking insane.
I'm so sorry, can I do anything?
Do you have any idea
who could've written that letter?
No, no, I have no idea.
Look, I didn't throw you under the bus.
Wrigley has no idea
that I told you about Drew,
and I don't think you had anything
to do with this letter.
But...
But what?
Do you think
Stephen could've written it?
What? No, of course not, no.
Can you just put aside your feelings
about him for a second?
This is exactly the kind
of thing that he would do.
We don't know anyone else
who would do this.
Pippa, Stephen did not write
that letter.
He didn't, he wouldn't do that.
He has no reason to do that.
Do you not trust me?
Honestly,
I don't even know anymore.
Pippa, come on.
I'm just, I'm so fucking tired.
Pippa, come on.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
[sobs]
♪ Radio head's
Everything in Its Right Place playing ♪
[sighs]
♪ Kid A, Kid A ♪
♪
♪
♪ Kid A, Kid A ♪
♪
♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
[leaves rustling]
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
[shaky breaths]
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ Right place ♪
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ What, what is that you tried to say? ♪
♪ What, what was that you tried to say? ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
- Hey!
- Hi.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on?
I feel like I can't breathe.
- It's all my fault, it's all my fault.
- What do, what do you mean? No, no, no.
No, no, no, it's okay.
I wrote it, I wrote the letter.
- I know, I know.
- I did it.
I know, I know.
LUCY: I did it, I was
just trying to help you.
- I know you were, it's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- I was...
- No, I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry.
- I was just trying to help.
- I swear, that's all I was doing.
- I know that. I know that.
I don't understand.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
[Lucy sobbing]
I drove back here as soon as I realized
how fucking unfair I was being.
I was being so unfair to you.
I'm so sorry.
- No.
- I'm not in trouble, I'm not in trouble.
I'm not in trouble.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪ Everything ♪
♪
Merry Christmas, James.
Does he come by here a lot?
Oh, I don't know
what you consider a lot.
I was alone with my dad,
and then he just died.
Found out later my mom had been out
fucking that guy James.
The mom cheating on the dad
while he's dying?
This was some really,
really strong work, Lucy.
Your girlfriend's texting someone else
right in front of your face.
What?
Pippa doesn't know about the accident.
Sorry, dude.
I, I really thought he told you.
- DREW: Told me what?
- He told Pippa.
- You need some help, dude?
- I got it.
- I'm trying...
- Drew, stop!
Drew was there the night
Macy had her accident.
Stephen knows.
He's threatened me not to tell you.
I wouldn't be with him
if I didn't want to be, so just stop it.
- I don't know why you keep protecting him.
- You know why.
Nobody knows that you were in that car.
Drew doesn't even know.
He should not be here.
STEPHEN: You're absolutely right,
but there's nothing we can do about it.
♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Get on top, sit on top
midnight's hitting and we're on top ♪
♪ You cry I spit on top ♪
♪ I will just drill then
spill one million drops ♪
♪ About to let you drop ♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Hit it and quit it ♪
♪ Gimme some, baby gimme some ♪
♪ Hit and quit it ♪
♪ Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
♪ Just hit it, hit it, hit it ♪
♪ Quit it, quit it, quit it ♪
[knocking on door]
♪ She's stunned by the word ♪
[music stops]
- WOMAN: Andrew Wrigley?
- Uh, yeah.
My name is Sharon.
I work in the office of dean of students,
and this is Officer Dan.
May we speak with you for a few moments?
Uh, is there something wrong?
That's why we're here, actually.
To make sure nothing's wrong.
What's this about?
SHARON:
Why don't we talk in your dorm?
How you doing, Drew?
Fine. Good.
What about your classes?
Uh, yeah, good.
SHARON:
I took a look at your transcripts.
You had a tough first semester.
Uh, it's been hard adjusting.
Guess I wasn't prepared
for the college workload.
We received this a few days ago.
Can you tell us anything
about what's in the letter?
Uh, I don't know anything about this.
SHARON: Do you know
why someone would send it?
I have no idea.
I didn't even know Macy.
Okay.
Thanks for speaking with us.
Just to be clear,
you're not in any trouble.
We're looking into it,
and we'll let you know
if anything arises.
If anything a-arises?
I thought I wasn't in trouble.
For now, yes.
But we have an obligation to look into it.
If you're telling the truth,
it should be fine.
♪
- Hey.
- Oh, my God.
You scared me.
You feeling okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm good.
Hey, have you heard from, uh, from Wrigley
the past couple days, or Drew?
No, not really.
Why?
I don't know, no reason.
You still wanna get food, in town?
Yeah, I'm so sick of my meal plan.
[Lucy chuckles]
What?
- Give me the towel.
- No.
STEPHEN: Please?
No.
Please?
♪
Jesus.
♪
♪
[moans softly]
♪
♪
[people chattering]
Oh, Lucy.
Hey.
How are you?
Uh, Max, this is Stephen.
Stephen, Max.
- Nice to meet you.
- What's up?
- LUCY: How have you been?
- Great, yeah.
Uh, you know. You good?
Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm good, good.
Great, well, I, uh, I better be going.
But it was nice to meet you, Stephen.
Yeah, you too.
See ya.
I've always wondered about
the people that live here.
The locals.
What's that guy Max do?
Um, his family owns Stella's,
and he manages it.
Hmm.
How does he know you?
I, I went in there a few times,
first semester.
And you hooked up with him?
Yeah.
A lot?
Just a couple times.
You were a lot busier back then.
[Stephen sighs]
I bet he liked you.
He did, yeah.
[moans softly]
Did you let him fuck you?
Yeah, I did.
I wanted him to.
[moans]
What was that like?
It was good.
Anytime I called him, he'd basically drop
anything he was doing to come and fuck me.
Hmm.
[Lucy moans]
And he always wanted
to be sweet with me.
He'd only be rough with me
if I begged him.
[Lucy moans]
Did you beg him?
Sometimes.
STEPHEN: Yeah.
He liked it when I was on top of him
so he could see me.
And then when we were done fucking,
he didn't wanna let go of me.
He just wanted to keep holding me.
[Lucy panting]
I don't need to hear
about fucking cuddling.
Are you actually upset right now?
No.
[email chimes]
♪
♪
What is it?
Um,
it's just a weird email from my professor.
She wants me to come see her tomorrow.
Do you know what it's about?
It's probably nothing.
Hey.
Just looking for Bree.
PIPPA:
She's in the laundry room.
We're gonna go study at the quad.
Yeah, she invited me.
Oh.
[zipper zipping]
Look, if you're worried
that I'm gonna tell someone
what you told me, I'm not, okay.
About Drew.
Don't worry, I'm not mad at you.
Wow, thanks.
BREE: Hey.
Sorry, that dryer takes forever.
You guys ready to go?
Yeah.
[people chattering]
[keyboard clacking]
Wow.
Lucy, you should try
to go see the Amber Palace
when you're in India this summer.
- Look at this place.
- Oh yeah, maybe.
I might not go till next summer, though.
Really?
CHARLIE: Yo!
Hey, come sit with us.
I'm actually getting food with Kelly.
Oh, cute.
That's why you didn't
come home last night.
I'll see you guys later.
Okay.
LUCY: Bye.
Bye.
BREE: Bye.
CHARLIE: Hey.
So are they like dating, dating?
Or just hanging out?
For sure hanging out.
It's been, like, three days.
I don't know, they spent
the last two nights together.
So why are you postponing
your trip to India?
I don't know, I've just
been thinking about it
and it just might be nice
to stay close this summer.
Where's Stephen gonna be this summer?
I don't know.
Depends on what internship he does.
But somewhere in New York, right?
Somewhere close?
Yeah, probably somewhere in New York.
That's too bad. I know that trip
was really important to you.
Well, fortunately, India will
still be there next summer.
I double checked.
Well, I'll be waitressing
in Jersey all summer.
Very excited.
WRIGLEY: Hey.
Hi.
WRIGLEY: You look pretty.
[chuckles] Thanks.
Are you gonna be ready
for dinner in time?
I've got reservations in 20 minutes.
Oh shit, I forgot.
I am, I'm so sorry, so sorry.
That's okay.
No, I'm an asshole.
Just... I just have to pack this stuff up
and drop it off and change.
Just give me 10 minutes.
Pippa, it's fine, it's fine.
You're way too nice to me.
♪
[door opens]
Come on in, Lucy.
Hi.
Have a seat.
W-What's... is everything okay?
Unfortunately, I don't think it is.
An issue has come up with your short story
we work shopped in January.
Okay, what?-what kind of issue?
Baird requires I run everything
through plagiarism software.
I don't think you wrote that story, Lucy.
What? Yes, I did.
It appears almost verbatim
in a LiveJournal
posted two years ago.
I didn't want to, but I am required
to report any hits
to the student disciplinary council.
Baird takes plagiarism really seriously.
I did not plagiarize that, I swear.
It's from my LiveJournal.
I, I... I had it in high school,
that's when I wrote it.
You can't plagiarize yourself, can you?
Can you prove you wrote it?
It's an anonymous thing.
I can, I can try to get the log in info,
but I don't even have
that email address anymore.
I'm afraid I can't help you
with no proof.
I want to help you, but my hands are tied.
No, I can prove it.
I, I, I promise
I can prove that it's mine.
How?
Because its, it's true, it's all true.
I... it's not fiction.
I was just writing about my life, and...
and all that stuff actually
really happened to me.
If it's true, I'm sorry
that happened to you.
But the only way I can see out of this
is if you can actually prove
the LiveJournal is yours.
Can you do that?
STEPHEN: Wow.
You said your mom did something shitty,
but that is definitely very fucked up.
I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
It's not a story I like telling people.
Oh yeah.
When I told Max about it,
he just told me I was depressed.
So you already talked to Max about this?
Yeah, yeah, I did,
but it was a huge mistake.
And it was over Christmas break
when you weren't really... around.
Fuck.
I just don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I, I, I've tried to log in to that account
a million times,
and it's, it's just useless.
And I just don't think
anyone can fix this.
[sighs]
Bullshit.
I'm gonna help you figure this out.
You're not getting suspended over this.
But how do I prove anything?
Nobody else knows about this.
Your mom knows about it.
You call her, you tell her
to come to the school
and talk to your professor
and tell her it's true.
The story's mostly about her.
No, I can't do that.
Give me one reason why you shouldn't?
Because it would destroy her.
She's... she'd be humiliated.
You do not know her,
she's, she's not a strong person.
And that's your fault?
Did someone force her to go fuck some dude
while your dad died right in front of you?
She brought this on herself.
It's not on you to pay for it.
Why won't you take my advice?
I'm the only one trying to help you.
You really think
that's what I should do?
You think that'll help?
Yes, I do.
I mean, fuck, you can't
get yourself suspended
to avoid hurting her feelings.
You're right, you're right.
[sniffles]
Yeah, you're right. I'll call her.
I'll call her.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[phone rings]
CJ: [on phone]
Hey, is everything okay?
Why would you ask that?
CJ:
Just, um, well, you never call.
Yeah, can you, can you come to campus?
I just, I just need
your help with something.
CJ:
Why? Hey, what happened?
If you just come here, I'll, um,
I'll, I'll explain everything to you.
Please?
CJ: Lucy, I can't drop
everything last minute
with no explanation.
What's going on?
I know where you were when Dad died.
[door close]
[keys jingling]
- Hey.
- Hey.
Uh, Evan will be right back.
He just went to go drop a paper off.
All good.
Is that Nemerov's class?
Yeah.
I took him freshman year too.
- Do you like him?
- You don't have to do this.
Do what?
Pretend like you want to know
if I like my professors,
or anything else about me,
for that matter.
That is a strong reaction.
Just being honest.
STEPHEN: I was just being nice.
Yeah?
But you're only nice
if there's a reason for it.
Hmm.
I didn't realize I'd made
such an impression on you.
Well, don't worry.
I don't think about it much.
Good.
I'm still paying it off, you know.
It cost me $300.
What did?
The camera.
Do you remember, the lake house?
[door opens]
Yo!
I thought you'd be
in class all day, sorry.
It's all good.
We were just talking about you.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Uh...
- Let's go get some food?
- Yeah, sure. Okay.
- Okay.
- See you later.
- Okay.
[door opens]
[door closes]
So yeah... nobody else
could've written it.
Lucy's telling the truth.
MARIANNE: I really appreciate
you coming here, Mrs. Al bright.
And so quickly, too, thank you.
When I asked Lucy for proof,
I certainly didn't intend
to put you through this.
I will talk to the committee.
I will get this dismissed.
[people chattering]
Are you okay, Mom?
I had no idea that you knew.
I'm so sorry.
I don't even know where to start.
I, I shouldn't have made you do that.
No.
I don't want you to get
in trouble because of me.
The last thing that I would wanna do
is hurt you or your sister,
you know that, right?
I just really miss him.
So do I.
It's not because I wasn't
in love with your dad.
I was just... so lonely,
and
I felt like I'd already lost him.
But... it makes me sick
knowing that I hurt you.
[people chattering]
STEPHEN: Hey.
Hi.
STEPHEN: Hi.
You okay?
Yeah, Stephen, this is my mom.
CJ, nice to meet you.
Yeah, it's nice to meet you, too.
How'd it go, how was the meeting?
You okay?
Yeah, it was, it was okay.
We sorted everything out
with Marianne, so...
Good.
You can tell me about it.
Let's go get some coffee.
Uh, I think that Lucy and I
still have some stuff to talk about.
- Yeah.
- You need a few more minutes?
- Um, I think...
- I was just asking Lucy.
Yeah, yeah, I'll come find you.
Okay, you sure?
Yeah.
Okay, just let me know when you need me.
It was nice to meet you, CJ.
I've heard so much about you.
Okay.
LUCY: Okay.
So.
Is that the guy you're seeing?
Yeah, it's my boyfriend.
Oh, boyfriend.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize that...
Are you happy?
Yeah, I'm, I'm really happy.
- He's amazing.
- Hmm.
Why are, why are you asking that?
No, I was just wondering,
I was wondering.
I'm your mom.
I just want you to
be with a good guy.
Of course, he's a good guy.
I just, I thought he was
a little rude to me just now.
He wasn't being rude.
He was protective, because he knows
how upset I am about all of this.
So now I'm not only being
scrutinized by your teachers
but also by a 20-year-old boy
who doesn't know anything about me?
Yeah, well, I, I had to talk
to somebody about it.
You know how much it's killed me
to keep this to myself?
How much I wanted to vomit
every time I saw James Davenport's
smug fucking face?
Okay, you don't have to talk
about him like that.
What? What are you talking about?
He was Dad's friend, look what he did!
Yeah, but what, what he and I did.
Um, I have something...
I have something to tell you.
James and I started seeing each other
a couple months ago, again.
And I was gonna tell you guys
when you came home from school.
And I'm so sorry for hurting you.
You know this is fucked up.
You know that this is so fucked up.
Lucy, please, if you saw...
I, I hope he was fucking worth it.
♪
♪ Music playing on laptop ♪
♪
[line ringing]
VOICEMAIL:
Hi, it's Lucy, leave a message.
♪
[music stops]
[knocking on door]
Hey.
Can I talk to you?
STEPHEN:
Uh, yeah, yeah, sure, sure.
Um... what's up?
What you told me about Wrigley,
are you sure he told Pippa?
- You think I'd lie to you?
- No, dude, of course not.
I just, I just need to be 100 percent sure
that, that she knows.
Yeah, 100 percent.
Wrigley told her.
Why, what is it?
I'm so fucked.
[Drew breathing heavily]
I'm sorry I put you through this bullshit.
- It's all my fault.
- Why are you saying this right now?
Does anyone besides Pippa know?
No.
Not as far as I know,
but, uh, Pippa talks a lot,
so personally I think
she's the worst person
your brother could've told.
Did something happen, Drew?
What's going on?
[door opens]
Oh, hey.
Sorry, I was, I was about to go.
- Everything alright?
- Yeah, all good.
Let's talk later, okay.
What was that?
Just stuff with Wrigley.
Right.
They're like their own little
soap opera, those two.
♪
♪
[door opens]
Hey.
[door closes]
Hey.
You okay?
I guess, yeah.
I tried calling you.
What happened?
I don't, I don't know.
I confronted her,
everything just came out.
Good, that's good.
It doesn't feel good.
She told me she's still dating
that fucking guy.
You know how fucked up that is, right?
I don't know, I don't know,
it's all confusing,
and, and part of me feels
really fucking bad for her.
No, no, you can't do that.
You cannot let her win.
She does not deserve it.
You weren't there.
I think I might've been
really mean to her,
and not just today.
Good, if you were, that's good.
She deserves that.
If she really cared about you,
she wouldn't be dating that guy.
Someone does something like that,
that is who they are.
The fact that she's your mom,
it's irrelevant.
Jesus, you're really
fucking harsh sometimes.
You know that, right?
I, I told Bree I'd go
to this party with her.
- I'll come with you.
- No, it's fine, you have that paper due.
You don't want me to?
Of course, I want you to.
♪
[sighs]
DREW: Okay.
[door opens]
[sighs]
[people chattering]
Hi!
Hi.
Oh careful, watch your step, it's broken.
This place is literally falling apart.
It's like a million
safety code violations.
LUCY: Hi.
Hi.
Hey, Stephen.
Hello.
[people chattering]
You upset about something?
What is going on with you?
I'm upset, Stephen.
I'm sorry if you don't think
it's justified enough.
I'm upset about my mom.
Sorry I'm not being fun enough for you.
I'm sorry.
This has been a fucking lot.
Let's get some air, yeah?
Okay.
♪
Hey, the vampire leaves his coffin.
[Wrigley chuckles]
How early did you start pre-gaming?
Did you tell Pippa about
what happened, with the accident?
Why, why would you think that?
I just need to hear you say it, man.
Well, no.
No, I didn't tell her.
You're a fucking liar.
It was fucking complicated, dude.
- It was complicated.
- You're a fucking idiot.
She's telling everybody.
What are you talking about?
She wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't tell anyone.
BREE: Stop.
[Evan chuckles]
- You're really bad.
- You lost twice.
You lost twice.
BREE: Okay.
EVAN: Two times.
BREE:
Best out of three.
[indiscernible chatter]
Hey.
You okay, buddy?
Maybe we should get you some water.
You're always too nice to me.
I really liked you.
Drew.
And everything got
messed up because of me,
and I'm, I'm sorry.
It's fine.
Hey, we're, we're fine, we're friends.
No, we're not.
Drew, you're really drunk.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey!
Hey, okay, um, careful
because there was not
a lot of mixer left.
Yeah, I'm gonna go get Drew some water.
Excuse me.
PIPPA: Are you guys okay?
Why did you do this to me?
Everybody knows what happened
because of you.
Uh, Bree, can you go find Wrigley?
BREE: Yeah.
Hey, Drew, come on.
- Let's sit down.
- No, you didn't answer my question.
Why, why did you do it?
I have literally no idea
what you're talking about.
I know Wrigley told you
about the accident.
And you wrote the letter?
What, what letter?
Fuck off.
I know what happened that night,
but I, I don't know what letter
you're talking about.
You wrote a letter to the dean about me,
and I wanna know why.
No. No, I didn't.
You're the only one who knows.
- I did not write a...
- You're the only one who knows.
I didn't write a letter to the dean.
What's going on?
He keeps saying something
about a letter to the dean?
He's saying that
the school knows what he did,
like someone told on him.
What the fuck, Drew?
Maybe we talk about this somewhere else?
You shouldn't have told her.
Now everybody knows, and I'm fucked!
What do you think's gonna happen?
What if I go to jail?
You're not gonna go to jail, alright?
Let's go, let's go. Talk about this...
- Hey, Drew, come on, let's go.
- You're not listening.
Your girlfriend did this. Do you care?
- Pippa wouldn't tell anyone.
- Drew, I didn't do anything.
- Okay? I swear, I didn't...
- No one else... No one else knows.
Just you and Stephen and her,
and obviously Stephen wouldn't tell.
He's been the only one helping me.
Wrigley, Wrigley, I swear.
Wrigley, I swear.
We're gonna,
we're gonna discuss this, alright.
But we're gonna do it somewhere else.
We're gonna do it at home, come on.
- DREW: Don't touch me, man.
- Drew, stop.
- Go fuck off.
- Drew, come on.
Get the fuck off me, man.
Fucking.
[people gasping]
Wrigley!
Oh shit.
Drew, Drew, Drew, I'm sorry.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
Back up.
WRIGLEY: Can somebody get a towel?
STEPHEN:
Back up, back up, back up.
WRIGLEY: God!
[people murmuring]
[wood clatters]
[Wrigley yells]
Wrigley, Wrigley!
EVAN: Wrigley, Wrigley, no!
[Wrigley groaning]
EVAN: Don't move, okay.
PIPPA: Move, move!
Oh, my God, fuck.
PIPPA: Wrigley!
- My knee, my knee, my knee!
- It's okay.
Call a fucking ambulance!
Oh, my God.
[people murmuring]
♪
Stephen, you know I didn't do this.
- I'm helping Wrigley.
- Just wait a second.
I did not write that.
You know I didn't write that letter.
Lucy. Come on.
Stephen.
Stephen.
♪
♪
[phone chimes]
BREE: Oh, my God.
Evan says that they're taking him
into surgery tonight.
Wait, he has to have surgery?
He already had problems with that knee.
My God.
BREE:
I really hope Drew's okay.
It makes sense now
why he was so crazy all year.
I'm just confused.
Pippa never mentioned any of this to you?
No, no, she didn't.
NELLIE: Hey.
How are you guys?
We're fine.
We're not the ones who fell off the deck.
NELLIE: No, I know.
I just know you guys were close to him.
I wonder if he'll play football again.
People are saying all kinds of shit,
like they were fighting about
something to do with Macy Campbell?
Did Stephen say anything about it?
What do you mean?
NELLIE:
Oh, I just thought I saw Stephen
outside that night at that party,
talking to Macy.
No.
Stephen barely knew Macy.
NELLIE: It was dark,
it might not have been him.
Yeah, it wasn't.
Because I was with him that night.
It was the first night we hooked up,
so I remember it very clearly.
We hung out in my dorm all night.
Okay.
Anyway, if you see Pippa,
tell her I'm sorry.
Lucy...
why would you say that?
You didn't start hooking up
with Stephen until later.
I... I know.
I, I lied to you before.
I... was worried, and I felt embarrassed
'cause I thought you guys would judge me
'cause I hadn't gone
on a date with him yet,
and I didn't...
I barely knew you guys, so...
♪
[line rings]
VOICEMAIL:
Hey, this is Stephen, leave a message.
[phone beeps]
[people chattering]
Brought some of Wrigley's stuff.
His parents just left.
They were in there
with the dean for a while.
PIPPA: I don't understand
why you don't believe me.
WRIGLEY:
Because nobody else knew.
I wouldn't do this.
You know that I wouldn't do this.
Then you must've told somebody else.
No.
I'm not gonna trust anything you say.
Can you please get out?
Please get out.
Look, Stephen knew too, okay.
Why don't you think it's him, then?
WRIGLEY: Fuck off with that,
Stephen's my best friend.
He's the only one that's been helping me
with this shit, unlike you.
You've been acting sketchy
for fuckin' ages!
All the fucking random lying?
I saw you texting someone else
at the lake house.
I'm not a fuckin' idiot.
I know everything thinks I am,
but I'm not.
I don't think you're an idiot.
Please get the fuck
out of here, alright.
This is so fucking unfair,
it's pathetic.
♪
[Evan sighs]
I'm gonna go grab some coffee.
Not walking yet, pussy?
[Wrigley laughs]
I can still beat your ass on one leg.
I swear these meds wear off
in, like, five minutes.
[sighs]
I'm sorry this happened to you.
You wanna know the craziest part?
When the dean was here just now,
he told my parents that Drew
wasn't even gonna get in trouble.
[chair rattles]
The letter that Pippa wrote,
the administration wasn't gonna do shit.
They just said they were
investigating or something,
and then Drew got all paranoid.
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
There's no way
they're letting him back in,
not after everyone saw him go crazy.
He'll be okay.
WRIGLEY: Yeah.
Saw Pippa leave.
WRIGLEY: Yeah, I mean,
you were right about her,
I shouldn't have trusted her.
♪
♪
[knocking on door]
It's open.
Hi.
How's Wrigley?
I think...
he broke up with me.
I can't believe he thinks I did this.
It's fucking insane.
I'm so sorry, can I do anything?
Do you have any idea
who could've written that letter?
No, no, I have no idea.
Look, I didn't throw you under the bus.
Wrigley has no idea
that I told you about Drew,
and I don't think you had anything
to do with this letter.
But...
But what?
Do you think
Stephen could've written it?
What? No, of course not, no.
Can you just put aside your feelings
about him for a second?
This is exactly the kind
of thing that he would do.
We don't know anyone else
who would do this.
Pippa, Stephen did not write
that letter.
He didn't, he wouldn't do that.
He has no reason to do that.
Do you not trust me?
Honestly,
I don't even know anymore.
Pippa, come on.
I'm just, I'm so fucking tired.
Pippa, come on.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[sighs]
[sobs]
♪ Radio head's
Everything in Its Right Place playing ♪
[sighs]
♪ Kid A, Kid A ♪
♪
♪
♪ Kid A, Kid A ♪
♪
♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
[tires squealing]
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
[leaves rustling]
♪ Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon ♪
♪ Everything ♪
♪ Everything ♪
[shaky breaths]
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
♪ Right place ♪
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ What, what is that you tried to say? ♪
♪ What, what was that you tried to say? ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
- Hey!
- Hi.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on?
I feel like I can't breathe.
- It's all my fault, it's all my fault.
- What do, what do you mean? No, no, no.
No, no, no, it's okay.
I wrote it, I wrote the letter.
- I know, I know.
- I did it.
I know, I know.
LUCY: I did it, I was
just trying to help you.
- I know you were, it's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.
- I'm so sorry.
- I was...
- No, I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry.
- I was just trying to help.
- I swear, that's all I was doing.
- I know that. I know that.
I don't understand.
- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.
[Lucy sobbing]
I drove back here as soon as I realized
how fucking unfair I was being.
I was being so unfair to you.
I'm so sorry.
- No.
- I'm not in trouble, I'm not in trouble.
I'm not in trouble.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
♪ Everything ♪
♪