The Lying Game (2011–2013): Season 1, Episode 4 - Twinsense and Sensibility - full transcript

Previously on
The Lying Game...

Someone broke into your house.

My house?

Yeah, and they stole
the laptop.

Absolutely everything
is on that.

So, I found your laptop
inside Ethan's Jeep.

He's the one who stole it.

That's crazy!

I'm so sorry. I'm-I'm
all over the place.

I like the Emma version.

I do feel like I can trust you.



- Welcome to Arroyo.
- Thrilled to be here.

This really is my number.
I'll see ya.

Our birth mother wanted Emma
back so badly

that she faked her identity
to come get her.

Do you want me to drive you back
to your motel now?

Could I stay at your place?

That's you, Emma,
and our mother.

Young lady, you've got
some explaining to do.

Alec?

We worked like hell
for three years

to get that new state-of-the-art
facility at Arroyo,

and this is where
you choose to run?

All right.

So... where you headed?



I got turned around.

Really?

This is the same route I used
to drive you and Mads

to Little Tykes Gymnastics
twice a week

all through
elementary school.

Things look different at night.

Come on.

I'll give you a ride home.

♪ Lying Game 1x04 ♪
Twinsense and Sensibility
Original Air Date on September 5, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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I'm telling you, Ted,
she was shaking.

That girl was
terrified.

I think I know
my own daughter.

You're describing
a totally different kid.

I know she was asking
a lot of questions

about her mother this summer,
right?

Her birth mother, okay?

And I told her
what I always tell her:

the woman's dead.

What are we
gonna tell her

when she finds out
that isn't true?

Look, I'm just
following the script, okay?

You're the one who wrote it.

Yeah, to protect you, right?

You're the one
who screwed up.

I have not forgotten.

Look, we both have
a lot to lose.

Yes.

Okay? And I can't afford
to lose any more.

So you keep an eye
on your kid.

The last thing we need
is her snooping around L.A.

Yeah, well, last time I checked,
she's still here in Phoenix.

Can't be in two places
at once, right?

You don't think that it's freaky

that Alec just happens
to pull up behind me?

Honestly, no.

Maybe I'm just still
weirded out

about the whole laptop thing.

I mean, if it was planted
in Ethan's car,

then that means somebody
is out to get him,

but who and why?

Okay, Emma,
the clock is ticking,

and sooner or later
someone is bound to figure out

that I'm not there.

And to be honest, I'm starting
to miss my life.

Do you know the last time
I went this long

without talking to Char or Mads?

Never.

They're pretty amazing.

I mean,
they just seem it to me.

They're your friends.

Right.

And eventually I'm going
to need to take my life back.

I know.

So we need to work really fast
to find our birth mother.

And that photograph
is our only clue.

Does it trigger any memories?

No, nothing.

I mean, I can't remember stuff
that happened last month

much less a random day
when I was three.

Really?
I can remember in detail

almost anything
from my childhood.

Well, you lived a life
worth remembering.

Okay, I know this is hard,

but I'm not the one
in that picture, you are.

And you're the one
with the memories

and you are the one that
can lead us to our mother.

Now, at the arraignment,

the first thing
your attorney's gonna do

is enter a "not guilty" plea.

You just better
hope the judge

doesn't look at
all your priors

and try you as an adult.

Whoever planted
the laptop

is trying to break up
Sutton and me.

The only ones who knew about us

were you, her parents
and Laurel...

and whoever stole it.

Sounds like an ironclad defense
to me.

Ever think about going
to law school?

Yeah, just be sure
and tuck your shirt

all the way in
to hide the chili stain.

You must love your job.

Just look the judge
in the eye,

don't give him any more
reasons not to believe you.

Sutton Mercer
keeps a journal?

Or are you updating
your enemies list?

Hello, to you,
too, Nisha.

Anything about me in there?

No, sorry.
It's before I knew you.

Before you knew...?
You mean, when you were three?

Oh, I see, so we're just
revising history, huh?

That's how we're playing it?
So we were never friends?

Oh, okay, cool. Whatever.
I'm fine with it.

Nice and over, reach.

Very nice. Lovely.

Are you interested
in the ballet class?

Me? Uh, no. In fact,

ballet's, like, the last thing
in the world I'd want to do.

Good, 'cause it requires
talent... and grace.

My tennis coach

is riding me about my footwork.

Said I have to take some classes
if I want to keep

the number one singles
spot, so this is

basically detention
in a leotard.

Ooh, does he teach?

Eduardo? Oh, no,
he's a guest choreographer.

He doesn't give private lessons.

It's okay, Mom.

Okay.

How do you feel about teaching
gifted athletes?

Got a minute?

Yeah. Why does that sound
so ominous?

It's just we haven't
had a chance

to really talk about things

since the dinner
with Ethan and...

We... need to know that
you're not seeing him.

But what if he's innocent?

I mean, what if I know
that he didn't do it?

If I know that he couldn't have
broken in?

Hey, this isn't just
about the laptop, okay?

I'm just not crazy
about this kid.

He's got a juvie
rap sheet a mile long.

So he's made some mistakes.

Are you telling me
that when you were younger

you didn't make mistakes?

Look...

I'm gonna get that.

Okay.

Seriously, have you always
been perfect?

There's nothing that you did
that you wish you could undo?

Well, yeah, you know, actually,

I did sport a mullet
briefly freshman year.

What what I thinking, right?

This is making you
uncomfortable.

Honey, okay, look, you have
to trust me on this.

I only want what's
best for you.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

There he is.

You must be Justin.

- Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Mercer.
- Yeah.

I'll go get Laurel.
Thank you.

So, Laurel tells me
you're quite a golfer.

I wouldn't say that.

I mean, I like getting out there
and walking the course,

but I did make the school
team, though.

Pretty stoked
about that.

I'd love to get you
out there

for a round at the club
if you wouldn't mind

hacking around
with an old duffer.

- Sure. That'd be awesome.
- All right.

Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Who's this
beautiful girl?

We haven't even had
our first date yet,

and you're already
hitting on him?

He's a golfer.

Honey,
find out his handicap.

You look amazing.

- Thanks.
- Ready?

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

You know, Metallica,

they did an amazing
cover of this song.

Wow.

Yeah, good job, good job.

There you go.

Thanks.

Whoa, that's good.
Thank you.

I've had a great time tonight.

Me, too.

I'm just glad you finally took
the hint and asked me out.

What hint was that exactly?

Um, giving my phone number
out to random girls?

Okay, that might have been
a mistake.

Yeah. You're telling me.

You know what also
might have been a mistake?

Uh, tipping that guy $50
instead of a five.

No!
Uh. Yeah, no wonder

he wanted to keep playing.

This is, uh,
this is embarrassing.

I'm a little short.

So cute. You're blushing.

That's okay.

I like being out
with a big tipper.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

One hint, please?

No.
I'm hating this.

First, Sutton bolts
from my party

for some cryptic
reason

then you bail to chase
after your mystery guy.

The last time I felt
this left out,

I was wearing that headgear
in middle school.

Oh... metal mouth.

So not funny.

Seriously, what's
happening to us?

We used to tell each
other everything

and now it's
secrets, secrets...

Oh, my God.

Justin and Laurel.

Hmm.

Hey, guys.

We were just leaving.

Oh, and we
just got here.

Crazy, huh?

So when did this happen?

I would say since
the first moment I saw her.

Oh.

- See ya.
- Bye.

Sutton? Honey?

Sutton. Oh, you're
having a bad dream.

Sutton!

It's okay.

It's okay,
I'm right here.

It was so real.
It's just a dream.

Do you want to tell me about it?

The dream?

Breathe.

I was... I was trapped...

and I thought I was dying,
like, I couldn't breathe,

and I was drowning.

Oh, God.

It's the first time in ages.

What?

Well, you had that nightmare
all the time.

No, I know, I did. I...

Wait, what?

Well, don't tell me
you've forgotten?

When I... was a kid?

You're still shaking.
I'll tell you what,

why don't I rub your back
until you fall back asleep?

That's what always
used to work.

I mean, unless

you don't want me to. Then...

No, I...
I would really love that.

Okay.

Okay.

You're safe.

I'm always here.

And you can't draw a breath?
Totally.

It's like I'm drowning
and I try to scream...

- Yes, yes, but nothing comes out.
- And nothing comes out.

- Whoa, this is... this is weird.
- You know, I read about this.

It's a psychic connection
between identical twins.

They even call it twinsense.

I always thought it was a
little, like, woo-woo New Age-y,

but obviously it's real.

Maybe something traumatic

happened to you and our mother

and that's what the recurring
nightmare's about.

I don't know,
that sounds kind of crazy.

No, think about it.

Whatever horrible thing
I'm dreaming,

I never actually
experienced, but...

It really happened to me.

Maybe you can access the memory
of that trauma

and that will lead us
to our birth mother.

It's impossible.

I am alone here.

I have nobody to talk to, and...

Should I ask your parents?

No, forget it.
They'll just tell you more lies.

Okay, there's...

one person that
you can talk to-- Ethan.

I don't want to...

I don't want to cause a problem.

Then don't.

I mean, I'm used to losing
guys to you or Mads,

but getting screwed over
by a sophomore? Not cool.

Okay, don't be mad,
and I'm really sorry,

but I'm kind of the one
that set them up.

What?

They already met, and they were
so into each other.

I'm sorry, you're taking your sister's
side over your friend's?

Mads, can you remind her
how wrong this is,

because my head is
about to explode.

I mean, sometimes
you can't just decide

who you're going
to be with.

Sometimes it's destiny.

And look, we can always
find you another guy.

It's not about the guy.

It's about us.

We used to have
each other's back,

and now it's like
we're drifting.

I'm hating this.

Wow, Sutton screwing
over a friend.

Who would ever
see that coming?

You don't know what you're
talking about, Nisha.

My palms are
actually sweating.

I hope Sutton's friends are going
to be okay with, you know, us.

Well, they will have plenty
of time to get used to it.

Oh, that was so
the right thing to say.

I am going to get us
something to drink.

Waiting for anyone I might know?

Number one on the parental
disapproval list--

name begins with "E"?

Look, I know Mom and Dad
want me to break it off,

but I just...
I really need to see him.

Well, you're not going
to find him here.

Have you not heard?
Ethan's been suspended.

For stealing
your laptop.

He even lost his
job at the club.

Sutton, your boy's

in some deep doo-doo.

Thanks.

Ethan. Oh, my God,
are you... are you okay?

How are you doing?

Uh, suspended,
fired, arraigned.

Same old, same old.

No, seriously,
I'm worried about you.

Why won't you tell me?

Figured you were pretty
busy with that picture.

So how's that
going, anyway?

Uh, so far, nada.

Actually, I was hoping
that you could help me

dredge up some memories
or interpret some dreams.

Oh, yeah, sure.

You know what, I'll bring
along some peyote

and my favorite dream catcher,
and then we can go off

and do a harvest dance and
duck into my sweat lodge.

Not because
of your heritage.

No, because you're the
only friend that I have.

We have-- Sutton and me.

All right.

How about tonight, the overlook?

We can meet up there
around 9:00.

We could try to put it off,

but then it might have to be
behind bulletproof glass.

What are you talking about?

Guess they were tired
of seeing me in juvie.

They set my trial
for next week.

As an adult.

Mark Twain was right--
a good walk spoiled.

Yeah, says the man
who won every skin.

Just caught some luck, really.

Yeah, in your DNA.

Here you go.

It was fun getting out there,
playing with you guys.

I'm not taking your money.

I insist. I'm a
man of my word.

So is Ted Mercer,
isn't that right?

You earned it,
Justin. Take it.

Well, Laurel's, uh, up there.

I should probably
get going.

- Good round.
- Thanks.

Never seen you so worked up

about your lousy
putting game, man.

Make one mistake,

you have to pay for it
the rest of your life.

One mistake.

I think you might be
right about Sutton.

I think she knows something.

You keep on her.

It's not important what
she thinks she knows.

What's important is she
never finds her mother.

No, no.

This is ballet.

It should be
light, graceful.

First position.

Let's try the
battement tendus again.

Knock, knock.

Hey.

Brought you a smoothie.

Mango-papaya-- your favorite.

Mads, you're
the best.

Hey, while I have you,

can you demonstrate
a proper tendus?

Love to.

Thank you.

Obviously, I don't expect
you to be as good as Mads,

but next time, I'd like
to see some improvement.

I'll see you next week.

Hey, maybe you could find a boy
at school to practice with.

Dance doesn't really come to
life until you have a partner.

I want to talk to you
about Ethan.

Honey, we've
discussed this.

And this is hardly the
time or the place...

It's okay,
let her finish, Ted.

Look, he was with me

when our house was broken into,

and he had no motive
to want the laptop.

So I think that there's
something else going on here.

- Like what?
- A conspiracy?

Sutton,
you're my goddaughter,

and the last thing I want
is to see you unhappy.

I know you care
for this boy, but...

Then why won't
you help him?

Because a life lesson here
is more important.

Worse case-- he goes to jail,
he does a little time.

He thinks
about his mistakes,

he comes out

a more productive citizen,
like his brother.

And what if he's innocent?

Innocent?

If he's innocent,
then who broke into your house,

stole your property

and planted it
to make him look guilty?

That just...
doesn't make any sense.

If he's
not guilty,

then who's
the guilty party?

I am.

It was me.

I staged the break-in
and I stole the laptop.

It was all me.

I guess I was sick of watching
her get all the attention

while I played this supporting
role in the Sutton story.

And this was your
mature way of expressing

some sort of sibling jealousy?
Frame an innocent kid?

He's her boyfriend, and I
couldn't stand to see her happy.

Poor Ethan.

I've already talked to Alec.

All of the charges
have been dropped.

He's going to be
back at school tomorrow,

and he's getting
his old job back.

And what about his reputation?

You can't just undo this,
you know?

I know.

I just wish I could
turn back the clock.

Well, I'll tell you
what you can do--

you can forget about

any dances,
parties, dates.

You're grounded, young lady.

It's what I deserve.

Are you okay?

And the Oscar goes to...

Laurel Mercer
for The Sutton Story.

Tell me that turning-back-
the-clock stuff wasn't inspired.

You didn't steal anything.

Duh. I really am
the perfect child.

But hey,
you brought me love.

Just returning the favor.

Come here.

Seriously?
We're gonna hug it out?

Okay, but hurry, because
with all this tenderness,

I really am about to vomit.

Wait a minute.

How are you gonna see Justin
now?

Uh, how long have you been
in this family?

In a week, Mom and Dad
will feel guilty and back off.

Maybe this was a cry for help.

And until then,
how grounded am I really

when my big sister
has that window door thingy

that does tend
to remain unlocked.

You... are... evil.

I learned from the master.

Oh, this is good.
This is very good.

Hmm?

Check it out.
Pixels are filling in

and the resolution
is super clear.

We're gonna get a read
on that water tower

behind your mom
and Emma.

And, my friend,
we have a location.

"Fillmore, California."

You up for
a road trip?

Oh, my God,
this is amazing.

I know.

Ethan, uh,
I thought we said later.

Oh, good, you're here.

Come on in.

I'll just be a sec.

Uh, come in.

Okay.

Ethan, you have no idea
how awful we feel about

what you've had
to go through.

I'm so, so sorry.

Thank you, Mrs. Mercer.

Hello.

Laurel, don't you have something
to say to this young man?

I'm really sorry
about what I did.

I know it's
no excuse,

but I didn't think it
was going to spin

so out of control.

I mean, if I could
turn back the clock...

Oh, hey, it's all right.

No worries.

It's very gracious
of you, Ethan.

So sorry again.

Laurel.

Well, do you...

I probably want to get back
to my brother.

Yeah, I'm gonna walk Ethan out.

Okay.

This was nice of
you, Dr. Mercer.

It's my wife's idea, son.

Have a nice night.

Okay.

All day long
I've been dreaming about this.

Wait.

We can't do this.

But the other night,
that kiss...

I know. I've had time
to think about it,

and, Mads, you're 17.

Who cares about our age
difference?

Uh, the State of Arizona,
for starters.

Are you making fun of me?

I'm not, Mads.

I think you're
an amazing person.

And I won't lie,
that kiss...

it took my breath away.

But I can't.

Stop fighting it.

There's no point.

Maybe if we met at another...

No!

I'm sorry.

You should go.

Hey, you.

So, I was cleaning out
my closet and found...

this.

You must have left it
at our last movie night.

Which was, like, two years ago.

We had a lot
of great times here,

but I guess it's been
a while, huh?

Yeah, I don't know. Whatever.

Could you toss me
that towel?

Swimming solo.
That's a first.

Aren't you supposed to
be with your friends?

They have plans.

Hmm. Look, I like you,
Char, always have,

but eventually
you're gonna get hurt

because once Sutton decides
she's over you, she's over you.

I don't think Sutton hates you
as much as you think she does.

Well, I don't know.

Look, I know you have this

whole conspiracy theory
about us,

but Mads and I
never set out

to replace you
as Sutton's best friend.

You know what? I'm over it.

Well, don't act all blameless.

You've done plenty
of stuff to us.

Mads included.

Like, lying, backstabbing,
acting all sneaky.

Oh, I'm sneaky?

I'm not the one who's having
an affair

with my ballet teacher.

I'm sure she already told you.

You guys are all best buds.

You do realize you were
cleared of all charges?

I mean, that's a
good thing, isn't it?

Whoever stole the laptop, tried
to frame me and stop Sutton

is still out there.

You know, it's not such
a good thing.

Okay, I don't mean to sound
like Sutton here,

but I think we should just
put the laptop stuff aside

and concentrate on this.

- You're right.
- Okay.

How's it going, anyway?

I'd say progress is glacial,

except glaciers actually do move
eventually.

Okay, all right, let's...

let's try to focus
on the nightmare.

Like, close your eyes.

All I remember is...

not being able to breathe,

like I was drowning.

Okay, let's do something else.

All right, here,
then try a good memory.

You know,
just something small.

Anything, like a nice time,
whatever.

Okay, this is hopeless.

You know what I'm
thinking about?

Kristin comforting me the other
night after my nightmare.

Yeah, that's
not gonna help.

I know that.

It's just that she's been
so good to me

and I feel more of a bond
with her than

I do with this
stranger.

I'm sorry.

This person means
nothing to me.

I... I wasn't drowning.

The reason I couldn't breath
was... I was trapped in a fire.

Well, we've learned one more
clue about your birth mother.

She had a terrible
Realtor.

I mean, come on.
You're in California.

There's Santa Cruz,
Palm Springs, Big Sur,

and she picks Fillmore?

Is this helping?

Sorry. Just trying
to lighten the mood.

I hate to see you so down
after all your hard work.

I think we're
missing something.

Like what?

The feed store's long gone,

nobody knows the woman
in the photo.

It's not like we have
a name that we could track.

We're at a dead end.

Hmm, maybe Emma
will have better luck.

- I was in a fire.
- What? Are you okay?

No, no, when I was little
with our birth mother.

That's what
the nightmare was about.

That's why I couldn't breath.

It wasn't drowning.

It was smoke. I was trapped
in a burning house.

That's what you need to be
looking for.

There you are.

Here, got you this.

Two-percent, one
sugar, extra foam.

Keep it.

Probably bought it
for someone else.

Whoa. Why are you
acting this way?

What's going on with you
and Eduardo?

Okay, do we have
to do this here?

Oh, my God, it's true.

You're having sex with him.

And of course, old Char's
the last one to know.

It's the eighth-grade Grand
Canyon trip all over again.

Okay, calm down.

She seems calm to me-- she's
just waiting for an answer.

Are you sleeping
with Eduardo?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

We've been together for,
like, six months how,

and we can't keep our hands
off each other.

How about you, Nisha?

You seeing anyone?

Any cute freshmen
on the boys' tennis team?

Wow, nice flow,
good color scheme.

What? Look, I'm just
trying to be positive, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Honestly, I think
it's a tear-down.

I say we offer way below
the asking price.

You think this is
really the place?

Well, the neighbors said
the fire was about 14 years ago.

So time-wise,
it makes sense,

but only Emma
will know for sure.

Oh, when she calls,
just remember...

Not let Emma see me.
I know, I know.

Have no fear.

I shall remain
your dirty little secret.

Shut up.

Oh.

Hi, I'm here.

Or at least I think I am.

Uh, you have to tell me, though.

Here.

You getting any of this, Emma?

I don't know.
It's really vague.

Wait! Wait, wait, wait.

There. In the doorway.

There was a swing. I...

I remember a swing.

Incredible.

And... there were stars.
There were...

beautiful stars.

Stars...

stars...

Whoa.

I know that room.

That's my room. I...

My crib was right on that wall.

Okay, I can't believe I'm
standing in the place where

our mother... lived
and-and possibly died.

But I don't...

There should be stars.
I don't see stars.

Oh. Oh, my God.

What? What? What is it?

I remember I used
to fall asleep

staring at those stars.

Wait, there's something there.

It's...

it's signed.

Annie Hobbs.

Our mother's name
was Annie Hobbs.

I can't believe you
remember all this.

But why can't I remember
the important things?

Like did my mom
make it out alive?

Or... did she sacrifice
her life for mine?

Hey, easy. You don't
know any of that.

But I have a right to.

It's my life story,
and my past... and Sutton's.

And...

nobody should keep that from us.

Uh, you're losing me.

Okay. Let's say
you adopt a baby

and the birth mother has twins.

You mean you wouldn't know that?

Or at least be curious
enough to find out?

I guess every adoption
is different, probably.

No.

This isn't a story in Dickens.

This is L.A. in the mid-90s.

Okay, all right, well,
what are you saying?

I'm saying, I...

I get this weird feeling
from Ted.

Like he knows.

About me, or...

the fire, and what happened
to Annie Hobbs.

But why would he keep that all
a secret?

How fun was that?

And why haven't we done
this in, like, forever?

I know. I... you're,
you were good out there.

Oh, thank you.

I was just trying to
get the ball back.

But your backhand, wow!

We know you didn't
get that from me.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

It's okay.
Hmm.

Actually, I... I wanted
to ask you about her.

My birth mother.

I know she died,

but... do you know how
it happened? Or when?

I mean, could she have...
drowned, or...

been in a fire?

Oh, honey.

This... this is about
your bad dream.

I... I don't know.

I honestly...

I have no idea.

Oh. Okay.

Can I tell you something
I've never admitted to anyone,

not even your dad?

Yeah.

I wish I could've met her.

Really?

Yes.

Then I could've had the chance
to thank her

for the greatest gift
I've ever had.

You.

Ethan.

Um...

Sutton's not home yet, so...

you can just make yourself
comfy until she...

Allow me.

Hey, where are you?

We've got company.

Laurel.

Hey.

Uh, I was just calling

to tell Ethan
I-I'm running late.

It's fine.

You know what? I'll just...
I'll come back later.

I'll just call back.
No, that's fine,

No, don't be silly. Stay.

Sit. Later, sis.

Might want to keep this closed.

All right.

Okay. I cannot do this anymore.

You have to come home.

Soon, I promise.

But the search is heating up.

I... don't think we should quit.

I'm not talking about quitting,
I just...

I think we need to look here.

I think your dad is hiding
something, but...

with your mom,
we may have an opening.

If she wanted to help,
she would've done it already.

I have a name, Emma,
and I want to track it down.

Look. You knew her.

Okay? She held you
and played with you,

and sang to you.

I never had that.

I want to find our mother.

I need to find her.

What am I going to do?

I can't keep hurting
these people.

You... you just
have to hope

they're going to
understand all this.

And that they'll forgive you.

They're not going
to forgive me.

They'll forgive Sutton.

But...

I'm...

I'm nobody to them. They...

I'm just this fraud,
and this imposter,

and they'll just kick me out.

In a heartbeat.

And who could blame them?

What's going to happen to me?

When Sutton gets back,
Ethan, what happens?

I...

I don't know.

You're Sutton's boyfriend.

I know.

Hey, hon.

How was gal's tennis?

You know? Great.

Oh, that's nice to hear.

That's really nice
to hear. Anything...

interesting come up?

I wasn't going to say anything.

I didn't want to upset you.

What do you mean?
We're a team, hon.

I think it's wrapped up
in that dream, but...

she seems to think her birth mom
might have died in a fire.

Huh.

Well, I'm sure it will pass.

Yeah.

Oh, I almost forgot.

A patient called for you.
Sutton took the message.

Mmm.

Never give out
the home number.

Never give out the home number.

Never give out
the home number, huh?

You know what?

I gotta swing by the office
to get this guy's test results.

Laurel didn't steal

that laptop, no way.

Highest honors Laurel?
Doesn't make any sense.

And that whole confession
was rehearsed.

Didn't feel right.

What are you,
a detective now?

Lay off
the Law & Order reruns,

stick to rhinoplasty, Ted.

You think this is funny?

I think you need
to calm down.

This whole thing could come
crashing down at any minute.

Which is why you need
to keep it together, okay?

For the both of us. Okay?

Ted, you know how this works.

Yeah.

If there's dirty work to be
done, you just leave it to me.

Just like in high school.

All right. Okay. Then, I think
you got some work to do.

Annie. Annie Hobbs.

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