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You're pretending you wrote a song

you actually stole from a dead man. Okay, well...

I have a recording of Javier singing it six months ago.

You work for me now.

NAOMI: Stop, or I will tell!

Who are you going to tell?

DOCTOR: You have a son. Congratulations.

Um, the guy from the bad breakup

told me that he was HIV-positive.

I am, too.

Why have you been avoiding me?

We can't be together anymore.

OSCAR: I'm crazy about you, Gidget.

♪ ♪

(music stops)

(sighs)

How'd you sleep?

Um...

Okay.

Not bad.

You?

Never better.

(sighs)

Um, here.

Why? Neither of us have first period.

Why don't we see if we can--

(knock at door)

LAUREN: Babe?

Uh, hey, Mom?

Yeah, one minute, Mom. I'm not-- I'm not dressed.

But you are. Come on now, let's rectify that.

LAUREN: Dixon's here.

Wh-why?

LAUREN: He says he wants to talk to you.

What does he want? You know what?

He already broke up with me.

This is ridiculous.

Hey, um...

I really need to explain-- Actually, you don't.

I got the message loud and clear: You are still into Sasha,

and I'd much rather skip the gory details.

No, no, wait. I-I'm not.

I just said that 'cause I was scared.

See, Sasha told me she was HIV-positive.

What?

Yeah. And I thought I had it.

And I didn't know what to say to you.

Look, I know, it was stupid, I panicked.

I-I was ashamed, everything.

I-I was trying to push you away.

But I-I don't have it.

I-I'm so sorry for everything I put you through.

But I don't have any feelings for Sasha.

Never did.

I mean-- I love you.

Morning, Dixon. Oh, hey.

I gotta think about all this, all right?

So I'm going to walk you out, you gotta go.

You should have given them their privacy.

Why? Trouble in paradise?

I'm sure they'll get over it.

She really likes him.

It's nice-- how close you and Ivy are.

Yeah, well...

our relationship's the only thing I have done right.

Not the only thing.

No.

♪ ♪

Hey, uh, Naomi.

Um, Jen had the baby.

Poor kid.

Uh, do you want to see a--

No, I don't, I don't want anything to do with my sister.

She's a psychopath.

Well, I wasn't talking about Jen;

I was talking about Jack.

That's his name.

Um, your sister is calling him Jacques, which is just

way too pretentious

but, uh, that's him.

That's your nephew.

(sighs)

Oh, he's kinda cute.

Yeah. Yeah, he kind of is.

(bell ringing)

Excuse me.

So what do you want to do this weekend?

Nothing.

Ooh! I have got tickets to

an awesome concert at the Troubadour!

Cold War Kids!

That's really--

Okay, look, Laura.

You and me-- not going to happen.

Liam, you know it hurts my feelings

when you say stuff like that.

You know what, though?

You enjoy that concert.

I won't, unless you're there with me.

Aw, you are-- mmm, so sweet!

LAURA (giggling): You're sweeter! Yeah...

Okay. Gotta go to class.

God! You run so hot and cold!

I love it, it drives me crazy.

♪ ♪

(waiter speaking French)

Merci, Philipe.

Are you sure you didn't secretly drug me and take me to Paris?

Right? I mean, I'm pretty much

the only English-speaking customer they get.

Best part is they allow me to sit and write for hours.

Say something sexy to me in French.

Parmi tous les films de monde Les Muppets Prennent Manhattan

est mon film de Muppets préféré.

What'd you just say?

The Muppets Take Manhattan is

my all-time favorite Muppet movie.

Okay. Well. Sexy as hell.

So? When do I get to see one of your plays?

I'm actually doing a reading tomorrow, but, uh...

I want to come!

But it's still being workshopped,

and I'm not ready for you to see it yet, so...

No fair. Désolé, ma chérie.

Je veux attendre jusqu'à ce qu'il soit parfaît.

And you're forgiven.

Philipe.

PHILIPE: J'arrive.

Vous avez choisi?

♪ And know that this is me ♪

Um, actually, could I try that one more time?

Is that cool?

ENGINEER: Okay, going again.

♪ This is me ♪

What the hell was that?

You know I pay for this studio by the hour.

I know. Well, if you know,

then why aren't you hitting your notes?

I will, I just... What?

Okay, look, there's something I want to talk to you about.

MAN: Hey, what's up?

I'll totally record "Saying Good-bye,"

but after this, I don't want to record

any more of Javier's songs.

I'd rather do my own.

Your songs won't make any money. They're no good.

Hey, you. Hi.

What are you doing here?

Hopefully, my senior project.

Yeah?

It's a behind-the-scenes exposé on the makings of a pop star.

Cool.

SILVER: If her manager will okay it.

I gotta say, he seems like he's kind of a jerk.

Kind of? No. He's a huge jerk.

But every time I bring it up to Ade, she gets super defensive.

ADRIANNA: No. (knocking)

I don't...

(clears throat)

Hey! How's it going? Good.

Mmm... mwa!

Hi, Norad.

Uh, it's Navid.

Right, right.

And, uh, who are you?

Silver. Erin Silver.

And, uh, you know, I'd like to ask you a question.

(ringtone) Hang on a second.

Oh, great!

We're in! Luxury magazine's doing a photo shoot

on up-and-coming musicians, and you are one of 'em!

NAVID: What?

Really?!

Yeah. That's amazing.

This could be good.

This could be good.

So, you were gonna ask me for what?

Well, I'd like to do a documentary on Ade.

It's, uh, for my senior project,

and it'll be

a behind-the-scenes... But wait a minute-- say she blows up.

That footage could be worth something.

I got to see some moola.

SILVER: Well, yeah.

Okay. You'll see some moola.

Okay, sounds good.

All right, the photo shoot's tomorrow.

Do something different with your hair, will you?

You look a little like a wet rat.

All right?

So, a photo shoot--

that's pretty cool, huh?

(awkward laugh)

And I was thinking,

since it's the 30th anniversary for the record label,

we might want to do a whole,

like, uh, retro theme.

I don't think so.

Yeah, you know, I told Debbie that was not a great idea.

(laughs) We want something current,

hip. Exactly.

Are you writing this down?

Current. Hip. Got it.

And I should cross out your lava lamp idea, right?

Hey, sorry that I'm interrupting.

Um, Mom, can I talk to you? Oh, of-of course.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪

IVY: Sorry.

(chuckles) Oh, no, babe. What is it?

What happened?

I just don't know what to do.

Dixon wants me back.

Okay, well, th-that's good, right?

No, Mom, no, it's not good, it's not good.

'Cause while we were broken up,

I...

What?

I, uh...

I slept with Oscar.

What is going on?

What? You're practically skipping.

Clearly, Liam's brother's doing it for you.

Oh, please don't refer to him as "Liam's brother," okay?

That's the part that I'm trying to put out of my mind.

But other than that, he is... parfaît.

Mm. That's "perfect" in French.

Ah, and what is "barf" in French?

I can't help it, okay? He's just so great.

He's smart and funny and open and...

Hot?

So hot. Mm.

And he's an amazing playwright.

You've seen his plays?

Well, no, actually.

But I can totally imagine how sweet and romantic they are.

Mm, of course.

He's actually doing a reading of one later today,

but he told me not to come.

I guess it's not polished yet.

You're gonna go, right?

Annie, he told you because he wants you to show up.

Seriously, you'll make his day. Really?

Oh, yeah. And if you show up with a raincoat

and nothing underneath... (clicking tongue)

Oh, I'm not wearing a raincoat.

Ah, be a prude.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

PHOTOGRAPHER: Great. Nice.

Love it. That's great. Adrianna.

♪ ♪

PHOTOGRAPHER: Yeah! Love it! Great! Good job!

I think we got it. Yep.

You want to go on to the second look? Hang tight.

You know what I'm thinking?

What?

Topless.

What? Yeah.

Sex sells, honey-- and, you know,

I'm just not feeling these where,

you know, I should be feeling them.

Okay, I'm-I'm really not comfortable

with that. Don't be a child.

You can cover up artistically...

Okay, okay, that's enough.

Navid, it's okay. No, it's not okay.

She doesn't want to go topless,

she's not going topless, you got it?

All right, I want a closed set,

just the photographer, Adrianna and me-- that's it.

Everybody else out. I'm not going anywhere.

(Victor chuckles)

Oh, yeah, you are.

Right, Adrianna?

Um...

I'll be fine. There you go.

Ade... Don't worry, okay?

I know where my line is, and I'm not gonna cross it.

I'm good.

VICTOR: Okay, you heard her.

Everybody out. You, too, legs.

You can get your equipment later.

Come on, let's go.

I'll keep your résumé on file,

but we're not hiring any new waiters right now.

I'm willing to bus tables or wash dishes...

Sorry. We're fully staffed.

(sighs)

Yeah, okay.

Thanks, anyway.

Excuse me.

You, uh, you looking for work?

Yeah, why? Well,

you got a good look.

I might have something for you if you're interested.

Something?

Like... like what, a modeling job?

Yeah.

Yeah, something like that.

♪ ♪

Oh, my God. (giggles)

(giggling)

DEBBIE: Jen?

Should we move the stage,

give everyone a little more room to dance?

You have some visitors.

What are you doing here?

I brought a gift for Jacques.

(sighs)

What, does it have a nanny-cam in it or something?

Because you want to prove that I'm a bad mother?

It's just a teddy bear, Jen.

I don't want to prove you're a bad mother.

I just want to meet my nephew.

Why?

Because they're family.

Look, why don't I take the girls up to the nursery?

Um, well, because I didn't ask you to.

Jen... I'm sorry,

but I don't want their grubby little teenage hands

all over my precious newborn baby.

Jen, don't be a bitch.

And yes, you should move the stage.

Come on, girls.

Well, fine, but make it quick.

And I don't want either of them to hold him.

That was really cool, Mrs. Wilson.

(chuckles)

No nanny-cam?

Okay, well...

we will see about that.

Come on.

Oh...

(soft gasps, laughing)

Wow.

He's so perfect.

DEBBIE: I know.

He is, isn't he?

Oh...

Ooh.

Oh, oh. It's okay...

(crying) No, oh,

what did I do, what did I do? No. Nothing, nothing.

He's just hungry, he's just hungry.

Oh... That's okay, it's okay.

Come on, help me give him a bottle.

(continues crying) It's okay.

Hey, actually, I got to head out.

Wait, no. I-I need you here for moral support.

I know, I know, but I have my first...

school therapy session today, remember?

If I miss one, Kelly will kill me.

I mean, I barely convinced her I wasn't having a bipolar breakdown,

just an inappropriate crush.

You know, it...

(sighs) it's gonna be confidential.

Maybe I could just tell her the truth.

No. Why?

It might be a good idea. What? How?

(over monitor): You could talk to a professional.

NAOMI: I don't want to talk to a professional.

Please don't say anything, okay? You've got to promise me.

I don't want anyone else to know that Mr. Cannon raped me.

NAOMI: We're gonna go.

Naomi...

Um...

I overheard what you said.

Did Mr. Cannon...

Were you...

Did he rape you?

Naomi, please...

tell me what happened.

You can trust me.

Right.

Like you trust me.

Let's go.

Silver...

tell me what happened.

Who is Mr. Cannon?

♪ ♪

(laughing)

(continues laughing)

(clapping)

Come on, guys, just go.

No, we're staying till closing. No. No way, sorry.

Mm-mm. This is too good.

How'd you even find out about this?

Dude... everybody at school shops here.

Hey, uh,

do the pants come off at any point,

or is this the whole show?

You're an ass.

Oh! Let's get a picture!

Yes, yes, yes, all right.

Say, uh, "pretty boy."

(clicks)

All right, let's take a video.

(laughing)

Okay, you know what? I'm done.

Hey, dude, the money shot! Aw, come on, come on!

Oh... models!

So temperamental.

Ronnie, I've had enough window duty for the day.

Oh, that's no problem, no problem.

Jimmy. Window.

I'm on it.

And, uh, you can feature our signature scent.

(gasps)

All right? Now, uh, go help with the customers.

Thank you.

Can I help you with something? Yeah.

We'd like to look at those jeans,

but they're too high up for us

to reach.

Oh, no, not that shelf.

The higher one.

Reach over there.

(laughs) Like that.

Sorry!

(giggling)

LAURA: Oh, my God!

Get lost.

What are you doing here,

Laura?

Well, everyone at school said you were

working here, but I just had to see it to believe it.

Baby...

what are you doing?

This job

isn't you. Yeah, no kidding.

It is so degrading.

Yeah, no kidding.

Why are you working here?

Because I need a friggin' job, and this

is the only one I could find.

Maybe I can help you.

I don't want your help.

Just leave me alone.

But...

CHARLIE: Okay, uh,

whenever you're ready.

ACTOR: "Lights up.

"The sound of a fist hitting flesh.

"Over and over and over again,

"never stopping.

"Suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream rings out,

momentarily drowning out the sound of the brutal beating."

STUDENT (quietly): I told you the guy was sick.

He's like Tarantino on steroids.

Each play is more twisted than the last.

ACTOR: "His hands shake.

"He looks at his sleeping girlfriend

"and contemplates killing her.

"He slides his hand

"slowly across her chest and up to her throat,

when suddenly she awakens."

What's wrong with you?

Uh, sorry, I didn't realize my feet were on the couch.

It's just habit...

How could you sleep with Ivy?

What the hell were you thinking?

Oh.

You know.

Oh, damn right I know.

Look, it was a mistake.

It only happened once.

I just got swept up in the moment.

I knew it was wrong,

but I was...

I was hurting.

You'd rejected me, and I was feeling vulnerable.

I thought I could handle a casual relationship

with you, but I-I guess I was wrong.

I don't know what to say.

Other than I am... so sorry.

And I'll understand if you want me to leave.

Oh, damn right I want you to leave.

And Ivy...

she can't ever know that you and I...

No, of course not.

I promise.

(sighs)

ADRIANNA: Either I've been out of school too long,

or the People magazine crossword puzzles have gotten harder.

Please tell me you're joking.

I'm joking. Oh, it looks like

I got a Google alert for you. What?

Oh, I-I try to keep up with your press, okay?

Ah, it looks like a sneak peek of your photo shoot.

Already? That's not supposed to be out yet. Yeah.

What's this, Ade?

(slams laptop closed)

All right... I was gonna tell you--

I just thought I had a little more time

since the magazine doesn't come out for a while.

I decided to do the topless photos.

I mean, really, what's the big deal?

Lady Gaga and Katy Perry have done way more provocative pictures.

Yeah, well, Victor made you do it, didn't he?

No. No, no. This was my decision.

Right. The only reason I didn't tell you

is 'cause I knew you'd get all upset.

Well, of course, Ade, of course I'd be upset!

(laughs) Well, you shouldn't be.

Okay? Because I'm happy with the pictures.

In fact,

I love them.

(sighs) Okay, so blank Rand wrote The Fountainhead.

It's three letters-- could that be "Rob"?

(door closes)

(sighs)

JEN (sighs): Oh, thank God. Elmira's not here,

Debbie's getting ready for the label party, I have to go,

so can-can you watch the baby?

Of course. Great.

Did you bring the teacher directory?

Can I ask why you need it?

Uh...

because I'm going to kill Mr. Cannon.

Excuse me?

Or castrate--

I haven't decided yet.

Here he is.

1447... Jen, Jen, what's going on?

What is it?

Talk to me.

Um...

he raped Naomi.

What?

I, uh...

overheard her talking to Silver.

Jen, I don't know if you know this,

but she falsely accused him

of sexually harassing her last year,

so...

I know my sister, Ryan, and I know when she's lying,

and she is not lying about this.

Uh... when did she say that this happened?

Last year, after the Pass the Torch party.

What?

I was, uh... I was in a bad state that night.

I was pretty drunk, and I... crashed my car

into the West Bev sign.

And, uh, nobody knows it was me,

and if they did, I'm pretty sure I'd be fired...

Uh-huh, I'm sorry, uh,

and your point is what? My point is

that as I was pulling out, I saw Cannon...

and Naomi

through the window.

Now, I didn't see

anything specific, but...

he was closing the blinds,

and I-I thought it was weird...

Ryan, you have to come forward.

I mean, you could help... make her case.

♪ ♪

LAUREL: Thanks, everyone, for coming out to celebrate 30 years

of pretty fierce music!

(cheering, whistling, Laurel laughs)

LAUREL: Now put your hands together for a killer band

that I may or may not have discovered--

The Like!

(cheering, whistling)

(lively intro plays)

♪ ♪

♪ I wish you knew I'm not the one for you ♪

♪ You're not the one for me, and I can't stand it ♪

♪ After all I put you through ♪

♪ You're still just stuck like glue ♪

♪ Why don't you run from me? ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't leave you ♪

♪ Before I ♪

♪ Break your heart ♪

♪ Release me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, mine ♪

♪ Is such a sorry state... ♪

Hey. How was the play?

Was he psyched you showed up?

Did you wear the raincoat?

You did, didn't you,

you little slut!

No, I didn't!

Oh!

And I left before he saw me.

Why? Because it sucked?

No, he's really talented,

but, I mean, it was so dark and violent.

And-and then people in the audience started

talking about what a twisted and sick writer he is,

and I got really freaked out.

I mean, he seems really nice and sweet,

but there's obviously something else going on with him.

I don't get it, do I give off

some sort of pheromone where dark, disturbed guys

just are drawn to me?

(gasps)

Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.

No, it's okay.

Um, I-I'm glad you could make it.

These are my friends, Naomi, Adrianna.

This is Charlie.

♪ ...Someday soon ♪

♪ Our day will come ♪

♪ And it never does ♪

♪ I... ♪

♪ Wish you knew I'm not the one for you... ♪

(heavy sigh)

Here it is in a medium.

We don't have it in blue.

Would you like me to check to see if another store has it?

No. I think I've bought enough for my daughter today.

Okay. Thank you

for helping me.

It's right this way.

So, how long have you worked here?

Oh, I just started.

Do you like it?

RONNIE: Liam.

It's a job.

Surely you could've found something else.

A nice kid like you?

Yeah, I tried-- trust me, there's nothing.

You should work for me.

I need someone to help out around the house.

Run errands, do some driving.

Afternoons, after school, of course.

Really? Are you interested?

(sets down scanner)

Would anyone spray me with cologne?

Then yes, I'm interested.

I'm Sandra, by the way.

Sandra Mathison.

Liam Court. Nice to meet you, Liam.

Thank you.

We live in the hills. Where do you live?

Um... well, right now, I, uh...

I'm kind of living in my car.

Some bad stuff happened with my family,

but as soon as I get enough money...

You can't live in your car-- you're just a kid.

You'll stay in my pool house.

What? Temporarily.

Until you find more permanent accommodations.

I don't know what to say.

How about "yes"?

Yes. Yeah. Great.

I'll be in touch. Okay.

Hey, Ronnie!

I quit!

(typing)

Hey, uh... do you remember at the beginning of the school year

when everybody promised to stay late and help me put out the Blaze?

Sure do.

That was a load of crap, huh?

Sure was.

Good to know.

All right, it's a wrap.

You ready to roll?

NAVID: We're gonna miss the party.

Yeah. I just need another two minutes

to finish synching this audio for my documentary...

VICTOR: Don't be a child.

You can cover up artistically...

NAVID: Okay, okay, that's enough.

Navid, it's okay. No, it's not okay.

She doesn't want to go topless, she's not going topless,

you got it?

I can do this later.

No. It's okay, I'm fine. Go ahead.

(presses keys)

ADRIANNA: ...okay? I know where my line is,

and I'm not gonna cross it.

VICTOR: Okay, you heard her. Everybody out.

You, too, legs. You can get your equipment later.

Oh, well, that was even better the second time.

I'm sorry.

VICTOR: How many times do I have to explain it to you?

You work for me; I call the shots.

ADRIANNA: Yeah, but Victor, this is different. What is this?

Uh, their mics are still on.

ADRIANNA: I'm really not comfortable with this.

VICTOR: Would you be

more comfortable if I told everybody what you did?

ADRIANNA (sighs): Okay,

I'll do it.

VICTOR: Okay.

I love your lyrics. Honestly, like, if I could write like that,

it just would be... incredible.

Uh, what does, uh, Victor have on you?

Um, excuse me. Sorry.

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

Now, just cut the crap, Ade-- I heard Victor threatening you.

After I left the photo shoot,

your mic was still on.

What does he have on you?

Tell me.

I thought I was gonna get dropped by the label...

and Javier had this notebook full of songs...

so after he died...

...I took it.

(sighs)

What?

I thought if I had one good song,

I thought I'd be able to get back in there with the label.

Do you hate me?

Uh...

no, but Ade, what you did, it's...

It's awful, I know.

And Victor found out?

He's horrible, Navid.

I hate him.

But if I leave him, he's gonna expose me.

So what's the plan,

you stay beholden to this dirt bag?

When will it stop?

I'm scared I'm g...

I'm gonna lose everything.

Not everything, Ade.

What you did, it's...

it's bad.

But you're not a bad person.

You just have to end this.

You have the chance now

to do the right thing.

(drumsticks counting off rhythm)

♪ ♪

♪ He's not a boy that you can change ♪

♪ Nor should you want to ♪

♪ He's not a boy that you can tame ♪

♪ Don't let it taunt you ♪

♪ Don't even try to run away, he wouldn't stop you ♪

♪ He's not a boy that you can chain, I know you want to ♪

♪ You can wait all night, you can wait all day, but ♪

♪ He's not a boy that you can change... ♪

What the hell is your problem!

Sorry, my bad, bro.

It is your damn bad, bro!

Come on, this is a party.

You want to drink or you want to fight?

Personally, I'm real thirsty, and it's a open bar,

so, I mean, it's up to you.

Can I...

take care of your dry cleaning?

Nah, man. I'm all right.

All right, good night, man.

Sorry about that. I'm gonna go get us, uh, some fresh drinks

and try to make it all the way across the room this time.

Okay. (laughs) Hey, wait, um,

I really, really like the way that you handled things with that guy.

I'm glad you approve.

Why do you seem so surprised?

Well...

because I half expected to hear the...

sounds of fists on flesh

over and over and over.

How did you, uh...

I snuck into your play this afternoon.

I'm so sorry. I feel awful.

I was actually gonna surprise you,

but then I got so freaked out by how dark and violent it was,

so I just left.

Good news--

I am no longer freaked out.

So... now, how freaked out are you?

I'm... not freaked out at all.

I'm actually flattered.

I like that you wanted to see it that badly, you know? You do?

Oui, c'est mignon.

I think it's sweet. Oh.

What's going on?

Uh, Jen told me.

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

Is it true?

Because I saw you that night with Cannon.

He was closing the blinds.

And I didn't see anything else,

because, um...

because I was really drunk.

I crashed into the school sign.

Uh... that was you?

Yeah. Not my finest hour.

Wow.

Well... uh, it's okay.

I get why you can't come forward.

You could lose your job.

Are you kidding?

I'm definitely coming forward. I...

Come here.

Look, Naomi, you can't let him get away with this.

I don't know if I'm pressing charges.

But even with this, you didn't see anything.

There are no guarantees.

Well, you're right, there's not, but you have to try.

I mean, think about...

Naomi, think about what he did to you.

And think about what

he could do to someone else.

What if it doesn't work? What if it does?

I mean, you can do this, I know you can.

And yeah, there are no guarantees.

But if you don't press charges, I can guarantee you

that he's gonna be out there walking around

and... and your sister

is gonna take matters into her own hands.

And... I don't want my son's mom behind bars.

Wh-What... what are you talking about?

I'm saying I've never seen her this angry, ever.

I mean, that woman... would kill for you.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Aw...

come on, Ivy, I hate seeing you like this.

Just talk to Dixon.

Yeah, and say what?

I don't know. Having fun?

Uh, yeah. And you?

Absolutely.

Mm.

Hmm, you know, I feel like there's a little tension here.

Am I right?

Uh, no, I-I don't think so.

OSCAR: Mmm...

no, no, there definitely is.

OSCAR: Mm, you know what? It's probably because

Laurel, you know that Ivy and I slept together...

Oh, my...

OSCAR: But Ivy doesn't know

that you and I slept together.

What?!

Oh, yes. All summer long.

Oh, my God!

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Ivy... wait.

Look, it was way before...

Okay, just don't, Mom, just don't!

Babe, I know you're upset...

Yes, I'm upset!

Okay? I'm upset because my mother is a whore!

(starts engine)

Ivy!

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Don't kill Cannon, okay?

Yeah, okay.

But I want to.

Thanks.

For wanting to.

Are you o-okay?

Yeah. I'm gonna be.

Well, if there's anything you need...

And thank you

for the teddy bear for Jacques.

It's pretty much repaired.

(laughs) Well, except one leg wasn't salvageable.

But, um,

he'll love it.

And it'll teach him tolerance

for other one-legged teddy bears.

Come see him again?

I'd like to.

(murmurs)

(people talking indistinctly)

Bye.

There you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I can't do this anymore.

If you want to expose me,

that's fine.

I just can't. I'm done.

Oh.

Well, that's too bad,

'cause we were just getting somewhere.

This was just messengered to me.

It's a mock-up of next month's Luxury magazine.

Remember those photos you didn't want to take?

They landed you the cover.

(laughs) Are you serious?

(laughing)

(laughs) Look, you may not like my style,

but I get results. I mean, it's in

my best interest that you hit it big.

All right, it was in my best interest.

But, look, I understand-- you don't want this,

I get it. No, no, no, I-I do want this.

I do.

So what's next?

What's next?

You record the rest of Javier's songs...

and we put out our album.

Are you in?

Absolutely. Come on, let's go.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

LIAM: Yeah, it's a sick setup.

And just in time, too, man--

I couldn't take another night in my car.

I didn't want to say anything,

but it was getting bad.

(woman laughs, door closes)

Well, isn't this a surprise?!

Dixon, let me call you back.

What are you doing here?

I live here, silly.

Well, not here, but in the main house.

Have you seen the main house yet?

You're going to love it.

I have my own Jacuzzi.

Okay, I-I don't understand.

Well, you wouldn't accept help from me,

so I told my mom to do me a favor and offer you a job.

I just couldn't stand by

and watch you be exploited like that.

I don't believe this.

I know, isn't it great?

But, um, the thing is,

she can never know we had a romance.

I told her we were just friends.

There was no romance.

Good. That sounded totally real.

(exhales)

Look, nothing ever happened between us,

and now that I'm crashing here, nothing ever can.

Exactly.

We're like Bella and Edward. Whatever.

This door locks, right?

When did you get

that scar? A long time ago when I was a kid.

Hey, what happened? Nothing.

I don't want to talk about it.

♪ ♪

How did you get that?

A long time ago when I was a kid.

Just because I'm not violent

doesn't mean other people aren't.

♪ ♪

How could you?

You destroyed my family.

I thought it only fitting that I destroy yours.

What are you talking about?

You and my father

weren't just friends, were you?

That was a mistake.

Oh, is that all?

You did quite a number on him, Laurel.

He left my mother.

(exhales) I didn't ask him to do that.

No.

No, you didn't, did you?

I don't suppose you cared about him either way.

But the old man is fine now.

He fared much better than my mother,

who relied on quite a cocktail of pills and booze.

That is, until it killed her.

But we're even now.

♪ ♪

(exhales) Anyway...

thank you so much for letting me stay at your place.

You have been so hospitable.

♪ ♪

(crying quietly)

(sobbing quietly)