All language subtitles for Pretty.Little.Liars.Original.Sin.S01E09.720p.WEB.x265

So, yeah.

That... that about covers it.

So, Karen was pushed?

- And Tyler was...
- Murdered, yes.

- Both by A.
- And A is the train car guy?

Crazy Joe. Joseph England.

You all went to school with him.

He's the one who sent us
those creepy text messages

and you all those "gifts."

It was a classic Agatha
Christie revenge plot.

He was in love with Angela
Waters in high school,

and years later,

set about punishing
the people who were,

in his mind, somehow
a party to her death.

The sins of the mothers
visited upon their daughters.

Why didn't you tell
us what was going on?

A threatened us to keep quiet.

We were afraid of what he might
do if we didn't follow his rules.

After we found Crazy Joe's body,

we placed an anonymous
call to the police.

Imogen: We're assuming
they found Joe.

We're also assuming they
assumed it was a suicide.

Why kill himself?
After everything?

We think probably because
Imogen busted his ass...

discovered his identity,
where he was living.

Also, maybe...

because he accomplished
what he set out to do.

Test us. Make us suffer.

"Punish the guilty."

- His words.
- So, now it's time for you guys to tell us the truth,

the whole truth...

about your connection
to Angela Waters.

We...

were bullies...
in high school.

Horrible, mean girl bullies.

Angela and I...

were in a secret relationship,

but I denied it

and said she was
obsessed with me.

I talked Angela into
getting a tattoo.

Even though I knew she'd
get in trouble for it

with her holy roller mother.

I was smoking...
outside of school.

And when the janitor caught us,

I made Angela say
that it was just her.

I wasn't a good friend to her.

Angela confided something in me,

something I should
have helped her with.

Her assault?

Imogen: But why?

Why were you all
so cruel to Angela?

What was it about that girl?

It-It was a different time.

Girls were meaner in the '90s.

Angela was...

- an easy target.
- It was a game.

A, a terrible game.

What about my mom?

What did she do to Angela?

Ms. Haworthe?

One Halloween,

Davie thought it would
be funny to make Angela

throw filth at someone's door.

And after Angela did it,

Davie drove away in the car,

and we all just left
her there, alone.

So what happens now?

We keep talking to each other...

so nothing like this
ever happens again.

But otherwise, everything
stays in this room.

And after tonight, we move on.

Marjorie: In light
of everything,

I wanna try to get clean.

For real this time.

Are you thinkin' rehab?

No. I'm gonna do it myself.

Here, at home.

I'm a nurse.

I know how to detox.

- That sounds messy, Mom.
- It is.

That's why I, I need you to go

and stay at Shawn's
for a few days.

I don't want you to be alone.

I won't be.

I reached out to my sponsor.

- Grace is coming?
- She's on her way right now... okay?

But you can help
me with something.

What? Anything.

Can you cover my shifts
at Pinball Pizza?

For sure.

I'll go tomorrow after school.

And it's really okay
for me to crash here?

Of course. Yeah, my parents
are totally cool with it.

So long as I, "sleep
on the floor."

Got it.

Is your mom gonna be okay?

Um, yeah... It's just the flu.

But I can't get sick or
Coach D will kill me.

Might be a few days.

Stay as long as you want.

I love that you're here.

Thank you, Shawn.

Hey. I know we're
both tired...

but...

we still need to talk about

what you told me.

-It's okay. We don't have to.
-We do, baby.

I can't make the same
mistake I made with Angela

with my own daughter.

Do you really
have... no idea...

who hurt you?

I really don't.

It was...

a blur.

And I'm assuming you
didn't go to the police?

Should we go there
now? Together?

If he's still out there,

don't you want him caught?

More than anything, but...
it's not just about me.

Imogen, she was also...

- Oh no.
- We think, maybe, by the same guy.

Aw, you girls. You girls have
been through so, so much.

We'll be okay, Mom.

We just need a little
more time. Okay?

Shawn?

Shawn?

- Shawn!

It's 4 AM. What's happening?

Couldn't sleep.

Was gettin' some reps
in. I'm almost at 350.

I'm sorry
I woke you, babe.

Fuck it.

Shawn...

we need to talk...

about the pills you're taking.

You mean my supplements?

I'm pretty sure they're
performance enhancers.

Half the team takes them.

- Greg, Bobby...
- Shawn,

you told me you weren't
taking steroids.

I'm not an addict.

You know how important
football is to my family.

Yeah, well, football
season's over.

I'm also on the basketball team.

Well, now you're just coming
up with excuses to dope.

I know all about those.

What about the inhaler
that Beau gave you?

I used it once... and
then I threw it out.

Know why?

"A," 'cause it's illegal.

And, "B," 'cause who knows

what that shit'll do to my body.

Same with those pills.

Can you stop?

Please?

I just...

I ju... I can't handle juggling
two addicts in my life.

- Hey.

Yeah, okay...

but not cold turkey.

I gotta wean myself off it.

Oh my god, oh my god.

Oh my god.

Tabby: I hate lying to my mom,

but it's just until we
get the DNA results back

- from the blood drive.
- That will be a relief.

Or, most likely, it won't.

I know that tone.

What are you thinking, Imogen?

If Crazy Joe wanted us dead,

- he could've killed us in his train car.
- Don't remind me.

And when he found me
at the Waters house,

it was almost like he panicked.

Okay, we've talked
about this, but...

what if Crazy Joe wasn't A?

What if A killed Crazy Joe,

then staged it to
look like a suicide?

To, like, throw
us off the trail?

Digesting.

It could be his... MO.

And... and maybe
A killed my mom

and made it look like a suicide.

Imogen, do you really
believe that's what happened?

I don't know anymore, Tabby.

But, if it didn't,

then that means that
my mom must've felt

way guiltier about what she did

than your moms, and that...

that just...

doesn't reconcile with
who I know my mom to be.

I hear you.

But, at this point...

how can you even find out

what really happened
in the bathroom?

I'm... gonna go talk to
the coroner after school.

You cannot do this, Kelly.

Father Karras is
counting on you.

You can't just abandon him.

I'm not abandoning him,
Mama. I can do both.

Why are you two yelling?

Kelly volunteered to
help Father Karras

with a youth group
at St. Maud's.

But now, she's...

she's working on a dance piece

with one of those
girls who hurt Karen.

Faran didn't hurt Karen.

And you would like this
piece, Mama, it's biblical.

Can't count on the
girl for anything.

Like father, like daughter.

I thought we decided you were
done with dancing, Kelly.

Not dancing.

Just "Swan Lake."

It's a shame. I was relieved.

And let's face facts, you never
were the dancer your sister was.

You know, Dad, we
all miss Karen.

You're not the only one in pain.

But you are the only one
who's lashing out like...

like a drunk bully.

And if there were any
justice in this world,

it would've been you who
slipped and not Karen.

Fuck you!

You're so troubled, Tom.

So tortured.

Sorry I didn't text you back.

Last night, I had
this... traumatizing

"Come to Jesus" with my one mom.

Then I got home and my other mom

actually asked me
to set her up on

lesbian dating apps...

which was somehow even
more traumatizing.

Holy shit.

So, are they for sure
done-done with each other?

I hope not.

But how are they supposed
to work things out when...

they refuse to be in
the same room together?

Wait.

Your family loves
Disney movies, right?

They don't call me
Minnie Mouse for nothin'.

Well...

I think it's time we
"Parent Trap" your moms.

Oh... I am...

definitely down to
pull a Lindsay Lohan

and force a face-to-face
between them.

Great idea.

Usually with these check-ups,
it's just you and me, Imogen.

I know, Nurse Simmons,

- but...
- I wanted to be here.

You know, to be supportive...

but I won't say anything else.

Well...

everything seems to be on track

for the 38th week
of a pregnancy.

- Not too much longer now.
- Oh.

The only thing I am
slightly concerned about

is your blood pressure.
It's a little high.

My whole life is one
big anxiety attack.

Hypertension can lead to risk.

So, it is of paramount importance
that you stay calm, Imogen.

No outside stressors,
understand?

Tabby: Oh my god, Faran!

I am living for your new look.

Oh... you noticed?

You're giving off some
serious fire emojis right now.

Faran: Thanks.

I'm trying something new.

For the first time in my life,

I'm giving myself permission to

let down my hair and go natural.

New project, new look.

Well, it is working,

and major props to you

for starting an
independent study

on top of everything else
that we're dealing with.

I mean... evolve or
die, right?

And not to diminish

the role of a dancer,
which I still am,

but choreographers
shape the story.

Like with "Forbidden Fruit."

My interpretation of
the Adam and Eve story.

When we shot your
version of "Psycho,"

honestly, that's what
inspired me to talk to Giry

about creating a dance piece.

Really?

Aw!

- I am obsessed with this lovefest.
- Ditto.

- I heart us.

Whoa.

Is she wearing Karen's clothes?

Not this shit again.

Well... what do you think?

I mean... it's
awesome.

Any notes?

Nope.

But, if you want,

I could lend you some of my
equipment for your shoot.

Wait, like your
Red Komodo camera?

- Yes...

but you have to
be super careful.

- The lenses scratch really easily.
- Okay.

Dr. Brundle: What can I
do for you, Ms. Adams?

I'm here to confirm the cause

of my mother's
death, Dr. Brundle.

Your mother's wounds
were self-inflicted.

Yeah, but couldn't someone
else have attacked her...

and staged her death
to look like a suicide?

There was no evidence
to suggest a murder.

Look, I just don't think
my mom would've done that.

So, please...

is there any way
to double check?

I could perform an autopsy.

- Fantastic.
- But...

you'd need to file a petition

for... exhumation.

Fine. Who with?

The County Sheriff.

Faran: What's going on, Henry?

This isn't something
I wanted to text.

Okay... shady.

Henry: After
school, Kelly and I

were rehearsing the apple
scene from your piece,

like you asked.

And... she kissed me.

Faran: She what?

That bitch kissing you
was definitely not a part

of my choreographic vision.

It wasn't a make-out,

and I called her out
as soon as it happened.

- What'd she say?
- That she just got caught up in the moment.

- Ugh.
- And it wouldn't happen again.

I... appreciate
your honesty...

but I am going to talk
to Kelly about this.

I figured.

W...

Was Kelly really the one...

initiating the kiss?

Uh, yeah.

Why would I wanna kiss
Kelly when I have you?

It's just...

you haven't said anything
about my new look.

Yeah, I noticed...

if that's what you're asking.

And you look gorgeous.

Why didn't you say so?

To be honest, I didn't
want to risk offending you,

saying the wrong thing.

But you look incredible.

- Uh, then again, you always look incredible.

That's enough of that.

Say goodnight, Prince Charming.

Cinderella has homework.

Elodie: I can't believe
you "Parent Trapped" us.

Well, we're here now.

Might as well all get
to know each other.

Excellent idea, Mom.

Noa: Mm-mm.

- Thanks, Noa.
- Noa: You got it.

And refills are on
the house tonight.

So, Ash, as a young
trans man in Millwood...

are you ever scared?

I'm so, so
embarrassed and... so sorry

my moms are insane.

- All those questions were...
- Were intense,

but I think her heart
was in the right place.

God, it's just all
dysfunction... all the time.

Mouse, did you ever
reach out to your dad?

Yeah, we reconnected
on Thanksgiving.

Well, if you ever want the
three of us to do something,

like, you know, go bowling...

I'm down.

Um...

that maybe could be arranged.

Hi, princess.

What the fuck do you want?

I'm here to collect tonight's
tips... like I always do.

Wait, you harass
my mother at work?

- She owes me, is all.
- She doesn't owe you anything

or want anything to do with you.

Be seeing you.

Where've you been?

The last showtime was at 7:30.

Sorry, I was working on my short
with Wes. He dropped me off.

Would it kill you to text me the
next time you're running late?

Definitely not. I will
text you next time, sorry.

- I love you, Mom.

I'm going upstairs
to do my homework.

Sidney: It's late.

Imogen's already in bed.

Yeah, we had to stay
and do inventory.

Wes gave me a ride.

Wes gave me a ride.

Exhuming a corpse isn't like
petitioning for a traffic light.

I would need an awfully compelling
reason to take it to the judge.

My mother didn't kill herself.

She was murdered.

Is that compelling enough?

Murdered... how? And by whom?

And why come to me now
months after the fact?

Remember how badly...

you wanted to know what happened
to Karen in those rafters?

I need to know what
happened in that bathroom.

If there is even a chance

my mother didn't
choose to leave me...

that would make all the
difference in the world.

All right, Imogen,
I'll help you.

Really?

Thank you. Thank you.

But I will need the
consent of an adult.

Davie's next of kin.

Would...

my father qualify?

Hi, Kelly.

Anything you'd like
to share with me?

- Henry told you?
- He did.

- It was an accident.
- Oh, come on.

It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Okay, I don't know what
I was doing or thinking,

so just please get off my case.

Things have been really, really
intense at home, and I...

Kelly... your leg.

Kelly: Oh god...

um... it's my period.

- Sorry, I have to go.
- Kelly, what is that?

It's my... sewing kit.

Kelly, talk to me.

It's my dad.

I mean, he's always been bad,

but it's gotten so much worse
for my mom and I since...

It's like he resents
that Karen's dead...

and that I'm alive.

- I'm sure he doesn't.
- Oh, he does.

He said as much.

He's a lunatic, okay?

Do not listen to him.

And, hurting yourself
is not the answer.

What do I do, Faran?

Sometimes I wish the
same thing he does.

That I was Karen.

- Or that I was the one...
- Don't say that, Kelly.

Don't even think it.

Fuck him. Fuck your dad, okay?

Just promise me you won't
hurt yourself anymore,

and that you'll talk to someone.

Why are you being so nice to me?

My sister and I were
horrible to you.

- You were.

Yes.

- But...

maybe we can break that cycle.

Yo, table for five?

Noa?

Why aren't you guys at
basketball practice?

We ended early. Why aren't
you at track practice?

Um...

I'm covering
my mom's shift.

I lied.

My mom doesn't have the flu.

She-she's at home... detoxing.

Wow. Of course, she is.

You of all people
should not judge.

Hey, don't compare
me to your mom.

I mean, it's not like I'm
taking drugs recreationally.

Neither did she.

For the record, my mom started
using to help with the pain

from working long hours and
being on her feet all night.

I didn't know about
your mom. I'm sorry.

If you truly mean that...
throw away those pills.

I already did. You
can check my bag,

you can check my locker,
you can check my room.

Yo, Noble, are we ordering,
or going, or what?

We'll go.

But I'll see you tonight.

I'm gonna go check in on my mom,

but I'll text you.

And, Shawn...

thank you.

Get away from my daughter.

Mom? What are you doing here?

Get away from her, I said.

- Tabs?
- How old are you anyway? 30?

I-I'm in my 20s.

Makin' a teenage girl work late,

givin' her rides home.

I was helping Tabby
with her shot list.

'Cause you were grooming
her... preying on her.

- Mom, please.
- I made a move on her one time,

- and I apologized.
- That's it. Motherfucker, I am callin' the police.

-The police?! Wait, hang on.
-Mom, stop!

- You don't know what you're doing.
- I am protecting you

from this, this... rapist.

-Oh!
-Oh my god! Mom, come with me.

If I see you within 10
feet of my daughter,

- I will cut your fuckin' dick off.
- Mom!

Mom, seriously, you
need to calm down.

Do not tell me to calm down,

not after what he did to you.

Wes didn't do it. He...
He wasn't the one.

Nine times out of ten,
it's someone you know.

Maybe... but we think it
was someone at school.

- Probably a jock.
- A jock?

We were both at parties

with a bunch of
football players.

Then, then let's tell
that to Principal Clanton.

Mom...

we have a plan.

We collected DNA
from a bunch of students,

from the football team's locker
room, from the blood drive,

and we're comparing it
to DNA from Imogen's baby

to see if there's a match.

- What?
- Noa's mom is helping us.

If there's a match
from that group,

then we can go to the
police or whoever you want.

Look, given everything,

we thought that the
more proof we have,

the more chance the
people in charge

will actually do something.

I'll talk to Corey.

See if... she knows
anyone in the DA's office

to help us navigate this.

Steve: You know, I'm really
glad we're doing this.

Aren't you, Mouse?

Yeah... definitely.

And, Ash... you're a good guy.

I'm glad my little girl's
dating someone like you.

Thank you, sir.

Your daughter is a rock star.

I can't take the
credit for that.

Her moms are responsible.

And I'm hoping to
make up for lost time.

Uh... sorry, I
should take this.

Why don't you two pick
out your bowling balls?

You're lucky you caught me,
Bryant. I was on my way out.

I'm here to talk about Kelly.

Your daughter's cutting herself.

- Do you understand what I mean when I say that?
- I do...

- but Kelly's not doing that.
- I've seen the blood.

And she's doing it because
you're abusing her.

I have never laid a
hand on my daughter.

I mean verbally...
emotionally.

So I'm here to do
something no one, it seems,

has ever done before,

hold you accountable.

I know all about the boy.

Or is it boys?

How you abuse your power.

Make them give you favors.

Olivar is gonna get herself
hauled back to juvie

if she keeps spreading lies.

Noa didn't tell me anything,

but now I can't wait
to ask her about it.

What do you want,
you little bitch?

If you so much as raise
your voice to Kelly

while I get her
the help she needs,

I'll blow the whistle on you.

Also, I recommend you step down

as Community Service Leader,

effective immediately.

You really shouldn't be
around young people...

Sheriff.

What's so funny?

Are you going somewhere...

Dad?

- Do not call me that.
- What's...

going on? What happened?

I have to leave
right fucking now.

Chip: What was all
that with your mom?

Just an epic misunderstanding.

My mom thought Wes had been...

inappropriate with me.

Has he been? 'Cause to be
honest, I've... wondered.

Wondered what, Chip?

I mean, has Wes ever
tried anything with you?

Once, but... nothing happened.

And, um, where's
this coming from?

- Are you jealous?
- What? No.

And anyway, aren't
you into Imogen?

Only 'cause you
wouldn't give me a shot.

Wait, are you saying
you're not into Imogen?

Because she's
definitely into you,

- so if you're not...
- I am, I am.

Good, 'cause I don't
want her to get hurt.

And I don't want you
to get hurt with Wes.

- He's said things, okay?

- What things?
- How he wants to fuck you, okay?

He's a creep, and I don't
trust him, so just be careful.

Hi... Dad.

Sawyer: What brings
you here, Imogen?

I need your written permission
to exhume Mom's body.

I don't believe
she killed herself.

I think there's more to the
story, but I need proof.

I, uh...

I brought the form.

You know, Imogen, when your
mom and I were first together,

she struggled on and
off with depression.

How...

serious?

I mean...

bad was it?

She saw therapists...

took medications.

There was a... push
and pull with her.

Sometimes it would be like she had
gotten on the other side of it,

and then...

it'd be bad again.

Around the holidays?

Yeah.

There was one New
Year's Eve where

Davie took a combination
of alcohol and pills.

Maybe it was accidental,

maybe not.

Dad, did she ever
open up to you?

About why she was struggling?

I think maybe somethin'
happened in high school

because she wouldn't talk about
that time in her life much either.

Mm-mm.

You know the thing
I'm wrestling with...

is the mom I knew
wasn't that way.

She loved life...

radiated love.

Yeah.

Well, that was
because she changed.

She eventually completely
emerged from her depression.

What happened?

What turned her?

You did.

When she got pregnant with you,

her whole outlook
on life transformed.

No more pills...

no more days in bed.

She said, "No little girl will
be more loved than Imogen.

No little girl... will
be more cherished."

What about you?

Why didn't you want me?

Imogen, I couldn't
take care of you.

Not the way you needed.

Livin' next to a quarry's no
place for a young girl to grow up.

Davie knew that.

But even after she died?

It's not what your mom wanted.

Drew it up in her will
years after you were born,

that if anything ever
happened to her...

you would live with
Sidney Haworthe.

Davie said she'd
take care of you

like you were her own.

Is that true?

Is she... taking
good care of you?

She is.

I'll sign whatever you need.

Not just because I should...

but because I know you're right.

Your mom would never
choose to leave you.

Thank you, Dad.

And, um...

- if you can think of anything else...
- I'll call you.

I will.

Promise.

Sidney: Nine times out of
ten, it's someone you know.

But Wes wasn't at the parties.

Chip: Tabby.

- You wanna sip?
- No, I'm good.

Come on, it's a party, Tabs.

A party that you
wanted to come to.

Chip, are you sloppy
drunk right now?

- Definitely not.

Let me get you some water.

Tabby.

Wait, wait...

I don't... think
of you that way.

We're friends, Chip.

- Best friends.
- Right.

Probably should've figured
that out... by now.

- I'm gonna go.
- Uh, wait, Chip, I'll leave with you.

Honestly, Tabby, I just think
I'd rather be alone right now.

It happened the same night
as that fucked-up party

at Karen's house back in March.

Mom? Everything okay?

Oh my...

Guys, my mom heard from the lab.

She got the DNA results.

There's a match.

- Was it a football player?
- No.

No, the match came from the
blood on one of the cotton balls,

not the locker room.

Mouse: Oh my god.

So, our process of
elimination worked.

And now we know
it wasn't a jock,

but some other creep at school.

These are the names of all
the boys who donated blood.

There are 66 of them,
so one of these 66...

is the person who
did this to me.

And maybe Tabby.

So, what happens now?

I'll take the list. My mom
said she'd talk to the D.A.,

help us figure out next steps.

Well, we have to
retest those 66 boys.

Sixty-five because it
definitely wasn't Henry.

Or Shawn.

Or Ash.

Or Chip.

Tabby: You invited
me to a party, Greg.

Over the summer, in the
woods behind the school...

with a bonfire.

- You were there.
- Yeah.

- Do you remember?
- Yeah, I think so.

Okay, great.

Well, can you remember if

one person,
specifically, was there?

Chip... My friend.

He helped us with
the "Psycho" shoot.

- Could he have been there?
- Maybe?

I do remember some
nitwits crashing.

- It's possible.
- Okay.

Um, why can't you just ask him?

Stephanie... you have
to buy me milk today.

What do you want, Steve?

No... you know what?
Don't answer that.

I don't actually give a shit.

- I am done play-acting with you.
- Steve : It's Rachel.

They found her.

What?

Oh, oh my god. Where?

Where was she?
I-Is she home now?

Steve: No, Mouse...

they found... her body...

in a landfill.

Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry.

Steve: Can I see
you... please?

I need someone to talk to.

Of course.

Where are you?

Sheriff Beasley, any news?

Sheriff Beasley: What kind
of game are you playing?

I told you it would take
some time for the judge

to review your request, but you
just couldn't wait, could you?

Wait for what?

Sheriff Beasley:
I'm at the cemetery.

Your mother's grave is dug
up. Her body's missing.

- Steve: Rachel.
- Mouse: Steve.

- Steve: Rachel.
- Mouse: It wasn't your fault.

I should've been looking
for my only daughter,

but no.

No, I, I was playing.

I, I was playing with, with you.

- Oh, Rachel. Daddy's so sorry.

Don't, don't answer that.

I'm not.

What can I do?

Tell me so I can help.

Um...

uh, m-maybe, um...

maybe we should call my moms?

Here... put these on.

Rachel.

Mom, what's going on?

- Your father was arrested.
- What?! Why?

Apparently, his
tail light was out,

which makes zero sense
because he just replaced them.

And they're telling
me he resisted arrest.

- That doesn't sound like Dad.
- Of course not!

It sounds like some racist
Millwood cop abusing his power.

- I'll come with you.
- Absolutely not.

My Uber is here. You stay put.

I'll... I'll get
your father home.

Ash: Mouse cut out
of school early

and she hasn't been
answering my calls or texts.

We had kind of a crazy night with
her dad at the bowling alley.

Mouse has been in
touch with her father?

Yeah. I've met Steve
a couple of times now.

That's not Mouse's
father's name.

Dee, what are you doing?

I can track Mouse's location.

Yes, Shirley, I can
track our daughter.

And right now, we should
all be thankful for that.

- What the fuck is he doing here?
- Noa.

- Noa. Noa!
- Get the fuck out of my fucking house!

- Marjorie: Stop it!
- Get the hell out of my house!

Listen to me.

Baby, listen to
me. I called him.

- I needed the help.
- Help? From him?

You don't need that
kind of help, Mom.

Oh! Mouse, thank god.

Mouse, honey, what
are you doing here?

My motel room is
literally down the hall.

And why are you
dressed that way?

Elodie: Wait, I know him.

Ash: Mouse, what's going on?

Um... my... friend...

Steve, got some...

bad news today about
his daughter, Rachel.

I don't understand.

We were, um...
playing pretend.

Both of us.

But now...

the game's over.

I'm so sorry.

- Faran!
- Kelly,

I have to talk to
you and your mom.

There's something you need
to know about your dad.

Oh my god.

With...

With boys from
Community Service?

I-I had no idea.

He's gone off the deep end,

went after my dad, and
it's gonna get worse.

Dad, hey... um...
what's going on?

Sawyer: I remembered
somethin'.

I don't know what started
your mom's troubles,

but she did mention her high
school sweetheart once or twice.

- Maybe he can help.
- What-What was his name?

Some Tom... somethin'. Tommy.

Tom...

-Beasley?
-Sawyer: I'm not sure. Maybe.

Did you know, Mama?

Yes.

He's always had his demons.

Even back in high school...

when he...

he forced himself
on that poor girl

just to... prove something.

Imogen: Mom?

Oh my god.

Faran: Mrs. Beasley?

What poor girl?

Her name was...

Angela.