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Hi.
I'm Ella, junior publicist.
Jonah, you are
a hugely talented filmmaker.
Anton V
wants you
to model for his new line.
I teach first grade.
All my life, all I wanted was
to be a doctor.
I'm still a little concerned
about your finances.
I can work it out.
The late nights,
the mystery men.
I resent you interrogating
me like I'm some kind of
***?
If you think you need to
go out and take what's not yours,
there's obviously something
missing in your life.
Oh, my God.
Sydney.
Did you know her pretty well?
I met her four years ago.
She was the one who convinced
me I could be a real chef.
Do either of you happen
to know where Auggie Kirkpatrick
might be?
Why?
Mr.
Kirkpatrick's wanted
for ***.
* I think I felt my heart skip
a beat *
Jonah, wait up.
Oh, look who's not
so fast after all.
Excuse me.
Oh, Miller wins again.
Ugh!
Towards the back.
All right, I'm flipping
Toward the back.
I'm flipping as fast as I can.
Oh,
my God.
Oh, my God.
Ladies and gentlemen.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is my fiance.
Jonah!
That's She's right here.
Jonah!
Hello, embarrassing.
Uh, you might want
to get used to it.
Huh?
Oh, my gosh!
Okay.
You just, like,
drove by on a bus.
Okay, this is officially weird.
No, this is officially, like,
the greatest thing ever.
I'm getting all of these.
Jonah, we don't need all of them.
Yes, we do.
Yes, we do.
I'm sending them to
people.
Finally, my parents
will know that one of us
made it in Hollywood.
Hey, can I have
a bag for these? All of them.
I want all the ones you have.
* You got me
Oh, Anton was right.
The schoolteacher's
absolutely gorgeous.
All right, look,
whatever issues you have,
just leave them
at the door tonight.
This launch party better go
smoothly.
Caleb, there is no place
that I would rather be.
Well, except for maybe Fallujah,
getting my fingernails
ripped out.
* Now I'm that ***,
now I'm that *
Ella, I'm serious.
Being Riley's handler means
she's within ten feet
of you at all times.
With Anton in Milan,
it's our job to make sure
Riley's story gets out there.
* Now I'm that ***, and you're
just a clown *
Caleb, Riley is an adult.
Expertly potty-trained.
Trust me, all I
need to do is go
and drink the free champagne.
* And you're just a clown
* Now I'm that ***,
now I'm that *** *
You're doing this.
Direct orders from New York.
* Now I'm that ***
Oh, well, you can tell New York
that when we're looking
for their opinion, we'll ask.
Why don't you
tell New York yourself?
Amanda, um,
I thought you weren't,
uh, visiting
for another two weeks.
You know how I love surprises.
This L.
A.
branch is drowning
in red
like a steer
in a slaughterhouse.
Now, when I hired you to
give this place a makeover,
I didn't mean smear
it with lipstick
and turn it into a
five-dollar ***.
This office
is pathetic.
Uh, Amanda,
you hired me to
revamp this company
from the ground up.
I'm still establishing
new client relationships.
Anton V, for example.
This could be a hugely
successful campaign.
Anton V? More like Anton Y.
As in, why are we spending
so many man hours
on a denim line?
And I think we both know
what I mean by man hours.
You could have been
a leader,
Caleb, but your focus shifted
from your client's assets
to your client's ***.
You're fired.
Get out.
Take your bat
and balls with you.
It's too early to be awake,
let alone engaged
in physical activity.
Yeah, that's the
worst part of L.
A.
No seasons means
no excuses not to exercise.
Leave it
to the Cincinnati girl
to complain
about 350 days of sunshine.
Whatever.
You L.
A.
natives-- you don't
even know what you're missing.
Changing leaves,
hot cocoa at the
football games.
Oh, Skyline Chili-- so good.
I know exactly
what season it is in L.
A.
Concert season.
L.
A.
Phil, Friday night.
Orchestra section.
A little wine,
a little Rachmaninoff.
What do you say?
Since when have you been
interested
in classical music, hmm?
Since Ella told me
you had a thing
for Russian composers.
That's very sweet, but, um,
kind of sounds
like a date, David.
Good.
That's how
it's supposed to sound.
Come on, Disney Concert Hall
has insanely comfortable seats.
I should know.
I spent hours sleeping in them.
I'm sure you have.
I just have a lot
going on right now.
Okay?
Oh, my God.
I got to get down there.
Do you want to tell me
why the hell
the cops found
your blood on that knife?
David, I didn't kill her.
Look, after you passed
out that night,
I showed up at Syd's.
She was coked-up, drunk.
I tried to stop her
from doing another line,
she came at me with that knife.
You know my record.
I look guilty as hell, so
I lied to the cops.
Ended up here.
I never thought
you could have done it.
Auggie, I woke up
with that knife in my hand.
David, I saw you in that bed.
You were out cold.
There is no way
you got up and killed her.
What are you talking about?
Someone framed you.
Or at least
they tried to.
Now, I'm the one
going down for it.
My father.
Your dad?
If anyone's capable of ***, he is.
Yeah, but that doesn't explain
why he would frame his own kid.
He knew that Syd and I
were sleeping together.
He hates me.
I'm not letting you
take the fall for this.
First,
let me take care of your bail,
and then I'm going to go
to his house, and I'm gonna find
whatever piece of evidence
I can
to link him to Syd's death.
All right?
*
You wanted to see me?
Come in.
Ms.
Woodward,
it is an honor to
finally meet you.
Your article in Vanity
Fair is pretty much
what inspired me
to become a publicist.
Shockingly, I didn't call you
here for your life story.
Although, your absentee father
and pill-popping mother make
for a very juicy tale.
Well, how did you know that?
You'd be surprised what I know.
We need to talk about tonight.
Oh, you have nothing
to worry about tonight.
I have been running point on
Anton V since the beginning.
You mean, you had a chance
to stop a designer from risking
his line on some schoolteacher
who's never stepped
in front of the camera before?
Uh, actually, I warned Caleb
that Anton was making
a mistake with Riley.
You must have been
terribly unconvincing.
Look, take it from a
former advertising exec.
Riley Richmond
as the face of his
Real People campaign
is about as real
and interesting
as a plastic mannequin.
Anton can't sell
a rags-to-riches fairytale
using someone who's had
every opportunity given to her
on a silver platter.
Here.
* Dark lights, the walls drip
with the sound *
* I'm like a magnet
I'm supposed
to get Riley to say this?
Uh, with all due respect,
Ms.
Woodward,
none of this
is true.
If you have a problem,
there's a long list
of eager assistants willing
to take your place.
No.
No problem.
No problem at all.
So after leaving you my fifth
unreturned voicemail,
I figured that you must
be buried deep beneath
the great American
screenplay.
When do I get to read it?
Actually, probably never.
You know how Andrew Misher got
that Senior VP gig at Universal?
Mm-hmm.
Well, in the process,
Living in Reverse got rerouted
to development hell.
What do you think you're doing?
Bringing you your wardrobe.
And hi.
I just read the
bio you sent me.
Every word is a lie.
Wait.
What are you talking
about? What's going on?
"Raised by a single mother
in a low-income household,
"Riley Richmond fought
gang violence
"on the rough
streets of Boston's
"Roxbury neighborhood.
"Her dreams to teach
brought her to L.
A.
,
"where Anton V discovered her
on a playground
and changed her life forever.
"
Ella
Riley's from
Beacon Hill.
Her dad's an attorney
who argues in front
of the Supreme Court,
and her mom's an editor
for the Boston Globe.
Exactly.
The masses don't relate
to private schools
and brownstones.
Ella, none of this is
even close to the truth.
I'm not some
WPK stereotype.
And I'm not going to the launch
if it means lying
about who I am.
Okay, look, Riley,
it's no secret
that we're not
the closest of friends,
but the "W" in WPK just took
a battle axe to Caleb,
and
if I let her down tonight,
I'm next.
Why do you even want to
work for someone like that?
Because work's
all I have, Riley.
Okay? I don't come home
to a hug from Jonah
and a voicemail from my parents
telling me how proud they are.
My life is my BlackBerry.
So you want me to lie
so you can protect your job?
Well, that
and for you.
I mean, didn't you read
your contract?
If you don't fulfill all
publicity obligations,
then you don't get
your ten grand.
Okay?
Now why don't you
try these on
and I will check
back in later? Okay?
Bye.
I can't believe
this is happening.
Hey, screw it.
I say we finally take our parents
up on that early wedding present.
Yeah, and let my mom
relish in the fact
that I can't live on my own?
You know she's
been dying to say
"I told you so"
since we moved here.
I'm not taking her money.
Riley, you can't
go to this party
forced to lie
through your teeth.
All right, we'll figure
something out.
Jonah, how many
drunken wedding guests
have you filmed
dancing to "YMCA"?
It's my turn.
I want to do this for us.
And if getting paid means
lying about who I am,
then I guess it
won't kill me
to stretch the truth
this one time.
* I'll be the same
when it all blows up *
* I'll be the same
when it all goes down *
* Let the first one
open it up *
* I'll be the last one
to go let it out *
* Don't know if I'll give you
a shot yet *
* Little mama, I'm
peepin' your style *
* Though I think you're
dope enough, yep *
* One way of finding it out
David.
What are you
doing here?
Vanessa.
Surprised to see me
when I should be at yoga?
No, I'm here to talk
to my father, so
Really? Because
he's at a medical
conference in Rome.
You get within 500 feet
of my son again
and I will have you arrested.
After you put Noah
in the hospital,
I filed for a restraining order.
Wow.
You're really
pulling all the stops,
aren't you?
You know what, take the blinders
off for a second, Vanessa.
My father's a killer.
Yeah, he had every reason
in the world
to want Sydney dead.
He was sleeping with her
right up until she died.
She was going to tell you.
Michael would never do something
like that to his family.
Says who? My dad?
He's an egomaniac.
The second that Syd
threatened to destroy
his career, he killed her.
If you want to be
a good mother
to Noah, I'd put
him in the car
and drive him out of L.
A.
as fast as you can.
Get off my property.
My pleasure.
* And my favorite dress
and fishnet stockings *
Ella.
Oh, my God.
Caleb, are you okay?
You stormed out of that office
so fast, you put the whole
bullpen in a tizzy.
No, I'm not okay.
Amanda Woodward does not
come all the way
across the country just
to slap us on the wrist.
Our numbers are fine.
There's no reason
for her to be here.
So the woman wants some face time
and a natural tan.
Look, I didn't say anything before,
because of my blind loyalty
to Amanda,
but she's been asking all kinds
of questions about you:
your call logs, your lunches,
your, your client list
What?
She's the president of WPK.
Less than a year ago,
I was rolling
phone calls and filling
Yogurtland orders.
There is something
going on, Ella.
You can't stay there.
Really?
And since when are you
out to offer a helping hand?
Don't you get it?
That woman will
get inside your head
and make you do things
that you never
dreamed that you would do.
That woman is the reason
why I don't take
vacation days.
Okay? She's the reason why I can
count all my closest friends
on one hand and the reason why I
spend all my money on shoes.
This is where
it all pays off, Caleb.
***
Hey.
Hey.
You're just
in time for Jonah's
world famous Miller Mojito.
Perfect, the stronger,
the better, Jonah.
There is no way I am going
to this party sober.
Yeah, well,
that makes two of us.
So, how are we
coming on that bio?
All up here.
Okay, people.
Time to wet your whistles
with a Killer
Miller Mojito.
Hey, guys.
Auggie!
You're free.
Sort of.
David posted my bail.
So, uh, what'd I miss
around here?
Oh, gosh, nothing.
Just really,
typical sunbathing,
barbecue
Police raid.
Jonah.
Yeah, I heard about that.
You had no idea the police
were looking for you?
Wait a minute, you guys don't
really think I'm guilty?
Look, I'm not a murderer.
I didn't kill Sydney.
Riley?
I'm going to go
get ready for tonight.
Actually, Ella, can I take
a look at that dress?
I don't have anything to wear.
Yeah, sure,
no problem.
Come with.
We should probably
get going, Riley.
Start getting ready,
like, yesterday.
Come on.
* Late again to homeroom
* Crying every time you call
* Cheated in my high school,
wander up and down *
Wow, the cops really
messed this place up, huh?
Enter at your own risk.
Heard you were back.
Yeah, I guess
it didn't take long
for the Neighborhood Watch
to form.
They take turns patrolling
the courtyard yet?
I know what
people are saying,
and it's totally stupid.
You're obviously not a killer.
Look, Violet, I appreciate
you being in my corner,
but everyone out there
turned on me in a heartbeat.
If they see you
hanging around with me,
you'll be next.
Do you hear what you're saying?
If they really think
you're capable
of killing Sydney,
then the people in that
courtyard aren't our friends.
But if you don't
want me hanging around
I get it.
Look, Violet
I mean,
you were pretty much out of here
the second we slept together.
When the guy runs
off to Mexico,
it's kind of obvious
he's just not
that into you.
Yeah, Violet
Violet, look,
I didn't leave because of us.
Okay, I left because I was
pissed at myself
for blowing it with Marcello.
Don't take it personally.
It's hard not to.
I mean, I'm not like
the girls in L.
A.
I don't just sleep around.
I guess I just
expected a phone call
or something.
Yeah, you're right.
I messed up.
I
Look, things just got pretty
intense with us pretty fast.
Maybe it's just
better that we stick
with a friend vibe for awhile.
Yeah that's fine.
Totally cool.
Oh, my gosh, you thought
that limo was awesome,
check this out.
* Got me singing, na-na-na-na,
every day's like *
Oh, my God.
* Remember the first
time we met *
* You was at the mall
with your friends *
* Who would have ever knew
that *
Ooh, hot for teacher!
Riley, you look
fantastic.
Okay, come on.
Let's go show off those pearly whites.
Oh, and remember,
Anton changed your life.
Let's go.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the face of Anton V's
"Real Denim" line,
Riley Richmond.
Riley!
Riley!
Riley! Riley!
Riley!
Who's your boyfriend?
Can I have a
picture of
just Riley please?
Oh, uh, sure.
Yeah.
Riley, over here!
Mm, they are loving her.
Hey, you know it's
only a matter of time
before you're out
there on the carpet.
It just takes
some people
longer to recognize talent
when it's sitting there
right in front of their face.
Riley?
How did gang violence
affect you growing up?
Do you feel like
a princess in a fairy tale?
After raising you and
your brother all on her own
Riley, do
you see yourself
as a role model for
young women everywhere?
Does this seem real to you at all?
Okay!
Riley, sweetheart,
come here, come here.
I have someone
I want you to meet.
Thank you.
Bye.
Thanks so much.
Remember, you escaped the
streets to chase a dream.
You are a survivor.
One wrong sound bite and you can
kiss that ten grand good-bye.
* Like my iPod's stuck on
replay *
I combed through his desk,
his files nothing.
David,
your dad was having an affair.
If he's hiding something,
it'll be in a place
where his own wife
won't even touch.
Let me call you back.
Syd?
Ella?
How long
do I need to stay here?
Until the last
blinding flashbulb.
You are doing such a good job,
by the way.
Well, I don't feel
good about any of this.
I mean, what happens
if my students find out
that the person who
teaches them to tell
the truth is a total liar?
Riley, relax.
Okay?
I highly doubt
the bouncer will be
lifting up the velvet rope
for a first grader.
Look, why don't you just
go find Jonah
and dream about
how you're going to spend
your ten grand?
Great.
Oh.
Hi.
It's quite a party.
You somehow
convinced every member
of the fashion press
to care about real people.
Oh, well, Anton V
is an important client.
Trust me, Riley
has been rattling off
that bio so well,
it's almost as if
she actually had to struggle
a day in her life.
Hmm.
Good work, Ella.
Maybe you're not
as useless as I thought.
* She's on the dance floor,
she's gonna break my back *
* The way she shakes it
and shakes it *
* She's got me wanting more
* Girl, finish up your drink,
so we can go for a ride *
Hi!
Hey!
What does a girl have to do
to get an autograph
around here, huh? Lauren!
Look at you!
I totally thought you were a model.
Um, that would be you
on the life-sized
print ad.
I'm so proud of you.
Trust me,
this whole night is just
one big, superficial fantasy.
Yeah.
Hey, um, David said
he was coming.
Have you seen him?
Actually, yeah,
he just texted.
Something came up.
Which in David speak
probably means
he met a girl on Sunset
and had to buy her a drink.
Yeah, of course.
Wait a second-- why are you
asking about David?
Uh, there's
there's no reason, Riley.
I'm just
wondering.
Oh
What?
Oh, my God, Lauren.
You are totally
blushing right now.
What? It's hot in here!
Riley!
Come on.
David?
Can you name anyone
who's more my polar opposite?
Okay, the five-inch heels,
the three-hour hair,
the this.
Okay, all right.
So, so maybe, maybe I have
a teeny crush on him.
Okay, I knew it! I knew it!
I've always seen you guys
shoot looks across the pool.
Yeah, well looking's
probably about
as far as it's going to go.
Plus, with my workload,
it's just impossible.
How do you know unless you try?
The worst thing would
be letting your life
pass you by and having it take
your soul mate with it.
Bottle of water for the model
and a *** soda for her keeper.
- Right away!
- Make that two vodkas.
Got it!
Ooh, the new Judith Leiber
Parting gift from the ex.
She threw it at me
on her way out the door.
Melissa Sax.
Talent agent, I know.
Oh.
Your photos are
all over Variety,
along with your
reputation.
I'm a shark
who wants to eat this town
for breakfast?
Something like that.
I guess we have a lot in common.
Wait a minute--
you know me?
Of course.
I've been trying to catch
your eye all night.
Oh, well, you've got it now.
Look, Ella,
you're a very talented girl.
Far too talented to be wasting
your time at any job
with the word "junior" in front of it.
What are you saying?
I should start over
in some agency mail room?
Actually, I think you'd look
pretty hot in a corner office.
Melissa
I'm not an agent.
Really?
You have an eye
for talent, you're driven
and I have a feeling
you're dangerously persuasive.
And from my
research,
I would say you're
quite the people person.
Why don't we find
somewhere quiet
and discuss your career?
* In the privacy
of my own home, now *
* Now, I'm not your parents,
I think you owe me a show *
* So, I got a stripper pole
in my bedroom *
* And I like the way you're
dropping low *
* What you try to do, shorty?
* Oh, I can tell that you're
down for whatever *
* If you think that you can
handle me *
* I'm trying to go home
with you *
Our agency's been looking
for someone with your claws.
Why are you wasting your time
at some dead-end PR firm?
I'd hardly call it "dead-end.
"
I mean, WPK is the
best firm in LA.
Ah, well, maybe so.
But what is Ella Simms doing
mopping up celebrity
spilled milk?
You should be
somewhere where your
talents are respected.
I've got to get back to Riley.
I'm on the clock.
So quit.
Come with me.
I'll double your client load.
That's double your commission.
Look, Melissa, I don't want
to burn any bridges here,
and this has
definitely been fun,
but, um my heart,
as cold as it may be,
belongs to WPK.
Hmm.
That's too bad.
Amanda Woodward's
lucky to have you.
Yeah.
She is.
* Temperature's rising,
I'm about to explode *
Hungry?
David, this is autumn.
In L.
A.
Well, I figure you can't
bring the girl to Cincinnati,
bring Cincinnati to the girl.
Where did you get Skyline Chili?
Where do you think?
You did not
seriously have this
flown out from my hometown.
I figure if I can
find my way into a heavily
guarded mansion
without breaking a sweat,
I can call for delivery.
You and I have vastly different
definitions of "delivery.
"
I'm sorry.
I can't right now.
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
I know you jumped through hoops
to make tonight perfect, David.
I'm sorry.
Hey.
There's no
rush here, at all.
Right.
So why do I feel
like this isn't how
your other dates end?
Lauren, I've never dated
anyone like you.
I hope you know that.
I'm starving.
Can we get to that food
before it gets cold?
Yeah, I'd love that.
Okay.
Hey.
Come here often?
How's the belle
of the ball?
Better, now.
I'm officially
schmoozed out, though.
I have schmooze
coming out of my ears.
Riley.
Hi.
I'm writing a column
for Vogue
about Anton's "Real People.
"
Oh, uh, okay.
So what's it like going
from hand-me-down jeans
to becoming the face
of Anton's denim line?
Well, you know
When you want something
bad enough,
you can't let a little
adversity get in your way.
A little?
Riley, you're an amazing
story of survival.
I read that you and your mom
used to sleep in your car?
Your students must
really look up to you.
My students, right.
You know what, I hope
my students can look up to me,
because
I teach them to be truthful.
I'm sorry.
I can't do this.
I'm not the role model
that you think I am.
Let's get out of here.
Wait, what do you
mean you're not
a role model?
Look how far you've come.
Just do what you've got to do.
Oh, God! No, no, no!
No, no, no!
Anton gave me a fake biography,
and I went along with it.
Riley!
Look, I'm not
from the streets.
I've never heard a gunshot
in my life.
I've never even had
my car broken into.
And my parents are still
very much in my life.
In fact, my dad offered
to pay for Harvard Law School,
just so I would
follow in his footsteps.
The only real thing here
is that I'm a teacher
who loves her job.
Great.
Come on.
Excuse me.
No, no!
No-no-no-no-no!
No! Whoa! Wait, Riley!
Oh, great.
Amanda's going
to skin me alive.
Not satisfying enough.
The reporter
from Vogue just said
she's running a story
called "Anton V:
Real Jeans for Fake People.
"
Well, done, Ella.
Okay, look,
Riley promised me
that she wasn't going
to say anything.
And you trusted her.
I guess your friend's
not such a great
friend, after all.
See me tomorrow at 1:00.
I'll be at East.
Excuse me.
They said
they'd keep this up front.
Ah!
Amanda.
Hello,
Melissa.
How are you, darling?
Oh! I'm great.
Well?
Thank you so much
for the lovely evening.
And thank you for being
so irresistible.
Well, almost irresistible.
I gave her the apple,
but she didn't bite.
She might be young
and idealistic, but she's loyal,
Amanda.
She's cute, too.
Yeah.
Well, so are puppies.
She passed your little
test with flying colors.
So I guess now
we're even.
The next time I decide
to get all "in the
moment," please stop me.
My big mouth just
cost us $10,000.
Hey, a zillion
magazine ads couldn't make me
prouder than I am
right now.
Riley, can I talk
to you for a sec?
Alone.
Preferably.
Yeah, um,
I don't think so.
Whatever you have to say
you can say in front of Jonah.
The police said they got
an anonymous tip
that I was in Mexico,
but you were
the only one who knew
where I was staying.
You mean where you were hiding?
Jonah, it's okay.
Auggie,
the police were
looking for you.
They had that knife.
What did you
want me to do, lie?
I wanted you to trust me.
Not have the Federales
drag me out of my room and throw
me into a six-foot cell.
Hey, Riley's not the one
with a criminal history here.
You know what,
no one's talking to you.
Okay.
Come on.
Let's go,
this is pointless.
Riley, look me
in the eye and tell me you
actually think I did this.
Riley, you of all people?
Dude!
Back off!
Okay, come on.
Let's just go home.
Auggie?
Everything's cool, Violet.
Oh, my God.
It's fine, just
Just get out of here.
You don't need that.
You don't know what I need.
Seriously,
it's best if you just leave.
You want to throw away
all your progress for a stupid drink?
What progress?
In a few weeks,
I'm going to be in jail,
so none of this even matters.
Don't talk like that.
Why not?
I'm a drunk with a record
who can't even convince
his own friends he's innocent.
Who cares what they think?
I do! I care!
You don't need that.
You needomeone
who believes in you.
Ms.
Woodward.
Have a seat.
Thank you.
Wow, I've never been
here before.
The food looks amazing.
Don't get comfortable.
I'm meeting
someone in ten minutes.
Oh.
Ella, what's your end game?
Honestly
I want to be you.
Well, that's a pretty lofty
goal for someone
who can't even perform
a simple babysitting task.
Okay, I'll admit, last night
wasn't my finest hour,
but I am a great publicist.
No, Ella,
you're a decent publicist
who hasn't learned
to disengage her emotions.
And prove to me you want this.
Ms.
Woodward, I guarantee you,
this job is my life.
You know, I can't help
but wonder what sort of trouble
your model friend would
find herself in
should, I don't know
her school find out that
she used sick days
to work the photo shoot.
Well, they'd probably fire her.
Well, did she know
that your job was
on the line last night?
That's not the point.
Riley's punishment was
not getting her ten grand.
Why torture her?
What does she matter to WPK?
She doesn't matter to WPK,
at all.
But she matters to you.
So if you plan on staying
around for more than a week,
you need to show me
that you are capable
of putting your work
above everything else,
including your
friendships.
Call the school.
Tell them what she did.
Ms.
Woodward
if that's what it takes
to be you, then
I'm sorry.
I guess I'm not interested.
Enough.
Oh.
I am burning
all of these.
Recycle, it's better
for the environment.
You know what?
I say good riddance.
Riley, your heart
belongs in the classroom,
not on the runway.
That's probably Ella,
calling to ream me out.
Hello?
Principal Fleming, hi.
I know, you're right.
I completely messed up.
Look, I'm sorry.
Couldn't I?
Yeah
I know, you're right.
I
Yeah, bye.
Hey, what happened?
I just got fired.
What?
Why, because of the pictures?
Principal Fleming
somehow found out
I used sick days to be
at the photo shoot.
Oh, give me a break.
I mean, everybody fakes
a cough into the phone
every once in awhile.
You should fight this.
She's right.
I used a week of sick days
to work a higher-
paying job.
This is grounds for being fired.
What was I thinking?
Hey, come on.
Riles, it's okay.
No, it's not, Jonah.
We have no source of income.
Hey, genius idea.
You ready?
I'll finally take my Uncle
Louis up on that gig at his
office supply store.
Bookkeeping job, Jonah?
Hey, it's a paycheck.
It's 12-hour days,
including weekends.
You'll have
no time to write.
You can't take meetings.
You said it yourself,
years will
go by, and you'll still
be on page ten
of your screenplay.
Well, yeah,
it was really easy for me
to give highfalutin' speeches
when I had the choice.
No, if anything, I should be
looking for the new job.
I am the one who got fired.
Hey, look at
everything you did
so we could pay
off our bills.
That wasn't easy.
Now, it's my turn, okay?
We'll be fine.
I promise.
Amanda, no, you didn't.
Is everything okay?
Uh, yeah, fine.
Just suffering
from a little lunch coma.
But you,
my friend, you have
some explaining to do.
What's up with the harvest
fest in my living room?
Did Lauren say anything?
Just how super sweet
and romantic you were.
And some other stuff
that I couldn't hear
over the sound
of my own gagging.
David!
When did you get cute?
Just a little dinner.
It's not a big deal.
Uh-huh.
Okay, fine.
Play it cool, but I know
that you're a
cheese ball at heart.
At least there's some
good news coming out
of this courtyard.
Actually
you might want to prepare
yourself for a little pro bono
spin work on
Auggie's reputation.
Oh, David, Auggie
has you wrapped
around his murderous
little finger.
He didn't do it, El.
My dad killed Sydney.
What?
I found a necklace
in his car--
Sydney's necklace.
I know 'cause I
gave it to her.
She was wearing it
the night she died.
David, your dad's a genius
heart surgeon.
Why would he hold on
to hard-core evidence?
I don't know.
But he's got a plan
for everything.
You know, he did everything
in his power
to make my life a living hell.
And if I play this
right, I can return
the favor and put that ***
away for good.