[ Woman ] Erogination. This is Wanda. How may I help you?
So, my wife loves watching your films, Mr. Olson.
As foreplay.
She's really very naughty. [ Giggling ]
Um, well, it's, uh, our anniversary coming up, and I was thinking,
what better gift for my husband than to...
make our own movie?
Just gets better and better, you know?
Filming ourselves has, um,
always been a secret fantasy of mine.
[ Mutters ]
So I said okay, you know?
But it has to be done properly.
You know, tastefully. Not tacky.
You know, a bit of class, really.
Classy.
Classy. Classy. That's it. Yes.
We do private shoots... for a fee.
Name your price.
Well-- [ Laughs ] What kind of a theme are you interested in?
It has to have a story line, you know.
Um, I was-- I was toying with a, um-- a threesome.
[ Both ] Yeah. Great.
I saw, uh, this girl in-- in some of your films.
And she-- she just-- she makes me--
- Uh-- - Curious? That's good.
Curious is good. Mm-hmm.
Curious is great. Okay, well, we got at least a dozen girls like her,
if not better. No. Um, has to be this one.
See, my wife's picky. She's very picky.
So-- Right. Absolutely.
Okay. Well, why don't we give her a call, see if she's in town?
Come with me, okay?
And while we're at it, is there anything else I can help you with?
You know, we can accommodate almost any desire.
I've, uh, always wanted to be tied up.
Bingo. I love my wife. [ Chuckles ]
Cor! Look at this lot. Okay.
[ Clears Throat ]
[ Whistles ]
[ Muttering ]
Any luck with the number? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Got it right here.
Is there a problem?
With the number-- is there a problem?
You know what? I'm gonna be totally honest with you guys.
She's the one girl I can't get you.
[ Groans ] She told me that she wanted to leave the business.
But I could get you any other girl you like. We have Amber,
and I actually think that you would find Amber--
How much for the real number?
[ Man ] * Dream, send me a sign *
* Turn back the clock *
* Give me some time *
* I need to break out *
* Make a new name *
* Let's open our eyes *
* To the brand-new day **
All tied up, eh? That was an act.
Well, the rest of it was, maybe, but that bit rang true.
In your dreams. Abso-bloody-lutely.
Hey. How was the meeting? It would've been a lot easier...
if you'd been there to show off your F.B.I. credentials.
An 18-year-old runaway girl isn't exactly a federal case.
Which is why I would never ask you to run a number without a warrant.
Oh, God.
Nice to see you too, Dad.
We're going to have to postpone this today, darlin'.
It's my final journalism project.
I shadow you two days. Fly on the wall. We discussed this months ago.
Yeah, but, you know, not today. Not this case, all right?
And here I was so proud of you. For what?
For taking on Coach Dawkins's case.
Oh, so you already know about that, do you?
- Wasn't born yesterday, Dad. - Yeah, well, don't rub it in.
Coach Dawkins and his daughter Amy are waiting for you in the conference room.
I made them some tea.
So tell me what you know.
You want to protect me from a case involving pornography. I get it.
No, about the case. What did Dawkins tell you?
Actually, it's more what I got Amy to tell me. Or don't you remember?
We used to be friends. She said Molly was abducted.
All right, look. A missing girl turns up in the porn trade.
Find another story.
My ex-coach's daughter goes missing for six months,
and he turns to you to find her?
There is no other story. Sorry, Dad.
No pressure then.
Hey. Amy, I can show you around the place now.
Right.
Olson-- he produced this lot.
He says he has no idea where Molly is, and I believe him.
Well, did you get a phone number? Did you get anything?
It was disconnected.
So I got nothing.
I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like I'm not grateful for what you're doing.
It just... kills me, what my wife would think if she'd lived to see this.
Well, I think she'd be proud that you're not gonna stop until you got your daughter back.
Why are you doing all this for me?
Well, it's every father's worst nightmare.
Proof-- Right.
Work your way through this lot.
And if you find anything useful, there's a promotion in it for one of you.
Well, I'm not really a porn guy.
Oh, pull the other one, Loker. What does that mean?
He's saying you're lying, that you love porn.
See, that's one-love to Torres.
So is that true-- about the promotion?
Does it look like I got time to hang around and talk about it?
Wait, but why now? Foster's in my ear, talking about overall efficiency.
So, one of you two's gonna get that off my plate.
By doing what exactly?
General supervisory work.
You know, it's longer hours. It's harder work.
But it comes with a personal part-time assistant.
So I'd be like Loker's superior?
Uh, so I would get an assistant? Okay.
Well, part-time, right.
All right, now, I want, um, memos from each of you, typewritten,
telling me why you think you're qualified for the job, all right?
Keep 'em brief. Get crackin'.
I just want you to know, even though you've only worked here two years,
I would happily work for you. Hmm. Yeah.
And I wouldn't let your demotion from last year...
affect the work I'd do for you if you're the V.P.
Uh, yeah. Besides, I'd never stab you in the back...
for the sake of a ridiculous competition.
Well, that's a relief. Me neither.
[ Cal ] It's Lacy, right? Yeah.
- Hello, Lacy. - Hi.
It shouldn't take a minute. It's just a couple of questions. Okay.
You've been in the business for--
Six, seven months. All right.
You know her, don't you?
See how she folded her arms? She got defensive pretty quickly.
What's the matter, you owe her money or something?
I thought this was an audition. I was told you had a job for me.
I do have a job for you. What's your hourly rate?
[ Bills Shuffling ] Five hundred.
All right. There you are, love.
So, how do you know Molly?
Cassidy? We met on set.
Well, her real name's Molly. Whatever.
I was getting away from a violent boyfriend. She needed a roommate.
We moved in together for a while.
When did you last see her?
She got out of the business a few months ago. Dropped off the planet.
Any idea where she went?
I don't know. She kept to herself.
Two kinds of girls who do this:
girls who like sex, and girls who--
Girls who what?
Who are repeating abuse patterns from their childhood.
Did she ever talk to you about her childhood?
She didn't have to. Meaning?
Meaning it was too painful. Trust me on that.
Oh.
You said you'd been in the business for six, seven months?
Any idea what your shelf life's gonna be?
You know, do you-- I mean, did you have any thoughts on that?
No. But thank you. It's so great to know that you care.
Ah. [ Mutters ]
- What do you think happened to Molly? - I already told you.
Someone took her away from me against her will.
She ran away, didn't she, Coach?
I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong.
I am a good father...
to Molly and Amy.
Well, say it then.
Let's have it.
I never, ever molested my daughter Molly... or Amy.
Well, I believe that.
But you're hiding something.
Something that put that guilt in your eyes and in those fists.
You did something...
that made your daughter run away.
Ever since Molly went missing, my dad's barely let me out of his sight for one minute.
My dad's gonna find her, Amy.
I miss her so much.
Let's go, darling. They've done all they can do for us here.
Come on, Amy. Let's go.
Uh, I don't understand.
[ Coach ] Excuse me.
Dad, what just happened? Just give them some room, all right?
Amy, why do you think Molly left?
She didn't leave. Someone took her.
Your dad knows that that's not true. Don't you, Coach?
He thinks I'm responsible for what happened to her.
Please. Molly put my dad through hell.
Stealing the car when she was 14,
cutting class all the time-- you name it.
And he never raised his voice at her-- not once.
So don't you dare blame him for any of this.
It's too late for that, sweetheart.
So he didn't abuse Molly or Amy.
Zero signs of guilt when the subject came up.
Yeah, otherwise it would have been a police matter, right,
and you'd be at home now doing your homework-- which is where you should be, by the way.
Well, thank you, Dad. For what, exactly?
For letting me be there for Amy.
Right. As a friend, right? Not as an employee, so don't get the two confused, all right?
You know, Lightman, that was a fun little wild goose chase...
you sent me on with that disconnected cell phone number.
It used to be billed to a P.O. box,
so I called all the regional hospitals and gave them both names--
uh, Cassidy Dawkins and Molly Dawkins.
The medical bill from Bethesda Hospital...
was billed to Cassidy at that address.
- Well, who said the F.B.I. were just a bunch of puppets? - Uh, that would be you, Dad.
Down.
[ Dog Barking In Distance ]
[ Siren Wailing In Distance ]
[ Doorbell Rings ] [ Knocking ]
[ Sighs ]
I'll be right back.
[ Grunts ] [ Knocking ]
Hey! Hey, hey!
Freeze! Freeze!
[ Moans ]
** [ Stereo: Hip-hop ] How do you do?
[ Man ] * I don't wanna live my life this way *
** [ Continues ]
Nice.
Hey, you guys. I'm looking for my friend Molly Dawkins.
[ Woman ] No. Sorry. [ Cal ] Anybody here know Molly Dawkins?
How about Cassidy Dawkins?
* I don't wanna live my life this way *
Thank you very much. You've been a great help.
[ Grunting ] You can't do this, brother!
This is my house! I got rights! Yeah, right.
Whatever! [ Grunts ]
You must be the owner.
Yeah, who wants to know? F.B.I.
For having a party?
- We're looking for Molly Dawkins. - I don't know no Molly Hawkins.
Don't get clever, all right? Not in them shoes.
Maybe you know her as Cassidy Dawkins.
See, I think you people have the wrong house.
You always run out the back when somebody knocks on the door?
Yeah, this is harassment. I'm calling my lawyer.
- You running a porn business? - Huh?
- That's porn for "yes." - Porn's not a crime.
[ Ben ] Filming it without a license is.
Cassidy Dawkins-- upstairs?
Downstairs?
- Upstairs it is. - Mm-hmm. Upstairs it is.
Look, these kids-- they come to me.
They need a safe place to go.
So you're some kind of social worker then?
[ Gillian ] Safe? There are drugs everywhere.
I give them food. I give them shelter.
I don't ask for anything in return. [ Laughter ]
Carry on. Yeah, except for the copious amounts of free sex on camera.
[ Gillian ] Which they're not even fully conscious for.
[ Man ] There's nothing in there, man.
Molly?
Oh-- [ Groans ]
You all right, darling?
Now would be a good time for you to call your lawyer. Molly?
What?
Hey. I'm Gillian Foster. I'm a doctor.
- What has she taken? - I don't know. I didn't give her nothing.
She asked for a place to crash. I gave her a place to crash.
Oh. What-- So this is nanny-cam, is it?
I'm gonna get her stuff.
Get-- Get outta here. We're done with you. Go. Kick rocks.
What do you guys want? To take you away from here to a safe place.
[ Scoffs ] Yeah, I've heard that before.
Yeah, I'll bet you have.
My dad sent you, didn't he?
Look, I don't ever want to see that bastard again. Just leave me alone.
Molly-- Just get out.
Molly, listen to me, okay?
You're in bad shape with some bad people.
All right? We can't force you to leave with us.
But at least let us get you out of here before the authorities show up, all right?
Hey. That's my dad's sweatshirt.
Sorry. It's a little big. You go to Cal?
Um, I'm applying. But I got that because my dad's name is also Cal.
You guys seem happy.
We have good days and not-so-good days, but mostly good.
I'm not going back.
Nobody said you had to, darling.
I know that your sister wishes you would.
Yeah, she misses you. So does your dad.
I don't want anything to do with him.
You want to tell us why not?
I'm not going back, okay?
Okay. Okay.
I mean, whatever you're scared of, I can-- I can see it's real to you.
Molly?
What? Where'd you just go?
Nowhere.
You're thinking about your dad, darling. How do you know?
I saw the exact same expression...
on your dad's face earlier today.
He'll kill me.
You're safe here, Molly. I promise. Right, Dad?
Got my word on it.
I just-- I can't live like this anymore.
Well, you don't have to, do you? I mean,
that's why we went to that dump,
we pulled you out of there and then we brought you back here to my house.
- Milk? - Yes, please.
Okay. Here.
Right.
Let's have it then.
Out with it.
My dad--
he killed my mom.
My parents argued a lot.
And one night, I was in my bed...
and I heard a scream and a loud crash.
And when I came out of my room,
I found my mom...
at the bottom of the stairs.
And my dad was just running around, cleaning something up.
He wasn't even checking on her.
When the police came,
he said that it was just an accident.
- How old were you? - Five.
You-You buried the memory?
Yeah. Until a year ago. My boyfriend and I got in a big fight,
and it all just started to come back.
You've never told anyone?
Well, I'm not saying it was the right thing to do.
I mean, I'm not proud of that. But I just knew that I had to get out of where I was.
Did you actually see your dad push your mom down the stairs?
I was there.
Granted, but it was a long time ago, right?
I saw him do it.
Are you sure what you saw wasn't something that you just pieced together...
in the confusion of what was happening?
I know what I know.
You know, I think it's time we leaned a little harder on your dad.
Don't you?
Your wife's neck was broken 14 years ago,
and your daughter describes you as running around like a headless chicken.
I want to see my daughter. He just accused you of murder, Coach.
Put your hands behind your back.
Which means that the next time you see Molly, it will be in a courtroom.
Listen, my wife died.
She broke her neck. It was an accident. It's all in the police report.
You think I killed my wife? That's why Molly ran away?
Did you argue with her that night? This is ridiculous.
Did you hit her? Did you chuck her down the stairs?
Listen, I want to see my daughter!
Amy will be placed in Protective Services until we can figure this out.
Have a seat. You can't do this.
You can't take Amy away. Yeah, he can, actually.
[ Beeps ]
Yeah, this is Agent Ben Reynolds.
I need Child Protective Services at 2270 Story Street.
Please. I can't lose Amy too!
So you really think this'll get him to talk?
Well, I don't know. It's worth a shot though, right? I don't know.
Right now all we have is Molly's confused memory about what happened 14 years ago.
If this guy even thinks "lawyer," we're screwed.
Well, I'm banking on him wanting to protect his kids.
- Dad! - Amy!
- Dad! - Here we go.
Just calm down. Just relax. Relax, relax, relax.
- You can't take him! - Amy!
He's gonna be just fine. We just want to talk to him. It's okay. Come on.
Let's get you in the house. It's okay.
[ Door Opens ]
[ Gillian ] So now what?
You tell me. I mean, who's gonna love somebody who--
Who what, Molly?
Just somebody like me.
Someone like you?
You mean an ex-actress?
Ex-porn slut.
Just say it in plain English.
No one has to know about what you were doing before.
I mean, past is past, and I won't tell anyone. Will you?
You're sweet.
Not so much.
I think you'd make a good sister.
Well, so would you.
But more importantly, so would Amy, if you let her.
She's protecting something.
Something-- Something deeper that's eating away at her.
She's got so much pain.
You make her feel better.
I'm just talking to her.
She hasn't had that in a long time.
[ Sighs ] I mean, maybe my dad's right.
I'm not ready for this.
Your dad isn't always right.
I just--
I didn't realize it was gonna be quite... like this.
Yeah.
I've known girls at school like her,
but only from a distance.
Keeping you close by might help her feel more comfortable about opening up.
Really?
[ Computer Beeping ]
"A born leader"? Really?
Your mommy tell you that? [ Mock Chuckle ] That's funny.
You can hate all you want, but I'm getting this promotion.
- What? What could you possibly have over me? - I'm a natural, remember?
Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. So, you're saying that you've accomplished nothing,
aside from just being born.
Look,
we're both good candidates for this job.
That's a nice try, with the politician's touch.
Politician's touch? You just made that up. I did?
Uh-huh. Hmm.
A calculated gesture to convince opponents...
that they're wrong, yet still be reasonable about it.
"We're all on the same side here." Okay, look, I tried to work you.
I'm sorry. This is getting out of hand.
[ Exhales ] You know, maybe that is Lightman's game.
He pits us against each other just to see who emerges alive.
Well, then let's not play his game. Let's do this our way.
Better yet,
let's just not play at all.
What would he least expect us to do?
You buy the first round after work.
Nah, just expense it.
To be a V.P., you gotta act like one.
[ Door Opens ]
Molly, I need you to do something for me.
Look, I'm really tired.
Look, I just want you to picture if your sister were here with us right now, okay?
What's the most important thing that you'd want her to know?
That I'm not coming home.
That I can't.
Hey. Uh, here you go.
Uh, sorry. If you'd rather, I can get you like a big T-shirt or something.
No, this is great. Thank you.
If I were to tell Amy something,
it would be that...
I think it would be better if she never saw me again.
Why would you say that, Molly?
Because I'm toxic.
Molly, the secret you're keeping, whatever it is,
you need to get it out.
Look, just forget it, okay? I really-- I can't do this.
You're doing great.
Please.
Do you feel like if you don't talk about it,
that... maybe it never happened?
Yeah.
You shouldn't have to cope with this on your own.
I'm H.I.V.-positive.
Oh, my God. I-- That--
Sucks. Yeah.
Are you getting treatment?
On and off.
You want to know what the worst part is?
I never even had sex except for those scenes I did.
Never shot up.
We will get you the proper care.
Well,
my life's never gonna be normal again.
** [ Soft Pop ] [ Patrons Chattering ]
Corporate culture. There's, what, like 20 people in our office,
and it feels like nobody knows each other.
That's what a V.P. should be fixing.
Social networks recede with age in a lot of primate species.
Maybe we should get to know each other.
Okay. All right. Let's play Two Truths and a Lie.
[ Chuckles ] Okay.
Um, I have a gun in my nightstand.
Mmm.
I was 18 the first time I slept with someone twice my age.
And I love videos of kittens climbing up slides or out of buckets.
Middle one is a lie. [ Laughs ] Right.
Mm-hmm. Right. I was 19.
Okay, um,
this job changed my life.
My favorite food is mustard.
And I sleep naked most nights.
Oh, the second one. Please be the second.
[ Imitates Buzzer ] I love mustard. How do you not know that?
I've just always pictured you as a naked sleeper.
Thong and a tank top.
Hmm. You know, after tomorrow,
you're gonna have to talk to me through my assistant. Uh-uh.
Your turn.
Let's see.
I sing in the shower. Hmm.
Billy Joel. [ Chuckles ]
Um-- My last girlfriend left me for a friend of mine, and I didn't see it coming.
Uh, and, uh,
I would really like to kiss you right now.
They're all true.
* Baby *
* I could rule the world *
* With a girl *
* Like you on my arm **
I should be in there with you. No. I got this one.
He thinks he's under arrest, so-- But stay close, all right?
How's he doing?
Well, he hasn't said a word, so he hasn't asked me anything and he hasn't moved.
Hey. If Molly got H.I.V. in these films,
then doesn't that mean there are others that must be infected?
And whoever infected her is probably still out there.
Look, everyone who makes these videos has to get tested,
so if someone knowingly transmitted H.I.V. to Molly, that's a crime.
If the producers, crew or anyone else was involved, then that's a crime too.
They should shut them down. All of them. Yeah.
Yeah, right now.
Oh, thanks, darling.
[ Handcuffs Clicking ]
Now what?
- Molly's H.I.V. - What?
Where is she? Is she--
I have to go see her. Please-- Please let me see her.
But she doesn't want to see you right now.
And there's nothing I can do about that...
until I know what-- what's going on.
Is she being taken care of? Has she got a doctor?
Yes. And yes.
But she's gonna need a little bit more than that.
Meaning?
You know what I mean.
Oh, man, you got no idea what you're asking me to do.
Look,
if I'm gonna put you in a room with Molly against her will,
I'm gonna need a solid reason.
And you'd do that?
[ Sighs ]
Well, I can't help you then.
My wife and I were going through a-- a rough patch.
There was two kids, and I--
It was hard.
And Molly would watch TV while Helen and I fought.
This-- The same cartoon over and over.
It was a-- [ Chuckling ] It was a damn monkey.
And it would leave things out for people to slip on.
And Molly copied every little thing that monkey did. [ Chuckles ]
She started leaving toys out all over the house, and--
and we told her, you know, "Someone's going to get hurt."
And then--
But she just kept doing it.
Your wife fell.
Yeah.
She broke her neck.
And you hid this.
She was just a little girl.
I didn't want her to live her whole life with her mom's blood on her hands.
So you want Molly to keep believing that Dad killed our mom?
I don't think the truth's gonna help your sister.
I mean, not in this case.
She barely has the coping skills to deal with her illness.
Now imagine if she knew the truth about your mom's death.
But she was just a kid. It's not her fault.
I know. I-I agree with you. But after all she's put you and your father through--
I mean, the guilt could-could send her into another tailspin.
What-What do I tell her?
- How old are you? - Sixteen.
Right. I was two years older than you when my mom killed herself.
Pills.
I'm sorry.
Happens. The doctors, they said to me, "It's not your fault."
But I still to this day think that I should have seen that one coming.
Now, what if they'd said to me that...
she died of a stroke or something?
That, you know, she died peacefully?
Molly needs a believable explanation for what she remembers.
So, what? You're gonna lie to her?
I'm gonna get her back with her dad.
I think that I have an idea.
Good morning.
Great morning.
Oh, hey, Lightman was looking for that DVD from yesterday. Do you have it?
Why are you doing that thing where you act like nothing happened last night?
I'm being professional.
We're colleagues. Can't you be professional?
Oh, yes, absolutely.
Yes, I can. In fact, let me return this to you in a professional manner.
Did you lose something last night, colleague?
- What? - Hmm? Nothing.
You two are so gonna have to do better than that.
I'm not even a scientist, and I can tell.
Thank you, Anna.
Are they bringing in a new V.P.? There's a rumor going around.
- What? What rumor? Who said that? - No one.
Everyone. I'm sorry.
Maybe they're gonna promote one of you.
[ Clears Throat ]
I'll leave now.
You should give it back to her now, whatever it is.
So, uh, last night's... thing--
Um, it's off the table.
Yeah, definitely.
But I was thinking, what if neither of us takes the promotion?
[ Chuckles ] Well, maybe last night only happened...
because something's about to change.
Or maybe last night is more important than a promotion.
If you turn down the promotion, and he offers it to me, I'll take it.
I'm sorry, but it's true.
Molly was infected on your set.
Look, I run a clean operation.
Everyone is legal, consenting, and H.I.V.-negative.
Four actresses from your movies have been infected with H.I.V. in the last year.
You know, this may come as a shock to you, but, uh, some porn stars--
they catch the virus on their own dime.
If you knowingly exposed Molly to H.I.V., then you're going to jail.
Why would I do that? I'm a businessman.
Let me explain something to you.
I'm about to subpoena everybody you've worked with in the last five years.
- So how's that for business? - An 18-year-old kid...
just found out that at best she's gonna live out...
the rest of her days fighting to stay healthy, and at worst...
she's gonna die young. We want a list of all the other actors...
that Molly and the other H.I.V.-positive girls have worked with.
Their real names, their addresses, phone numbers.
All you had to do was ask.
[ Sighs ]
So you're saying that you don't remember any of 'em?
What can I say? Ass kind of blends together after a while.
Well, you know, Olson says that you worked with all four of these actresses.
And since then, all four of 'em have been tested positive for H.I.V.
Now, I'm doing the math, and it all adds up the same way.
I get checked before every shoot.
It's just what you do.
You hear that raised pitch? He's really the guy?
So you're telling us that you're disease-free? Right.
What's it like?
I mean, really, how's it feel...
to give four girls potentially a death sentence?
What's that like?
Look, I'm sorry if some of these girls got sick.
No, you're not. He's not, you know.
Yeah, I know. There's not a shred of remorse there.
I've got nothing to be remorseful for.
You want proof?
Now, how could I be lying...
if my blood test from last week says that I'm clean?
[ Chuckles ] Thank you for this.
For what?
Being as dumb as you look.
Thanks for taking the time, Doctor.
You said Fentris gave you my name?
Yeah. He said, um, you know, you could...
give me a hand, you know, with my little problem.
You know, itching. Get my drift?
I'm sure Fentris told you I don't take insurance.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Cash, cash. Cash up front, right? Got it.
I got one question for you though.
Did you charge these girls extra?
- I don't follow. - You have no idea who these people are, do you?
Should I?
No, you've never seen them before in your life. But funny thing is, right,
if one of them dies,
you're going to jail for murder.
Wacky.
Okay, I don't know what your deal is, but I think you should leave.
- Hey, Doc. - This is F.B.I. Agent Ben Reynolds.
He's got an itch too. And if you even try and deny...
that you gave Lee Fentris a free pass to infect those girls,
- I'm gonna rip your throat out. - Open wide.
All right, get up. You're under arrest.
What for? I didn't do anything.
You're H.I.V.-positive. Your doctor's been falsifying your papers.
You've been that way for two years. That's attempted murder.
Let's go. [ Sighs ]
This way. People like you--
you think we're all living in sleaze.
Not true. I had a good life.
It just didn't pan out. What about Molly and all the other girls then?
Well, I guess it didn't pan out for them either.
Is that him? Is that that son of a bitch?
Hey, what the hell is he doing here? I called him.
I thought that's the least I could do. So-- Yeah, that's him.
I've always been proud of the fact I never resorted to violence,
you worthless piece of trash.
I'll forget your face, but you'll never forget mine.
Hey. Hey, hey. Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
So, Amy left some toys out,
my mom tripped on them and fell,
and that's what killed her?
Yeah. He was covering up for her.
He didn't want her to have to live with the guilt, you know.
Missed you.
Molly.
- Amy just found out what really happened. - You told her?
No, I did.
I loved your mom.
But if you were protecting Amy, why wouldn't you tell me?
Molly,
just try to be your dad for a second, all right?
You were protecting me too?
He's had a hell of a day.
He needs you.
Well, that's the understatement of the century.
I'm sorry.
[ Door Closes ]
You got the job, didn't you?
Can't say I'm not completely and incredibly surprised.
Well, you deserve it.
The raise, the assistant, the inevitable superiority complex.
Yeah. About that--
Wait, you didn't turn it down, did you?
Loker?
I took the job.
Right.
But technically, the superiority complex...
and the job don't start until tomorrow.
So I was thinking that we could get a drink...
and celebrate.
I wish I could, boss.
[ Woman ] * I'll never lie again *
[ Continues ]
What are you doing? Finishing my journalism essay.
Okay.
How's it going? I just have one last question.
Right.
You're worried about the lie Amy has to tell, aren't you?
Off the record?
All right. In my experience, right,
telling a lie-- never really a good thing.
Even if it'll save a family, a life?
I hope I got this one right, Em. I really do.
Would you ever lie to protect me?
You've never put me in that position.
That's a deflection. And a little naive, by the way.
You see, you've been spending far too much time hanging around at my office.
Just answer the question, please.
I'd lie my ass off to protect you.
Me too.
Let's do your homework then.
[ Typing ]
* I'll never lie again *
Uh-oh.
What are you gonna tell the teacher?
Dog ate it. Right.
Em? Hmm?
Come here.
We haven't got a dog.
Well, I guess we'll have to get one then. [ Kisses ]
What you want to call it? ** [ Ends ]