All language subtitles for 90210.S05E19.The.Empire.State.Strikes.Back.1080p.NF.WEB-DL.DD5.1.x264-DEEP_track3_eng

Previously on 90210:
I like you, Silver,

and I'm pretty sure
you like me, too.

I could have done something
to really hurt you.

You can date Mark
if you want,

but we're done.

NAVID: Sorry about Silver.
I know it hurts,

but you got me.

I really like you.
I like you, too.

I'm afraid that when I tell
you the truth

about my family,
you may not want

to be involved with me.

Why would you lie to me?

'Cause she wants
my inheritance.

She used you.

Liam, I'm sorry,

but I had a lot of
money on the line.

AMANDA:
Welcome to Armitage Books.

Your blog has a real shot

of finding the audience
that it deserves.

I'm Author X,
and I'm done hiding.
What?

How did you think you were
gonna get away with this?

If you would just
let me explain.
Explain what?!

How you wrote about me?
How you used me

like every other woman I've ever
been involved with?

You're messing with real
people's lives here.

Patrick?

We need to talk.

(sighs)

(sighs)

What are you doing here?

Gee, Annabelle, I don't know.

Maybe it has something to do
with your little book

about a naive Beverly Hills girl

who mistakes sex for love

and sells herself
to the villainous "Patterson."

It's not bad for a hooker,
heart of gold and all.

Screw you, Patrick.

Oh, we're way past screwing.

Nancy O'Dell just tweeted
that Author X will be revealed

on her special in two days.
I won't let that happen.

Well, it's my decision.
It's not about you.

You can't be
that stupid.

The entire country is on
a witch hunt

for Patterson's real identity,
and I didn't exactly

cover my tracks with you.

My wife cannot find out
about this.

You're married?
Yes.

And your tell-all is

the next read
for my wife's book club.

If you come out, I'm guaranteed
a very expensive divorce.

You spent $10,000
on one night with me.

I think you'll manage.

You will cancel the interview.

Because if you hurt my family,
I'll come after yours.

You like me and I like you.
I don't see

how family's an issue.

It's mostly my mother.
(chuckles) She has a real knack

for derailing
my romantic relationships.

The woman makes Jaws
seem cuddly.

I'm not afraid
to swim with sharks.

Yeah, well, you haven't met
my mother. She's a judge,

one of the most respected
in the country,

and just found out
that she's being considered

to be the next
secretary of state.

Like, of the United
States of America?

Yeah, that's the one.
I mean, she's a pro at
scrutinizing people,

and overly focused on
our family image. It...

So you don't want to give you
and me a chance

because you don't think
I can handle your mother?

No, Naomi...

I just know how grueling
it can be to be a bug

under my mother's
magnifying glass.

And I feel I should just
give you fair warning.

Now, look, I gotta head back
East for some boring

family fund-raiser,
and while I'm gone,

just-just think about whether
or not this is a challenge

you want to take on.

Okay?

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Whoa. What just happened?

(knocking)

LIAM:
Navid, you awake?

What are you doing? Wake up!

(hushed):
What's Liam doing here?

(hushed): I don't know.

(normal voice):
Uh, just a minute!

Okay, we obviously don't have
time to talk about it now.

Okay, um, you go out there
and distract him,

and then I'll sneak out.
Yeah.

Hey, man, you busy?

Me? No.

Unless you call sleeping,
all alone, busy.

You're up early.

Yeah, I didn't want to be there
when Annie got up.

Between Vanessa and Ashley and
Sydney, and now Annie's book,

I just feel like I'm being
used by women at every turn.

Yeah, you've had
a rough run lately.

Yeah, well, so have you.

But, you know,
we can either be down

and depressed about it
and make a spiral of our
past mistakes

or we can focus on
the surfboard company.

So, I've been
thinking about how

every major sport brand has a
face to represent their company.

Well, fortunately for us,

we already have a famous face:
yours.

No, I've been burned by

the celebrity thing
way too many times.

So...

Meet Cassie McCoy.

She's already
shattering records
all over the world.

Now, I talked
to her manager,

and she's "in between" sponsors
right now.

I can put in half the money with
the residuals from my movies

if you can put in
the other half.

Wow. I haven't seen you
this excited

about anything in... ever.

Come on.

Hey, man, the money is
not an issue. I'm in.

Yeah?
Yeah, I can set up
the meeting and you could

get ready to woo her
with your fancy surfer talk.

Ah! Ha-ha!

Yeah! You're, like,
totally on, brah.

Yeah, I know.

Hey, Dixon, do you want
to come do some

totally off-the-chain,
maternity-wear shopping
with us.

Man, there's nothing

in the world that I would
rather do, honestly,

but, uh, Annie just texted me
and told me to come over ASAP.

Next time. Have fun.

Hey, Silver, um, before we go,

there's something
I wanted to talk to you about.

Okay.

I know that we all agreed

I would put
the performing on hold

till after the baby was born,
and before you get all,

"No way," please,
just hear me out.
Okay.

I read about this upcoming
tribute concert

for Spencer Blane.
It's gonna be on TV,

and they're looking for

an undiscovered
singer/songwriter to perform.

Spencer Blane?
That's fricking huge.

Yeah. I know
it's a long shot.

I only have two days to write
a song and submit a demo,

but I want to try.

And Dixon totally has my back
on this,

so I'm gonna let you guys
just talk about it.

(softly):
Thank you.

After losing Ade
as my best friend,

the last thing I want to do is
upset Michaela again.

Being bad cop all the time
really sucks, man.

Why did you tell her
this was a good idea?

I didn't know about
this, all right?

But actually, I don't see
any harm in her trying.

What?

Look, it's just a song.

One song that she has to write
and record in two days?

Let Spencer Blane be the bad cop
when he rejects her.

It would be nice to say yes
for once.

This may be your chance.

Good luck.

Michaela?

Um, don't worry
about the shopping.

Go ahead, write your song.

Silver, thank you so much!

Yeah!
Thank you!

Good cop definitely feels
better.

Yo, yo!
(chuckles)

Uh, I got your message.

You know, if you wanted to talk,

that texting machine you have
also works as a phone, right?

I needed to talk to you
in person.

Okay, now you're scaring me.

Okay, uh...

remember last year

when you asked how
I paid for your rehab?

Yeah, you said you got
your inheritance.

I hadn't yet.

I'm not proud of

how I earned that money.

And it's taken me
a really long time

to figure out how
to tell you about this.

When Patrick and I were dating,

we weren't in
a normal relationship.

I was his escort.

I got paid

to... be with him.

Escort?

Like a hooker?

It didn't start like that.

As soon as I could,

I got out.
And I wrote this book about

the whole awful
situation,

and I know it sounds
really cliché,

but telling the truth
finally set me free
of it all.

Then Patrick showed up
yesterday.

Whoa, whoa. He was here?

Yeah.

I'm supposed to go on
national TV tomorrow

to be revealed
as the book's author.

And he came to say that
if I revealed myself,

his wife would find out.

And if I didn't keep quiet,

he was going to do
something to you.

So I just need you to know.

What should I do?

This-This can't be happening.

Please! Please, Dixon,
you have to understand.

(voice breaks): You are my
brother and you were in trouble.

I just wanted to help you!

(grunts)

Dixon!

♪ ♪

SILVER:
Hey.

Hi.

I was starting to think
you were avoiding me.

Oh, I was. But you said the ball
was in my court,

so I decided
to return the volley

and agree to a date with you.

Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm
thrilled, but what swayed you?

I had a really good talk
with Michaela.

For the first time in forever,

I let go of the baby stress
and just said, "Yes."

And I'd forgotten how amazing
that feels.

So what sounds fun and totally
non-expectant mother to you?

Hmm. Ever been camping
in the Mojave Desert?

The restaurant's covered
for the weekend,

and you have not lived until
you've seen a sunrise out there.

I do love a good sunrise.

Great. It's a date.
Huh.

(both chuckle)

(footsteps approaching)

Oh, hey, Michaela.

Hey. Sorry to just show up like
this, but I need your help.

I have to write my first song
in a day. Yeah, crazy, right?

Yeah. It took me a week

to write just the chorus to my
first song. What's it about?

Pathetic schoolgirl
as it sounds,

I have a crush on a guy.

Hey, we've all been there.
I know you're

retired from music, but is there
any chance you could help me?

Yeah, it'd be nice
to have something

to keep me busy
and out of trouble.

So, yeah, let's write
a song together.

Ade, thank you.

But let's not
tell Silver, okay?

Just so things don't get weird?

You know what?
I don't care what Silver thinks.

We're not exactly speaking
right now.

Yeah, I know,
but your involvement might make

things tricky
between me and her,

and then she could call off
the entire contest.

She kinda gets to make the rules

since I'm her baby oven.

Yeah, I get it.
I won't mention it to anyone

that we're working on this
together.

Thank you.

Can I see what you got?
Yes, please.

So Liam's modest,
but he's quite the ace surfer.

And surfboards tailor-made
for women was his brainchild.

So you slapped some pink paint
on a board?

How cute. My boards are
already made custom-made for me.

Yeah, but you're Cassie McCoy.

Most girls don't have
boards customized

for their height, weight, skill
level, surfing environment.

They're forced
to buy boards built

with a guy's frame in mind.

If you say, "It's a man's
world," I'm gonna barf.

Well, actually, we're more
of a "Who runs the world?

Girls!" kind of company.

You know, I have major league
companies trying

to woo me with
free crap all the time,

and the only thing
you've gifted is gab.

Liam built
a custom board for you.

Just give it a spin.

Yeah, yeah, we
will do anything

to prove that we are the
company to sponsor you.

You'll do anything?

Yeah, anything.
Anything.

Fine, I want
a private concert here

tomorrow with Olly Murs.

Olly Murs?

British pop star? (laughs)

I'm his number one fan.

You pull Olly Murs
out of your hat,

and I'll give you
the time of day.

Ah...

Oh.
Yeah, we-we're dead.

(recording):
Hey, this is Dixon.
Leave a message.

Dixon, it's me... again.

Please call me back.

I'm supposed to leave
in a couple hours on a plane

to New York for this interview,
and I don't know what to do.

Should I do this or not?

(groans)

Oh, good God.

Throw that ticket away.

Honey, we do not
fly commercial. Ew.

Hey, sis?

Sis.
Hello, brother.

I just got off the phone
with Jordan.

I'm going to New York City
and I'm taking you with me.

Pass. I have plans.
I know, with Silver.

I took care of it--
she's coming, too.

Don't fight-- you'll lose.
Unfortunately,
that's true.

Thank you, Annie.
The thing is

Jordan's mother's hosting
some elaborate yawn-a-thon

where families auction
their heirlooms to help

benefit New York's
"heirloom" buildings.

Heirlooms for heirlooms.

We're going to attend
to show her

how respectable
the Clark family is.

Or, and crazy thought, you could
not care what his mom thinks.

Mark, Jordan is amazing,
and nobody loves

a challenge more than me.

Would you move it--
the jet is standing by.

You're coming, too,

for your fabulous interview.

We're gonna have so much fun.

Oh, yeah, that's me.

A whole barrel of fun.

Look, Dixon's really upset
about what I told him.

Don't be a weepy Wilson.

You knew Dixon wasn't
gonna jump for joy.

Which is even more reason
not to go public

unless he's okay with it.

Um, not necessarily.

Annie, you can still
come out as Author X.

You just have to tell
Nancy O'Dell that...

it's not a true-true story.

Meaning, that you were
inspired by real events,

but the characters in your book
are a mishmosh

of every person you've
ever met in your life.

That way, you won't humiliate
or hurt Dixon any further.

Well, your idea sounds
like a way better plan

than me sitting around
watching my phone.

Plus, it might solve
my problem with Patrick.

Okay, we can discuss
any new drama

over cocktails at 30,000 feet.

(Naomi laughs)

(sighs)

It's time for us
to take Manhattan.

Is it just me or does it feel
like we suddenly stepped

into an episode
of Sex and the City?

Well, you're Author X,

our very own Carrie Bradshaw.

(laughs)

I am sorry, Silver.

Adrianna's totally
the Charlotte.

Does that mean I'm Miranda?

We fly across the country
and look at you.

You can't stop micromanaging
your gestation station.

She's a drag, you're a drag.
Fine.

Okay, okay,
I'm not anymore.

In New York, 'cause I'm
carefree and fun and sexy,

and I'm going on a date
with Mark tonight,

and I'm gonna be a total
Samantha, which means sex.

Ew, he's still
our brother.

Speaking of which

I told him
to meet us

when he got done shopping.

Where is your tuxedo?

You said black tie--
this is a black tie.

NAOMI:
Oh, my God.

What the hell?

Well, that's a sign
that I obviously need

to dress you tonight
for the auction.

What is this, a quirky
rebel-may-care look?

It's never gonna survive the
scrutiny of Jordan's mother.

(sighs)

Come on,
we have to go.

I think you wear New York well.

This ain't exactly
Mojave, huh?

Ah, you know, Naomi says "jump,"

we all hop a plane
and go across country.

When we're done
with her thing,

I'm going to treat you to
the best pizza in the city.

NAOMI:
Mark?

Now!

Time to jump again.

Hey, Dixon.

(sighs)

Are you all right?

Annie told me how
she paid for my rehab.

(sighs)
Yeah.

I kind of figured you knew.

The only person that knows
Annie better than me is you.

You have to understand
that everything

Annie did was to help you.

I know...

I just can't believe
my sister went through

all of that torture
because of me.

And now

Patrick is messing
with her again.

I don't know, dude,
I'm just so pissed.

I don't even know what to do.

Last year, when I found out,

I punched the son of a bitch.

Are you serious?

Didn't change what happened
to Annie, but...

it made me feel better about
taking things into my own hands.

Hey, uh...

You busy?
Uh, kind of.

I'm just working
on music stuff.

Cool, uh...

I need a favor.

Is that what we're calling
the other night?

No, no. (laughs)

It's... it's not about that.

Uh, Liam and I need
your help. Uh...

we really need to get
in touch with Olly Murs.

I know his drummer.

I could totally
call him for you guys.

You are the best.

Um...

About the other night--
I'm still trying

to figure out what it meant.

Yeah, I don't know.

I mean, us together dredges up
a lot of drama.

Yeah.

Silver's already on my warpath,

and she'll think
that I'm hooking up

with you to get revenge.

Yeah, yeah, you might be right.

And I certainly don't want
to repeat past mistakes.

Me either, so maybe we should
just shut the door on us.

Consider it dead-bolted.
The other night was our

real last night together.

And not just the last time
until the next time.

Yes, the last time was
the real last time.

(laughs)
Yeah.

Well, uh, get back to work.

Whoa, buddy.

At least buy me dinner first.

Naomi, I've been scrubbed,

buffed, bronzed
and manscaped.

I'm trying to be a good sport,
but none of this is me at all.

I know, you're no
small undertaking,

but we're making progress.

Actually you
look quite dapper.

I'm finally starting to see
the family resemblance.

But I do need to brief
the all-new you.

What's wrong with the not-new,
actually-who-I-am me?

(laughs):
Okay.

First off,
you never owned a food truck.

So, you want me to lie?

Lie? What? No.

Yeah, okay.

A food truck is very...

pedestrian.

We're gonna spin the
details a little bit.

You should take
mental notes.

You own several
five-star restaurants.

You're here in New York
taking meetings for
your TV cooking show.

You are the next Gordon
Ramsey, only much hotter
and more charming.

Uh-huh. You could just take
a life-sized cut out of me.

Or a ruggedly handsome
ventriloquist dummy.

You know what?
You might think
that this is silly,

but I really need you
to be here for me.

Max's mother hated me,
and that never went away.

If Jordan and I are gonna
have a chance in hell,

I have to present
the best possible me,

and that means the best
possible you, okay?

You look great.

What are you doing?

There's nothing wrong
with the real me.

(sighs):
Mark...

(Naomi gasps softly)

(calls):
Sweetheart, I'm home.

Oh.
Patrick.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to interrupt your meeting.

(laughs):
No, it's okay.

Hi.

We're running
a bit long today.

Yeah, we have
a special guest

from Beverly Hills,
Dixon Wilson.

He called

inquiring about
my charity for his
sister's organization,

so we invited him
to our meeting.

Hey, um...
I think you know

my sister Annie.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

Uh, you okay, Patrick?
You don't look well.

Oh, yeah,
he just... he works so hard.

You poor thing.

Uh, must be the jet lag.

Um... Dixon,
I'd love to hear more

about your sister's charity.

Uh... Victoria,
excuse us a minute?

Excuse us.
Excuse us, ladies.

I want you out of my house.

Gladly. Um... I just want
to deliver a message.

You want to be a tough guy
and try to hurt me?

Bring it.

But, um...

I wouldn't say
you're in a position

to make any threats
towards me and my sister.

I fight for the both of us.

AUCTIONEER:
$2,500.

$3,000.

$4,000.

$5,000.

$6,000.

$6,000.

$7,000.

Going once.

NAOMI:
Annie, stand up straight,
stop fidgeting.

Tonight you're a
lady, not a hobbit.

You're also my
de facto family,

since Mark apparently
decided to go AWOL.

Well, don't worry,
these shoes cost more

than a factory worker
makes in a year,

and I'll even smile like this.

And I'm a carefree
bon vivant who
lives on the edge.

(Southern accent):
Hide your men!

Whatever. You're
not related to me--
I don't care.

Naomi.

Radiant, as usual.

But my mom just got off
the phone with the governor,

and whatever he said really...

kind of put her
in a mood.

Maybe we should try
to do this another time.

Absolutely not.
No, I am not one to be scared

(laughs):
of a judge or secretary of state

or Godzilla.

(nervous laugh)

Show me the mother.
Oh...

And we have...

incoming.
(groans softly)

Ladies,

this is my mother.

(chuckles)

Hi. I'm Annie.

Hello.
NAOMI:
Your Honor.

this is my sister
Annie, an incredibly
wealthy socialite

who runs her own
charity foundation.

(laughs): And... well,
that's Erin Silver.

She's practically
engaged to my brother.

Cheryl Harwood.
A pleasure.

And you must be
Naomi Clark.

It's wonderful to
finally meet you.

Jordan's told me
so much already.

And my daughter's told me
all about you.

Something about you
publicly calling her a whore

at Jordan's
offensive

faux- Fifty Shades
of Grey book launch.

I'm gonna go...
anywhere else.

(giggles):
Me, too.
Mom,

I told you that was
a misunderstanding.

It's actually
quite a funny story.

I'm sure it is.
Is there a reason

that your family hasn't
donated an heirloom
for my auction?

JORDAN:
Mom, we talked
about this.

Retract the claws.

What? We're all here
for the same cause.

If she doesn't have
anything worth donating

then it's just a shame,
that's all.

Excuse me, I'm gonna go
say hello to the mayor.

She was actually
almost civil.

(laughs weakly)

It gets worse?

Uh, I'll talk to her.

Ade, you're
amazing.

Well, you had a lot
of great lyrics.

I just moved things
around a bit,

and added some
new ideas.

Like in
the chorus,

when the two exes realize

that they shouldn't go back
to a romantic place.

Yeah, except that one of them
totally wants to.

Like here,

when you're talking about
the latest hook-up,

you're wondering
if the last time's

really gonna be the last time.

It's like you want to rekindle

that amazing feeling
that you miss.

Really?

Yeah.

Yeah, and it's exactly
how I feel about Navid.

Navid?

Oh...

your crush is on Navid?

Yeah, for some time now.

You totally
nailed

exactly what I'm feeling.

AUCTIONEER:
Many thanks

to the Mallory family.

Your generous donations,
year after year,

are greatly appreciated.
Oh.

Hey.

Annie's car just took her
to the big interview.

Mm.
You okay?

No.
(laughs)

(sighs)

Jordan's mom
instantly despised me,

I'm at a family heirloom auction

without my family
or an heirloom.

AUCTIONEER:
Our next auction item

was donated by the Clark family

of Beverly Hills, California.

(applause)
What?

Hi, Mark Holland.

I'm here tonight
with my sister,

Naomi Clark.

What is he doing?

No idea, but he
looks hot doing it.

This is a bit
unorthodox.

Our auction items
don't usually speak.

Please explain
your donation.

Myself, or my chef
services, rather.

I'm offering an evening
of private cooking classes.

The heirloom part

is that I will teach you
a recipe

that has been in my family
for generations.

And I should add...

that I'm really good
with my hands,

and I don't mind getting dirty.

AUCTIONEER:
Oh, my.

So, for the Clark family

donation of, uh,
cooking lessons,

we'll open the bidding.

I'd pay
a hundred dollars.

Hmm.

$1,000.

Keep in mind, I never wear
this much in the kitchen.

$5,000.

(guests gasp)
I have
$5,000.

Would you like to counter,
ma'am?

$6,000.

AUCTIONEER:
$6,000.

$7,000.
$7,000.

$8,000.
$8,000.

$8,500.
$8,500.

$9,000.
AUCTIONEER:
$9,000 bid.

$10,000.
$10,000!
(guests gasp)

$15,000.
AUCTIONEER:
Do we have $20,000?

$20,000.
(guests gasp)

AUCTIONEER:
We have an even $20,000.

Going once... going twice...

Sold!

For $20,000.

Quite a generous
donation

from the
Clark family.

Well, since it's not
gonna get any better,

might as well leave
on a high note.

I'm gonna go
grab our coats.

(laughs)

Oh...

I thought you hated
these things.

But I like you.

And as your big brother, can I
offer you a little advice?

Maybe your problem isn't what
Jordan's family thinks of you,

but what you think of yourself.

You're good enough
just how you are.

Kind of like your
$20,000 brother.

(laughs)

Ready to get that pizza?

I was ready yesterday.

(Silver laughs)

Mom was really impressed
with your brother.

She'd like to talk now,
if you have a minute.

Absolutely.

Thanks for being here.

Hey.
Dude, I can't believe

we pulled this off.
NAVID:
Yeah, thanks to Ade.

Hey, Cassie!

LIAM:
Ready to be our Gnarly Girl?

No way!

Yesterday I was
just being a brat.

I didn't think
you'd actually

bring me
Olly Murs.
Right?

Yeah, well, that's how much
we want to be your sponsors.

("Troublemaker" by Olly Murs
begins)

(crowd whooping)

♪ You had me hooked again ♪

♪ From the minute you sat down ♪

♪ The way you bite your lip ♪

♪ Got my head spinning around ♪

♪ After a drink or two ♪

♪ I was putty in your hands ♪

♪ I don't know
if I have the strength ♪

♪ To stand ♪

♪ Oh, whoa ♪

♪ Trouble, troublemaker, yeah ♪

♪ That's your middle name ♪
♪ Oh, whoa ♪

♪ I know you're no good ♪

♪ But you're stuck in my brain ♪

♪ And I want to know ♪

♪ Why does it feel so good ♪

♪ But hurt so bad? ♪

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ My mind keeps saying ♪

♪ Run as fast as you can ♪

♪ I say I'm done ♪

♪ But then you pull me back ♪

♪ Whoa, oh... ♪
Cassie. What's wrong?

Everything.

♪ You're giving me
a heart attack ♪

Do you see that
guy over there?

♪ It's like you're
always there... ♪

The only reason why
I wanted Olly Murs

was to remind my
stupid ex-boyfriend

how much he loves
me, and now look.

He's macking with some skank

to our
favorite song!

And he doesn't
even care.

That's why we
did all this?

Cassie...
For an ex?

Cassie, there's some stuff you
got to leave in high school.

I still am in
high school!

Derek and I
were first loves!

If he knew how I
felt right now,

maybe he'd realize
how much he loves me.

(mutters)

(sighs)
♪ My mind keeps saying ♪

♪ Run as fast as you can ♪

(sighs)

♪ I say I'm done
but then you pull me back ♪

♪ Whoa, oh ♪

♪ I swear you're giving me
a heart attack ♪

♪ Troublemaker. ♪

Found her.

Your brother
was quite the hit.

I haven't seen
Mrs. Waldorf

so aflutter
since she met Reagan.

(laughs)

At first, I was concerned.

Oh, and rightfully so,

but my brother and I wanted
to assure you right away

that we are good people,
Ms. Harwood.

I prefer "Your Honor."

But I didn't

bring you here to discuss
your brother, Naomi.

Let's talk about you.

Good luck.

Now,

let's discuss
your police record.

Or should I say, "records"?

Can't believe we jumped
through all these hoops

because of stupid
high school drama.

Who goes to these lengths

to make an ex jealous?

Huh?
I'm not giving up.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, come here,
come here, come here.

Come on.

All right, thank you, Olly Murs.

(cheering, whooping)

All right, well, hey, everybody.

Uh, I'm Liam Court,
you might recognize me

from Corporate Invaders 1
and 2. Uh...

I just want to say

that I want to dedicate
this show

to my number one girl,
Cassie McCoy.

(whooping, cheering)

What the hell
was that?

(whistling)

That's me making

your ex-boyfriend super jealous.

Well, wh-what-what the hell are

you doing kissing her, man?
Wh...

(gasps)

You're a genius.

Oh, and I guess that
makes me a Gnarly Girl?

(piano begins playing
"Right Place Right Time")

♪ We got our ♪

♪ Eyes wide ♪

♪ Open ♪

♪ Feeling like
we're almost there ♪

♪ Words unspoken ♪

♪ Disappearing in the air ♪

(bands joins in)
♪ All I see ♪

♪ Is you and I ♪

♪ You're the only ♪

♪ Lifeline ♪

♪ That I need ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ I'm letting go. ♪

SILVER:
Mmm, mmm.

(laughs)
That was so worth the wait.

I should've had you pay then,
Miss Hundred Dollar Bid.

Uh, I think not.

You asked me out.

But actually... (giggles)

the more fun
version of myself

definitely feels
pretty damn good.

My whole "must have baby"

mission sort of commandeered

my entire life.

Speaking of, why does it
not freak you out

like it does most guys?

The future doesn't
freak me out

because I don't
think about it.

You can't not think
about the future, though.

Sure you can.

What lies ahead of us is
completely unpredictable.

What good does it do to
worry about something
you can't control?

Actually makes some sense.

You know, since you're on this
"just say yes" kick,

I should ask if I can
kiss you now, huh?

(giggles)

Samantha wouldn't
just say "yes,"

she'd say, "hurry up."

(sighs)

Uh, come in.

(chuckles)

Hey.

(sighs)

(clears throat)

So, I've been thinking a lot
about the other night.

Mm.

And our history, and...

Yeah.

(laughs) ...us saying
that we were over it.

Yeah, I've been... I've been
thinking a lot about it, too.

You have?
Yeah.

Oh, that Olly Murs concert
turned out to be

a-a high manipulation
to make an ex jealous,

and it was insane and immature,

and it reminded me of all
our old drama with Silver.

Eh... us hooking up

is so not worth all that again.

(sighs)

What were you gonna say?

Oh...

basically, exactly
what you said.

I got to go.

And then you broke up a marriage

that you were supposed
to be planning.

Only because I was in love.

With the groom.

Then you fled the scene

and immediately married him

which led to one of the times
that you were arrested.

The charges were dropped.

Let's discuss your marriage
to Max Miller.

It only lasted
a couple of months

before it ended in divorce,

so I think it's fair

for me to speculate
that you have no respect

for the institution of marriage.

No.

That most certainly is not fair.

I was very much
in love with Max.

You can attack me with whatever
else you have in that file,

but I will not sit here

and be insulted,

nor will I allow you
to insult my marriage.

I have no regrets.

We tried to
make it work.

What the hell
is going on here, Mom?

We're just getting to know
the real Naomi Clark.

Your mother did
her homework.

Discovered my lengthy
arrest record

and a failed marriage,

and let me know that apparently

I'm not Harwood material.

(chuckles)

I came here to get
in your good graces.

But you know what?

I don't have to care

what you or anyone else thinks,

because I am good enough
exactly as I am.

We're done.

We go live in two minutes.

Okay.
(chuckles)

Better breathe before you
pass out on national TV.

Dixon,

what are you doing here?

Uh, I just came to let you know
that I'm okay.

And that I support you
and that I want you

to go out there
and tell the truth.

But...

Look, I-I was just upset

that I couldn't fix the past.

And I realized
that I could fix right now.

So can you.

Just like you said,

telling the truth
will set you free.

(sighs)

MAN:
We're ready to go,
Miss Wilson.
Okay.

Okay,

five, four, three, two...

The immensely popular book
Undressed

is the tawdry tale

of a young escort
in Beverly Hills.

Now, it's author has chosen
to remain anonymous

until now.

It is my pleasure to welcome
to the show tonight

Author X,

Miss Annie Wilson.

(applause)

Hi, Nancy.

Hi, Annie, how are you?

Good. Thanks for having me.

Have a seat.

First off, the
stories in your book

are allegedly based upon
true events in your life.

Is that accurate?

Uh...

Uh, yeah.

Yes, it is.

Um, Annabelle is me.

(sighs)

Annie, don't you know

that best-selling authors
never carry their own luggage?

Ah.
You okay now that the whole
world knows who you really are?

Well, you proved our family
has nothing

to be ashamed of,
so yeah, I am.

MARK:
Good for you.

I'm gonna go and see
if the limo is here

to take us to the airport.
Okay.

Patrick?

You bitch.

I woke up to find the press
on my lawn this morning.

Everybody knows,

including my wife.

Payback is the bitch, not me.

You brought this all
upon yourself.

Yeah, so did you.

LIAM:
Ooh, I cannot believe

we signed Cassie McCoy.

We did it, man.

She signed the contract,

and now we can start
the campaign.

The photo shoots,
public appearances,

commercials.

Oh, this is gonna
be awesome.

(knocking)
Hey.

Oh, there's our Gnarly Girl.

Hey.

Yeah, about that.

Bad news from
the momager.

The momager?

My mom's my manager.

She found out you live
with Annie Wilson,

the girl that wrote
that hooker book.

How?
What?

It's all over the news.

Liam Court, the movie star

is Leo in Undressed.

Endorsements are all

about image,

and she doesn't want me
associated with you.

I...
Sucks.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah.

Uh... Uh...

It's okay.

Guess we'll just have
to find someone else.

What's the point?

She's right; endorsements are
all about image,

and thanks to Annie, mine sucks.

MICHAELA:
♪ I don't want this to end ♪

♪ I guess I never got
over you. ♪

(click, music stops)

So you think Spencer Blane
will like it?

It's really good.

I can't believe you did that
in two days.

Yeah, me either.

This TV contest is gonna
be huge, national exposure.

Then the concert goes
on a multicity tour.

We're getting my song
in just under the wire.

Hold up, a tour?

I'm not okay with this.

The only reason
that I said you could try

is because Dixon said there's
no chance that you'd win.

You said that?

Uh, it's not how it sounds.

Silver,
we can still discuss this.

No, we can't.

Look, there is no universe

in which the woman
carrying my child

is gonna go on tour.

I...

I'm sorry, Michaela. Michaela.
Michaela.

Don't.

(sighs)

I was so stupid to think

that blindly saying
yes was a good idea.

Silver, c...

Adrianna let me in.

I guess my jet's
a little faster than yours.

Why are you here, Jordan?

Look, um...

you never really gave me
a chance to respond in New York.

I've never seen any woman
ever stand up to my mother.

And whether
she likes it or not,

I want to date you.

So if you're willing
to deal with her,

my mother's going
to have to deal, too.

Well, I can't blame you
for your mother.

And I do like the idea of
that banshee's head exploding.

Well, I'm just hoping
that one day she finally learns

that no one's as perfect
as she expects them to be.

Including me.

So...

what do you say to a non-perfect
date with a non-perfect me?

Mm.

Oh, I suppose I'll let you
take me to dinner.

Oh, you suppose.
(chuckles)

MICHAELA (over speakers):
♪ I'm out of my heart ♪

♪ I thought it was over then ♪

♪ Are we back at the start? ♪

(phone ringing)

♪ ♪

(music stops)

Hey, I was just listening
to our song.

(chuckles)
It's the one bright spot
in my day.

What did Dixon and Silver think?

Silver says it's so good
we can't send it in.

What?

She knows it could be big.

She's not comfortable
with even the idea

of me going on tour
while pregnant.

(scoffs)
Okay, well, this is
a big deal for me, too.

I know. And you wrote
a killer song, Ade.

You're insane if you don't
pursue a career in songwriting,

but... until I have this baby,
Silver calls the shots.

Well, she doesn't get
to call them for me.

(sighs)

(footsteps approaching)

Hey.

I scheduled
tomorrow off

since we haven't
even unpacked yet.

What do you say we just head out
to Mojave after all?

(sighs)
I can't.

Gotcha. Formal wear
doesn't work for the desert.

I guess we should repack.

No, Mark, I mean I...

I can't just leave

or be impulsive

or say yes to every fun thing
that comes along.

Is this about the Mojave or me?

ANNIE:
Hey, guys. We're getting
hungry out there. (chuckles)

We'll talk after dinner.

NAOMI:
We're all here

to celebrate

Annie's literary success
and bravery.

But I think
it's fair to say

we all had a pretty
successful New York trip.
ANNIE: Well,

except for someone's luggage
getting held up at the airport.

(Jordan clears throat)

I'd like to request
a speech

from my newest
best-selling author.

Uh...
Yes, speech!

ANNIE:
Okay, okay, okay.

Uh, well, I am not
very good at speeches,

so I will say that
my strength and bravery

comes from
each one of you.

And we're not
just friends;

we're a family.

And nobody messes
with my family.

DIXON:
Hear, hear.

MAN:
Excuse me.

We're looking for Mark Holland.

Yes, sir.
That's me.

Does this bag
belong to you, sir?

Yes.

I'm sorry. Is there a problem?

You're under arrest
for drug possession.

NAOMI:
Uh, there must be
some mistake.

Mr. Holland's luggage was
flagged at the airport.

We were called by TSA
and found cocaine in it.