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Are you there?

Can you hear me?

I wanna talk to you, try to explain how everything got so fucked up.

I'm not sure how to do that, I'm starting to figure it out myself.

- Tart - "INOCÊNCIA PERDIDA"

Cat, I have to go.

If your goal is Tondelea Schwartz, you've achieved it.

Tondelea Schwartz?

- Who the hell is Tondelea Schwartz? - She's a ho.

That's wonderful, I've raised two delinquents. Bye.

Just like every year, I prayed that this year was going to be different.

You know, crawl out from under your shadow, get my mom off my back...

just stop being the freak that nobody wanted.

I mean, it was pathetic. I was starting eleventh grade...

and I'd never even "frenched" a guy.

Guys like William didn't think that I was worth the pennies in his loafers.

If he knew I existed. Why would he?

Look at him.

All I wanted was to impress him.

To get his attention.

Not exactly what I had in mind.

Made my pecker leap! Don't be shy!

The whole world wants to know!

- Good morning, Miss Storm. - Hi, Fred.

Excited about the new school year?

- Morning, Mr. Burden. - Morning.

- French toast or an omelet. - Cinnamon on the French toast.

With pancakes.

You're like a little madam.

- Have champagne and orange juice. - Champagne would be good.

Cat! Get in here!

- Hi! - Hi!

- You're gonna die when I tell you. - What happened?

- I lost it. - To whom?

I went to this party in Lake Como with my mother...

and there was this gorgeous Italian dude there...

and he kept staring at me all night.

And at the end of the party, everybody got so drunk and crazy...

that they started dancing in this fountain.

So he drags me into the fountain...

and whispers that he wants to watch the sunrise with me at the beach.

So we go down to the beach, and he pulls down my pants.

And then, we made love.

- What was it like? - It was amazing.

The best part is, he's already in college.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

I just...

...I hate my hair. - What? I love your hair!

It just makes me feel like such a reject.

I saw William Sellers and my skirt flew up right in front of him.

You're so pathetic. You need to get over these high school guys.

Didn't it hurt?

I didn't even bleed. It's a crock of shit what they told us in biology.

I'm really into sex now.

Oh, wait. Princess, come here! Princess!

Look what I taught her! Come on!

Princess is the best dyke in town.

- Put that back. - Why?

What if he sees you?

Good morning, sweeties.

Completely annoying.

Oh, look.

- Delilah. - What?

Oh, my God. Score. You're doing this with me.

No choice in the matter. You're doing it. We're getting wasted.

- I'll give you a hundred bucks? - Come on.

No choice. So long, sucker!

Oh, look. Little Miss Maidstone. Fresh from another dreary summer...

of tennis and golf at the old beach club.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, how are you?

- Can I walk with you? - No.

- Fine. I don't wanna be late. - We don't want you to be late.

I hate her so much.

- Another year and I'm still here! - A hand for the Hazelton grad.

Oh, thank you, thank you. Anyone got a spliff?

Speaking of girls we love to hate, Heather von Strum.

Radiant, blonde, born with a silver stick up her ass.

Talk about the perfect life. But you always said:

"No one's perfect. Everyone's a closet freak."

Hey, how about another peek-a-boo at those panties?

- God, that girl's nasty. - My sister's more arousing than that!

Morning, Miss Wilson. Morning, Miss Stanley.

William's going out with Heather? What's so great about her?

Face it, she'd be no one if her dad hadn't "offed" her mom.

- Good morning, Miss Storm. - Good morning.

- Good morning, Miss Milford. - Good morning. What a lovely day.

I'll catch up with you later.

Delilah, those stairs are for seniors.

Oh, look. Lady Mountbatten went here.

- Come on. We're gonna be late. - Who do you think you are?

- Delilah Milford, Shoprite heiress. - I don't give a shit.

- And I'm telling. - They'll give us 2 weeks detention.

So what are you going to do for me?

I don't wanna be caught with that!

Meet me in the second floor bathroom after recess.

Who can tell me what Pip gains through self-acceptance?

- He was so hot. - Cat! What do you think Pip learns?

Pip?

- Pip learns a lot. - Could you please expand on that?

- I learned a lot this summer. - About?

- About sex. - Could you please expand on that?

- Thank you, girls, that's enough. - Didn't hurt at all.

Grace, what do you think about Pip's journey?

It's too long. How do you expect me to read it when I'm on holiday?

Eloise?

Pip's journey is about self-realization and acceptance.

To be part of a society he wasn't born into, he abandons his morals.

After great suffering, he learns it's more important to be morally just.

She makes me sick.

I told you not to touch that stuff.

What'd you do? Inhale the whole bottle?

Well, that's the way they do it in the movies.

Okay, Scarface, come on, up. Show is over!

So sad.

- What is that? - Nose candy! Want some?

High in calcium. Good for you, too.

- Lamebrain, she's gonna tell. - See if I care. Let the bitch squeal.

Okay. To qualify for the President's Physical Fitness Test...

you must be able to do forty sit-ups in one minute.

- Begin. - One, two...

three, four, five...

six, eight...

twelve, thirteen, twenty.

Ladies.

Delilah Milford. Catherine Storm.

Come with me, please.

It was that fucking narc, Eloise.

My mom is gonna kill me.

It's gonna be okay. Just do what my dad always tells me to do.

Deny, deny, deny.

Delilah, come with me. Catherine, you may go back to class.

This is more serious than you think, Miss Milford.

Drugs simply cannot and will not be tolerated.

Excuse us, Miss Storm.

Good afternoon, Miss Storm. How was school?

Excuse me, miss.

Hey, retard. What's the disease of the week?

You think you have a tapeworm?

- You know how you get rid of one? - I don't wanna hear it.

You feed it until it gets as long as a hose, then pull it out your butt.

- You do not! - Yeah, you do.

Or sometimes it'll come crawling out of your mouth while you're sleeping.

Shut up, I don't wanna hear it anymore!

Can we try and have a civilized meal?

- Excuse me. - She got cooties all over my food.

- Well, if he's done, so am I. - Where do you think you're going?

- Delilah's. - You're not going there.

She's screwed up. You should spend more time with girls like Eloise.

Mom, Eloise is a lesbo.

Catherine, I don't wanna hear words like that coming out of your mouth.

- What's a lesbo? - Two hos doing it.

I am exiled.

- So where are you gonna go? - I start Riverdale next week.

- That's for Jewish people. - No, duh.

- Where are you gonna go right now? - Get my head shrunk.

- Come over after school. - Bye.

- What are you waiting for, dipstick? - Just waiting for my brother.

There he is! Hey, Toby!

- Aren't you gonna help me up? - Alright, Nadia Comaneci! A ten!

Miss Major! Excuse me...

...but somebody smells like poo. - I know, it's awful.

But we don't know where it's coming from.

What are you reading?

- About Heather's dad. - No talking.

Heather and her father are always over at our house for dinner.

What does it say?

It's about a dinner guest giving his wife an overdose of sleeping pills.

That's enough! I've had it with all three of you.

- But I didn't do anything! - All of you, out.

You may continue with the 6 o'clock news off the school premises.

Just put it on my account. Thank you.

- What's that? - You have to smell this.

God, everything is so expensive here.

- My mom and I love this store. - I've never been here before.

Really? We come in here all the time.

- I haven't been here. - Of course.

- Frosted Fantasy or Baby Nude? - What?

Which lipstick do you like better?

The beige one.

- You still have a headband on. - No shit, Sherlock.

- That is stealing. - So? Don't you want one?

- I can't. My mom would kill me. - Come on, Cat.

We could be twins. Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee.

What if I got caught?

- She's going to get in trouble. - Don't be ridiculous.

I can't believe this. You know you guys are gonna get caught.

- The one with the blue handles. - This one?

I don't think I can reach it without a ladder. Sorry. But I can get one.

Never mind. Let's go.

- Did you get it? - Excuse me, young ladies.

- Don't forget your package. - Thank you.

- I don't think it's so funny. - You wouldn't.

Oh, come on, that was bloody brilliant.

- Let's celebrate at my house. - I'm already late for my tutoring.

Well, Cat, what about you?

There's a picture of me and my father on holiday in Bali.

- I wish I had a dad like him. - He's mine!

I believe he was mine first.

You trollop, stealing my man!

You wanton hussy, he loves me!

- I have a secret to tell you. - What?

I never stole anything before today. I did it to impress you.

Well, that's okay. I won't tell anyone.

Oh, you're the best, Stink Pot!

I thought you two went to sleep hours ago.

- Goodnight, Mommy. - Goodnight, Grace.

- We love you. - Love you, too.

- Goodnight, Cat. - Goodnight, Mrs. Bailey.

- It's lovely to have you here, Cat. - Thank you for letting me stay.

- Goodnight, Daddy. - Goodnight, sweetie.

Sleep well, girls. See you in the morning.

- Goodnight, Cat. - Goodnight, Grace.

- Your hair looks wonderful like that. - You think?

- It's beautiful. - Thanks to you and modern technology.

Those legs look like they could use a little warming.

I'm never cold. It's my English blood.

- What's got her knickers in a knot? - Her place was robbed last night.

They got the good stuff. Harry Winston and Bulgari.

They took my mom's diamond wedding ring.

Hey, you guys, let's go to my house before school.

You're Cat, right?

You remember me from dancing school? Mr. Ram's class in, like, 5th grade?

I remember you having a mean fox-trot.

- Except when you stepped on my feet. - That was you?

- Are we going? Let's go to my house. - Sorry, yeah. Let's, let's go.

- Grace, come on. - I'll walk with Cat this morning.

- Whatever. - "You've got a mean fox-trot."

Translation: He wants to shag you.

Did you see the look on Heather's face?

She's upset about her apartment being robbed. It doesn't mean anything.

- No, it's obvious he likes you. - He totally couldn't like me.

- Yes, he could. - Traitor!

You were supposed to come over last night.

- Oh, my gosh, I totally forgot. - Yeah, right.

- I swear! - I saw you talking to those rejects.

- So? - So, you're better than that.

- Come on, we'll be late for school. - Who asked you?

What, you'd rather hang out with her? She looks like she's six.

The only reason they let her into our class is because of that accent.

They think if you roll your'R's you have a higher IQ or something.

- I'm leaving, are you coming? - I'll just be a second.

Fine.

- I really did forget. - Yeah, whatever.

So I was thinking we could do serendipity for your birthday.

- I don't know. - What do you mean, you don't know?

- We always get frozen hot chocolate. - I just don't feel like celebrating.

Suit yourself.

Call me, okay?

- Delivery for Cat Storm. - Would you give me that box?

Cat, somebody sent you flowers for your birthday.

- That's gross. - Who sent you those?

"Love and kisses, your best friend, Delilah"

- There's something wrong with her. - Mom, leave me alone.

- Is Eloise still a lesbo? - Get lost, goober!

I know you're upset, but don't take it out on Pete.

- I am not upset. - Fine.

- Have you heard from your father? - No.

Well, I knew if I didn't remind him, he'd forget.

He would not forget.

Hi, Dad?

Yeah, this is Cat. I just wanted to call you...

Dad, aren't you forgetting something today?

No, it is not Peter's birthday, it is my birthday.

- Bye. - What did he say?

Just another episode of "Bringing Up Daddy".

Mom, it's your fault. You should have reminded him. He's really busy.

Oh, he's busy?

Come on, Grace, let's just get out of here.

I know where William and Toby are. We can go meet them.

Not so fast.

But it's her birthday, you can't say no.

All right, fine. But don't be out too late!

- You don't drink ever? - I don't like how it tastes.

- No, you have to belt it. - What's wrong with the taste?

It tastes like wet dogs, how they smell.

- Piss water. - Yeah, that's my girl.

- Now you gotta make a wish. - This is a fine, fine beverage.

- Okay. I made it. - How could you not appreciate it?

You know, you're seventeen now. That's a... that's a real woman.

Another year closer to death all right.

- You're so morbid! - But I never had a good birthday.

- My last one, I kept begging dad... - Here comes a sob story. Check it out.

...for one of those red and blue waterproof watches.

- You mean a GMT Master? - All right, shut the fuck up.

Anyway, I kept asking him for it and the day of my birthday...

who comes to the door but his assistant, with this cheap thing.

Which I wore in the shower the next day, it gets all steamed up.

- I can't tell time from... - Sounds tragic.

My heart bleeds for you. If you ever wanna talk to anybody about that...

...you can call me. Thank you, sir. - I appreciate that a lot. Thank you!

- What do you wanna do about this? - Let's ditch it.

- Let's ditch it. - Okay, I'm gonna go get a cab.

- Go piss or something. - I'll go to the bathroom and...

I'll take care of this on the way.

This is pitiful. My mom would kill me.

- I can't believe we're doing this. - We could get arrested.

- Hurry up! Toby, please hurry! - It's no sweat, what?

- We're gonna get caught! - Oh, we're gonna get caught!

- Hey, look it! - Fu Manchu is in hot pursuit!

- Hey, where to? - Sir, we're going to 82nd and Park.

Did you have a good time?

- The best birthday I've ever had. - Good.

We met up with Eloise's brother...

and this really, really cute guy William was there.

At this Chinese restaurant.

Thank you so much for letting me go.

Well, you should be going out with friends.

As long as I know who you're going with and where you're going.

- Good night. - Good night.

A turkey sat on a backyard fence

And he sang a sad, sad song

I don't like Thanksgiving Day

Thank you. That was wonderful.

That was wonderful!

Now, I'm hoping everyone will go quietly back to their homerooms...

before leaving. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

- It was absolutely gorgeous. - I wanna eat one.

I'm going to pop, ping pong all over the place if I don't tell you.

- This is very hush-hush, you know. - What?

- Peg says you can come to her party! - Really?

I didn't even think Peg even knew I existed.

I knew you'd be gagging at the thought of Peg's party.

But I couldn't help it, I was excited.

Part of me was In awe of Peg.

Who wouldn't be? Perfect Party Peg.

Hi! I'm so glad you made it!

- Hello. - Hello.

Hey, William. Come put your coats over here.

A Perfect Party Peg probably just puked to parade her pert ass...

In that pricey dress.

- Peg, hello. - Hello, Peg.

You had told me about these parties, with older banker-type guys...

using drugs, looking for sex...

but I had never believed you.

Kenny? Are you holding out on us or what?

No, no, here we go. Here you go. Here we go.

That's okay.

That guy felt...

Man, this is expensive shit, you know?

- Not my cup of tequila. - You wanna hang with the big boys?

- Come on, Grace. - Come on, go ahead.

You only live once, right?

I don't want any.

Come on, Stink Pot, your turn.

No, thanks.

- What's your problem, anyways? - Why don't you leave her alone, Peg?

Didn't realize you were part of this conversation.

Come on, you guys, I'm sick of being in here.

Thank you.

- What for? - For defending me just now.

No problem. Peg can be a real bitch when she's on the righteous act.

- Get your grubby paws off my cock! - Don't flatter yourself!

I'll cut your balls off next time, you fucking homo!

Come back here so I can slice off that little Jew prick!

Close the door and shut up!

- Put the sword down and get out! - Oh, come on, man.

- That fag wanted my cock big time. - Stop being so dramatic.

- Yeah, dude, you need to chill out. - Come on, it's the same old story.

He fills us full of coke and then he tries to score a little WASP weenie.

I mean, someone should put him back in line!

I am so sick of this. Wish you'd all just get out.

You guys, she's serious, you should go.

Come on, babe.

- He's just a prick when he's drunk. - I wanna talk to you.

Put your coats on, ladies. They're gonna be awhile.

I oughta fucking go back there and cut off his balls and fucking...

What?

- Another spat with the little lady? - I doubt I'll see her anymore.

Man, fuck her and count nothing!

We all know he did it, man. Who does he think he's fooling?

Look, I was freaking out. He was right in front of me.

All I wanted was to be alone with him.

Yeah, right. Like I'd have had a clue what to do.

- It's late. People are sleeping. - I don't fucking care!

Now who's got the biggest prick, New York?

You, sir, you look awfully tempted! Why don't you lay your lips on this?

I love it when your parents are out of town.

- Where'd they go? - East Hampton, for Thanksgiving.

- Well, why didn't you go with them? - It's too dysfunctional.

My dad shuts himself up in his study all weekend...

and my mom gets loaded, waiting for him to come out.

No one ever gets around to cooking up a turkey, so Eloise and I...

end up spending Thanksgiving at Paul's Pizza.

Sounds absolutely dreadful.

No, it's not exactly the perfect family holiday.

I don't think there's such a thing. At least, I've never been to one.

- They're not what they're meant to be. - Yeah, they are a big sham.

You know, I think it's just an excuse...

for card companies to make another buck off the American public.

You watch what you say about card companies. My dad's stock...

...bought our house in Palm Beach. - I'm pooped.

- There's a bedroom down the hall... - I'm not going anywhere with you.

Why not? It's nothing. And if you're pooped, I'll let you sleep.

- No hands? - No hands.

Come on.

Cat, you'll be all right?

- So are Peg and Heather really mad? - I don't care.

- I'd rather be with you anyway. - Why?

'Cause you're sweet.

- You wouldn't say it if you knew me. - But wouldn't I?

Well, how about I get to know you and we dance?

- Why not? -'Cause I... it was...

I'm not good anymore. It was a long time ago.

Please? I miss you stepping on my feet.

That a girl.

Be serious.

- Sorry. - Don't be.

William, I need to talk to you right now.

Alone.

- Did he throw up again? - Cat, everything's fine.

- What's wrong? He's not normal. - He's fine.

- Mommy, don't leave yet. - Mommy has to work in the morning.

There we go. It's all clean. Now you go back to bed.

What happens after you die?

- You'll not die for a long time. - You're nine, for Christ's sake!

- Would you stop worrying about it? - You're not helping the situation.

Me? He's the one who keeps us up every night with these anxieties.

- I will die one day. Then what? - We'd all get a good night's sleep!

Come on. Try and relax...

and then maybe you can fall asleep.

Welcome to melodrama.

It seems I'm the next victim on the robbery train.

"You're paying, right?" I said: "I'll go to the bathroom" And I left.

There better not be anything else missing.

- Nice hat. - Thanks. I got it from your mama.

Hey, couldn't your housekeeper have taken your mom's ring?

No way. Gladys has been with us for seventeen years.

My dad thinks the maintenance man did it. He's the only one with keys.

- Doormen have keys. - That's a good point.

- Good show, Sherlock. - Elementary, Watson.

But why would the doorman do it? We know him.

Do you? Do you "know" him?

- Secretly? Passionately? - Be quiet, Toby.

Erotically?

Sorry, I didn't mean to bolt yesterday.

That's okay. So did everything work out with you and Heather?

We're not really going out anymore, but...

you know, she didn't really like me anyway.

She just liked how I looked on her arm.

- I'm sorry. - Don't be.

Oh, my God!

You guys gotta come in to hear this. You're not gonna believe it.

"When the police arrived at 1 Beekman Place yesterday afternoon...

they found the supermarket magnate, Mr. Gerald Milford the third...

age seventy-three, still in his bedclothes...

disheveled, with visible vomit stains on his person."

- Quiet, I won't get through this! - Who is Gerald Milford?

- He's Delilah's Dad. - Poor Delilah!

"He has been accused of kidnapping his secretary Miss Jane Piley, 32...

binding her arms and feet, shaving her head bald and locking her...

...in his bedroom closet for 5 days." - That's better than my Dad ever did.

"Over the past decade, he has been a reclusive heroin addict...

squandering what is left of the Milford fortune."

Hey, how many Milfords does it take to screw a secretary?

Four and a dog.

Come on, Trustafarians, time to make the donuts.

Come on. Come on, my little dope fiend. Come on. School time.

Get up.

- I can't believe he shaved her head. - I know.

So I should have stuck up for you. But I knew what you'd say.

That they're jealous, that no one's anyone untll they've been on page 6.

Good morning. This is Catherine Storm's father.

There's no problem. She's very ill and I'm gonna keep her home today.

Yeah, it's the stomach virus going around.

Alrighty, good. Bye-bye.

Alright, you gotta be my mom.

Come on.

It's pretty.

How come you don't ever drink or do drugs or any of that stuff?

'Cause I wanna remember stuff.

- Like what? - Like, all of this.

I don't know. All I wanna do is forget.

All of this.

Will you kiss me? Please?

William Sellers invited me to the Gold and Silver Ball.

- What am I gonna wear? - William Sellers? The drug addict?

- You're on drugs. - No, it's true.

Toby told me he drops acid all the time.

That doesn't sound like French to me, ladies.

- What do I owe this pleasure? - Where's your Saint-Laurent dress?

- Which one? - That black strappy one.

- Why? - William invited me to the ball.

- Bingo. - You can't wear that, Cat.

- Why? - It's too mature.

- No, it's not. - We'll find something appropriate.

What, a dress for a five year old so I'll look like a total loser?

Hey, sweetheart! Daddy's upstairs in the office.

Come on, you'll brighten his day.

Daddy?

- Hey, Beaney. - Hi.

What a wonderful surprise.

Are you all right? Is everything okay?

- I can't eat another bite. - You eat like a little bird!

- Let me get you something else. - Dad. It's not about the food. I...

I need to talk to you.

Really? Is it serious?'Cause if it is, I'll put on my serious face.

Dad! Stop it!

- A boy I like asked me to the Ball. - Really? That's great, Beaney.

But it costs 150 dollars.

And... Mom Said I should ask you.

Oh, she did.

Great.

Things have been tight around here lately. I don't have much cash.

How about I give you thirty and I'll pay her back the rest later?

It's okay. Don't worry about it.

Okay, wait one minute.

Here's a hundred and thirty.

She's gonna be mad.

- Punchy, you got twenty bucks? - Sure thing, Boss.

Now, look, keep it in here so you don't lose it, alright?

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, honey, I wish I had more to give you.

You'll be there for Christmas, right?

Early, with bells on.

We have no choice. Those IRS people say that I owe for back taxes.

- For how long? - Ten years.

Ten?

How do you think I've been paying for your private school all these years?

I told you I would meet you downstairs.

I forgot.

God, you look good.

Thanks.

You guys moving or something?

Redecorating.

Didn't you use to live on Park?

Yeah, before my parents got divorced.

Mom, this is William.

How do you do? Nice to meet you, Mrs. Storm.

We really should get going.

Cat, may I speak to you?

What? We're gonna be late.

- He reeks of alcohol. - He does not.

I'm telling you, there's something odd about that boy.

- Please. - He could never look you in the eye.

- You always say something negative. - It's not negative.

I feel sorry for him. His father used to pick him up drunk. It was a shame.

- You want me like you, with no life? - I have a very fulfilling life.

Yeah, right.

- Do you want some coke? - No.

Sure?

Come on, don't be a child.

It's not a big deal, hon.

Hang on, William. Where are we going? The ballroom's downstairs.

I know. We never go to the geriatric ward. Besides, Peg rented a suite.

Hi, you guys. I've been waiting for you all night. Hey, William. Come on.

I wish I was going somewhere warm. England's freezing this time of year.

Try Gstaad. When I'm not skiing, I swear I'm an ice cube.

- Hi, Cat. - Hi, Grace.

Hello, Cat. Where you going?

I'll stay here, my mother doesn't like to go away over Christmas.

- You'll keep William company. - You're not going anywhere?

No, I have to stay here and make up exams from last week.

- Sounds fun. I wish I could join you. - That's why I got through 1st time.

Peg, look who's here.

It is such a snooze fest downstairs.

She dropped 20 grand on that dress. I made him bring her to check it out.

- I was wondering why she's here. - I can't believe she showed up.

I can't believe she has clothes on.

- All right, we'll see you later! - Where is she going?

Good?

- I didn't know you knew Kenny. - Everybody knows Kenny.

What are you doing?

You don't think I actually came for the company, do you?

I can't believe you.

- You go out with that bottom-feeder. - You don't even know him.

- I know he took my mom's necklace. - How do you know that?

- I just do. - Maybe one of your mom's boyfriends.

Thanks for having me. It was a real thrill.

Nice hair.

What's in the bucket? Maybe the little minx left us a partying gift.

- I think I'm gonna be sick. - She left a big poo in the bucket!

- That's disgusting! - Why me?

You just get rid of it! It's disgusting.

- Where are we going? - Rudolph's gone for the weekend.

He said we could have his pad. You guys are gonna love this place.

Who's Rudolph?

What kind of name is "Storm"?

It's not my real name.

- My Dad changed it. - What for?

Well...

he got invited to the New York Athletic Club.

He signed his name in the guest book and they wouldn't let him in.

What was his name?

Myron Steinberg.

Yeah, I know.

It's pretty awful.

I never told anybody that before.

Well, your secret's safe with me.

Catherine Steinberg.

What's the matter with you?

Another one bites the dust, huh?

- There we go. - Thanks.

- Where did you go? - I'm sorry, I got thirsty.

- Looks like love, lover-boy. - Looks like you're jealous.

I don't like her. Well, look at that. Princess fell down.

Okay, that's it!

That's enough. Let's go, come on, let's behave. That's a good girl.

- Be cool. I want you sitting there. - I can't feel my mouth!

I can't even feel anything.

Give her another downer, she's too fucking high.

- I already gave her two. - Give her another one!

Come on, let's be cool. Don't break anything.

Get up.

- What for? - You gotta get out of here.

- Rudolph is due back any minute. - I'm up. I'm up.

Okay, let's go, sweetheart. Come on, Sleeping Beauty, let's go.

Get out of here.

- Come on, wake your girlfriend up. - Do you have a cigarette?

I don't have a cigarette. Get her up! We don't have time for this bullshit.

Come on, Cat, get up. Come on, Cat, get up.

She won't get up. Let her sleep 10 more minutes. She'll be all right.

Get her up! Come on, come on, come on.

Let her sleep. We'll get up in five minutes, no problem.

- I don't think she's breathing. - Bullshit.

No, I don't.

- I can't find a pulse. Turn her over. - Hear her fucking heart?

I don't, I don't hear, I don't hear her heartbeat.

- Does that mean she's dead? - How do I know? I'm not a doctor!

She's dead?

That... no! God! That's not good.

Rudolph's gonna be back and I can't have a dead girl here.

- Should we call somebody or? - Yeah, and say what?

"Sorry, Officer, we killed her, but we promise not to do it again."

We got to do something.

- It was an accident. - You think anyone's gonna believe?

She's heavy.

- Probably gonna have to stuff her. - Oh, God. Okay. Got her?

- Wait. Head first or feet first? - Head.

Let's go. Yeah, come on.

- Wait a second. - What?

- Thought I heard her cough. - No, I didn't hear anything.

No, I'm serious. I swear to God, listen.

- Fuck! - Jeez!

- Wake me up when Dad gets here. - He's not coming.

What?

This is gonna be one hell of a Christmas.

- Did you tell him not to come? - You bet I did.

After you stayed out all night, gallivanting around town...

ruining a one of a kind gown...

that God only knows how am I gonna pay for it.

- I was at Grace's. - Don't lie. I spoke to her mom.

- I never let you use my earrings! - I didn't touch those!

You're telling me you didn't borrow them?

Why should I believe you, Cat?

I just wanted out of that nightmare. Go somewhere with better people.

Somewhere I knew I was wanted.

- Yes, dear? - Hi.

Damn it, Margaret, I told you not to use the nuts from the table!

Excuse me for one second.

Get out of my way!

Get out of my way!

- Excuse me. - What do you want?

- I'm just looking for William. - He's at the Y.

Come on, come on!

Shoot, shoot!

- Come on! - Pass the ball!

- Over here! - You get him. Come on!

Shoot it up!

Okay, that's it. Let's go. Shower up, guys.

Good game.

- What are you doing here? - I just came by to say "hi".

- Who told you I was here? - I went by your house.

What the fuck did you do that for?

I just wanted to talk to you. My mom's convinced I took her earrings.

Pete's convinced he has...

And?

I have to go.

Could you ring Delilah Milford for me, please?

I'm sorry, there's no one home.

- Where's Fred? - He doesn't work here anymore.

- Is he okay? - It's not that. It's just...

He was let go. I'm sure he's fine.

- Why? - There was a few robberies.

- The Milfords, the Logans. - But he would never steal anything.

I tried telling that to management, but only jewelry is missing...

and we're the only ones with the keys.

- I saw the watch with my own eyes. - You've gone off your rocker.

I'm serious. He's the one who's been stealing from everyone.

Look, I'll have to talk to you later.

Okay.

Hey, guys! Wait. Grace?

Hey, Peg.

What is going on?

- Did you really sleep with William? - Who told you that?

He told Peg that you slept with him after the Gold and Silver Ball...

and that you were bleeding all over the place.

That's not true.

He said there was blood dripping down the walls, he had to burn the sheets.

Well, why would he tell Peg that? He doesn't even like her.

Oh, you don't know. William and Peg are going out.

"They named thee before me a ka-nell to mine ear."

"Knell."

"A shudder comes o'er me Why were thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee, how knew thee too well

Long, long shall I rue thee too deeply to tell."

Catherine. I'm so happy you decided to grace us with your presence.

I'm sorry.

"In secret we met In silence I grieve

That thy heart could forget Thy spirit deceive

If I should meet thee After long years

How should I greet thee? With silence and tears"

What's wrong with you?

I don't wanna go.

'Cause of that stupid boy again.

Mom, you don't understand.

No, I understand perfectly.

Don't you see that boy doesn't deserve this kind of energy?

- Mom, I told you, you don't get it. - Get what?

My whole life...

I've felt like something's missing.

Like I have this big, black hole that I carry around with me.

And then William comes along...

and he likes me...

and I feel happy...

like this was the way life was meant to be.

And not so empty and miserable.

I just don't wanna go back to waking up wishing I was somebody else.

Well, I'm sorry if you find this all so unacceptable.

What are you still doing home?

I've had it with you. You'd better hurry yourself to school.

One more misstep and they're throwing you out for good this time.

I can't believe you won't talk to me over a stupid thing William made up.

- I don't know what you mean. - Yes, you do.

- Blood dripping from the walls. - Do you think I'd believe that?

Well, then, why aren't you talking to me?

I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?

I guess so.

So, is it true about your dad?

What about him?

That he's Jewish.

Well, then, that makes me feel like I don't really know you at all.

I felt sick.

But I hand it to her. At least she had the guts to say what she felt.

Not like him, hiding behind his lies. He made my skin crawl.

So this is what happens when your so-called friends desert you.

I knew I should have cared, but all I cared about was finding you.

- Hello. - Hi, Mrs. Milford.

How are you, darling?

- I'm fine. Is Delilah home? - No, she's at the beach.

She's become quite the little hostess, you know.

It's amazing how fast they grow, isn't it?

Why, you've even got boobies.

"Au revoir, cherie."

- Eloise didn't tell me you're coming. - She must have forgotten.

I told her last week I was coming.

I don't know what's the big deal about the country all of a sudden.

I feel a sudden urge to commune with nature.

Toby just wants to go to Peg's party.

She's building a big bonfire on the beach.

Nothing like a weekend in the country to brighten one's spirits.

Still not buying it, Toby.

Why didn't Dad come?

He just has some work to finish up in the city.

Again?

He'll be up tomorrow.

What was that?

Maybe it was Charles Manson or Squeaky Fromme coming to get you.

Don't be ridiculous. I'll go check.

- Toby, what are you doing? - Providing an escape route.

Look who's here!

Daddy! I didn't think you were coming until tomorrow!

- I just couldn't be away from you. - Toby, stop bothering the girls.

- How'd you know I was back there? - Oh, I know...

more than you think.

- Good night, sweeties. - Good night.

It's your turn.

I'm really not in the mood for this right now.

You didn't come here to hang out with me, did you?

I had to get out.

That's what I thought.

- Where are you going? - Delilah's dancing with her top off.

- Come on, let's go! - To Peg's party? No.

Well, I'm going.

You're finally here.

I am the backdoor man tonight, baby.

- You're gonna freeze to death. - I didn't know you cared.

Of course I care.

If you cared so much, where were you when my father got arrested?

- Well, I wanted to call you. - You wanted to call me? Fuck you!

I've had so much shit going on and you couldn't even pick up the phone!

What happened? Who are you?

- I'm the same person! - You'd never left me like that!

- I've had nobody to talk to. - I know!

- I'm sorry. - Sorry doesn't mean anything anymore.

I needed you, and you disappeared.

Think about it, Cat. Who do I have to talk to?

- I know! - Who do I have?

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

I'm so sorry, Delilah.

I really wish that I'd been there for you.

It's okay.

I could never stay mad at you. Just...

for awhile, it felt like you all of a sudden didn't wanna be my friend.

I don't know. What happened?

It wasn't that. It's just...

...you know me too well. - So what's wrong with that?

Well, it was just easier not to be me for awhile.

I am freezing and Toby won't leave. Can't someone give us a ride?

- Maybe Kenny can give us a ride. - Well, where is he?

He's meeting Rudolph at that bar, The Last Exit.

- That gay place in the woods? - Isn't it disgusting?

I'm so sick of you.

Are you staying with her?

I'll be back in a sec.

So what if we were freaks?

I'd rather be a freak any day than be one of them.

So, Kenny, we're just about done here?

I'm heading back to the city now.

William, wanna assist me in carrying some stuff out to the car?

- Look, it's chilly. Take my jacket. - No, I'll be okay.

Okay. Freeze your ass off.

Can we give Cat a ride home?'Cause she's stuck down at the beach and...

- Sure. Soon as William gets back. - That's gonna take forever.

- I'll just find another ride. - That's good. Okay.

See you.

It figures.

Fuck!

- Hey, wait up! - What do you want?

- That wasn't what it looked like. - You can't be serious.

- What did Kenny tell you? - Kenny didn't have to say anything.

Do you really think I don't know what's been going on?

- What are you talking about? - You know what I'm talking about.

How your dad hits your mom and steal from every apartment on Park Avenue.

- We can talk about this. - Talk about what?

What a great guy you are? Gonna tell me some poor, pathetic story?

How it's so hard? Save it, okay? I know what you are!

- Shut up! - Maybe it's time you heard the truth!

You're nothing but a middle-class common thief...

happy to get his dick sucked by any queer for a few bucks!

Oh, my God! Are you okay? Oh, my God!

- It was an accident. Are you okay? - An accident? What the fuck!

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that! - You are fucking over!

You're not getting out of this! I'm gonna press charges. It is over!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

Delilah?

Oh, God! Fucking God!

Get up, please, goddamn it!

I'm gonna break to her that we're leaving.

We can't just leave her here.

Alright, fine. You wanna stay out here looking for her, be my guest.

- Delilah? - Come on!

What are you doing here?

Where is everybody?

- Hey, have you seen Delilah? - No.

- Well, you can't stay here. - I'll leave in a minute.

What's wrong with you?

- William, what the hell happened? - Go away.

Kenny's outside. I gotta go.

Your mom called.

She wants you to come home, Catherine.

Police has a suspect in custody.

The beaten body of Delilah Milford, helress to the Shoprite fortune...

was found this morning by a jogger in the woods near The Last Exit.

Miss Milford was last seen alive at the parking lot with William Sellers...

an acquaintance she had known for years.

Mr. Sellers has been arrested in connection with the alleged murder.

I was so worried about you.

He is denying all charges related to the murder of Delilah Milford.

Attempts to contact his parents for comment have been unsuccessful.

It's a tragedy, really. We're all very sad.

Do you think William Sellers had anything to do with this?

William couldn't hurt anyone.

Did you ever think anything like this could ever possibly happen?

- We live in good neighborhoods. - She lived in a good neighborhood.

Well, we weren't like Delilah. I mean, she was pretty reckless.

Does anybody know what she might have been doing in the woods at...

...South Hampton at 4 A.M.? - East Hampton.

Just one picture!

Cat, wait! I just wanna talk to you!

- I don't wanna hear it! - Hear what?

A lecture on how reckless Delilah was!

- I just can't listen to that! - I wasn't going to say that!

Yeah, right!

I'm so sorry about Delilah.

I felt terrible about what's happened.

I know you always think Mommy's being...

critical and negative...

but I don't mean it that way.

I just get so concerned that I don't know what to say anymore.

Or how to say it.

Maybe I should have done things differently.

Maybe I shouldn't have divorced your father...

or raised you kids in the city.

I was just doing what I thought was best for you.

But now it feels like I've done everything wrong.

No, you haven't.

I see you struggle so hard to fit in...

and all the pain that you go through, it breaks my heart.

Don't you know that I couldn't live with myself...

if anything ever happened to you and Pete?

I'm sorry.

So am I.

I love you.

And I love you.

Done by (c) dCd / September 2016