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Brent?

Where are you going?

Just going over to Neil's.

-Goodchild's?
-Yeah.

What's his father do?

Is he a postman?

He drives a truck
for some delivery company.

Well, don't screw
around all night.

You've got training tomorrow.

What?

I'm just happy you're back.

Yeah, we'll hang another night.

All right, man, later.

Neil!

Come here.

What's up, man?
What's up, buddy?

-How're you doing, man?
-I'm good, dog.

Can't believe the summer's
barely half over,

and I'm already bored
with all these people.

You haven't heard
from him, have you?

Honestly, I'm starting
not to care.

Is that why you spent
the whole summer

with his best friend?

Because if it's to keep tabs
on Ryan, I'd be careful.

'Cause you and Brent are
starting to look like a couple.

And maybe not a bad thing!

His dad does own
one of the biggest

pharmaceutical companies
in the country.

I mean, he's rich, and he's hot.

He's just being
a good friend, Sar.

Is that why he's blowing off
Kristin Gates

to come over here?

Hey!

Hey.

You off your game or something?

'Cause Kristin was all over you

and I thought
you wanted to bag her.

You're the only girl I know
that talks like a dude.

Which is why...
I think you can handle this.

Actually, I'm not drinking.

This is 100-year-old Scotch.

-Seriously, I'm good.
-Okay.

Well, here.

I have training tomorrow,

so I probably
shouldn't drink either.

So how about we toast...

doing some good clean fun.

-Okay.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

Hey!

What?

Brent, no!

I can't, I'm sorry.

You know Ryan's not
coming tonight, right?

I've gotta go.

My God, Mike
just danced with me.

He's so cute!

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, it's all good.

You sure?

Yeah.

Boy, what're you getting into?

Nothing.

I think I'm gonna Uber home.

What, why?

Your parents are out of town--
no curfew, remember?

I'm just tired, okay?
So I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay, suit yourself.

Hey, Sarah, come here!

I love you.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry
about what happened.

I mean, that was not cool.

I feel like one of my buddies,

and I totally should
not have done that.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

To make it up to you,
I'm gonna fully tell Ryan

what an idiot he is
for dumping you.

I mean, look at you.

You're awesome!

So if he doesn't get back
together with you,

I might just need to rough him
up a little bit.

It's okay, honestly.

We're good.

-For real?
-Yeah!

I mean, you've had to put up
with me crying about him

for a month, so...

I'd say we're even.

Well, here.

I know it's not much
of a peace offering,

but it's all I got.

At least let me give
you a ride home,

but don't worry, I promise
I will keep my hands

on the steering wheel.

-Let's go?
-Okay.

Where are we?

No one tells me no.

Hi, this is Sarah,
leave me a message!

Hello?

Hey, it's me!

What time is it?

I don't know, but listen...

did I talk to you or anything
after I left last night?

Um, no, why?

I feel awful,
like I drank that whole keg,

but I wasn't even drinking.

Tell me about it.

I made out with Greg Larson
last night.

-At least you can remember.
-What do you mean?

Brent was driving me home,

and that's
the last thing I remember

before waking up this morning.

It's like I blacked out.

Hello? Are you there?

I've gotta call you back, okay?

Okay.

Hey.

Hey.

I just got back
from work in Sacramento.

I heard.

Look, I just wanted to come here

and say that I'm sorry.

I was really, really stupid
to break things off,

I just thought it was
the right thing to do, you know?

I was gonna be
away for a month,

and my mom was putting
a lot of pressure on me

to not getting into anything
serious in my last year.

I don't care.

Okay?

I miss you.

You okay?

Yeah.

I missed you, too.

Jess, look,
I'm really, really sorry.

It's okay.

I'm just happy
that you're back.

I love you.

And I swear I'm not going
anywhere, okay?

I love you, too.

So, how was training?

It was good.

Good enough that
you've earned the right

to drink a $100 bottle
of Scotch?

Of course you haven't,

but what really bothers me
is that you'd think

I wouldn't notice
it was watered down.

I just--

Do you really believe
I'm that stupid?

Hi.

Hello.

-What?
-Of course--

of course not, Dad, I just--

You're gonna have
to think a lot quicker

if you wanna run
the company, Brent.

And we both
want that, don't we?

Yeah.

Well, my father taught me
my lessons to prepare me.

You need to learn yours.

Finish it.

-Scott, come on, he--
-This is of no concern to you.

Dad--no, I can't!

Did you just say no to me?

You don't leave
until it's done.

Brent.

Sweetie, are you okay?

Get outta my way.

Sweetheart, are you okay?

Leave me alone.

You know--honey, that outfit
drives me a little crazy.

Is that why you couldn't keep
your hands off me

-when I wore it to the Frasers?
-Don't remind me,

I'll be late for work.

Really guys? You can't
wait one more year

till I'm off to college?

And then you can do
whatever you want!

How do you think
you got here, young lady?

Gross!

So we have to see you
mooning over Ryan every day,

but you can't take an old
married couple?

Not when they're my parents.

Have a great day!

One more year, honey.

One more year!

-She took my bagel.
-Aww.

Come on, guys, pass it around!

Come on, don't be a ball hog!

Ryan, Harris, you're out.

Neil get in there,
show 'em how it's done--Glenn.

Come on, hustle out, come on.

Good job.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hey!

How are tryouts going?

They're all right.

I mean, Brent's definitely
making the team.

He's like Beckham out there.

Hey!

So, what, did you get
back together with Ry

and that's it, we're done?

I mean, it's been like forever
since we've hung out!

You may be a Davick,
but I'm the better catch

'cause I'm so
good-looking, okay?

I'm just happy you finally
got Jess off his shoulder!

I mean, she crowded it enough.

Shut up, Kristin!

-Ooh, hit a nerve?
-Hey!

Play nice.

Hey Romeos, tryouts aren't over,
let's go, get out there.

Come on, hustle!

Move, go in!

-Go!
-I'm coming!

Okay, so if we want to apply
to the same colleges,

we basically need to get
the same SAT score.

Which means that you need
to seriously work

-on your math skills.
-Okay.

But, right now, we need
to get seriously busy

before your parents get home.

-No, wait.
-What, what?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, you okay?

-I don't know.
-Come here, come here.

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

You're bleeding.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Why don't you close the door?

Thank you.

Did you want us to wait
until your mother gets here?

-No.
-Why, what is it?

The urine test I conducted
came back positive.

Your girlfriend's pregnant.

But--but we're always safe.

I understand,
but anything can happen

even when you're
using protection.

Now because there's been
some bleeding,

I'd like to do an ultrasound

to rule out an ectopic pregnancy

or any other complications.

All right, so far,
everything looks normal.

Except...

What?

I'm not sure but...

Nope, there it is.

You, my dear,
are pregnant with twins.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Come on in.

-How far along?
-About eight weeks.

And you didn't know?

She was confused because
of the implantation bleeding,

and it was heavier
because of the twins.

And you're sure they're Ryan's?

-Mom!
-What?

You two were broken up
for most of the summer,

am I right?

Um, my daughter
doesn't sleep around.

Well, I don't think
a paternity test

once they're born
is too much to ask

considering the impact
this would have on Ryan's life.

Assuming you're keeping them.

She is,

and a paternity test
is not too much to ask,

even if it will prove
what we already know.

Right, Jess?

Sweetie?

Yeah.

Well, I have a shift starting
in less than an hour,

and obviously I can't afford
to lose my job, not now.

Ryan?

I'll call you later, okay?

Mrs. Bradwell,
just so you know...

I never wanted to be
with anyone but Ryan.

Ever.

Remember how much we struggled
when we first had Jess?

And I just agreed to a pay cut
so I could keep my job.

So how are we gonna
afford two babies?

We have to.

She can't do it by herself.

Yeah.

Mom? Dad?

I need to tell
you guys something.

And I didn't say anything
because I wasn't sure,

but now...

What is it, sweetie?

Two months ago, when you guys...

spent the night
in San Francisco...

I went to a party with Sara.

Brent Davick offered
to give me a ride home...

and the last thing I remember
is getting in his car.

I blacked out.

And the next morning,
I woke up,

and I felt...

Jess, did Brent
take advantage of you?

I think he might have.

- My God.
- My God.

I can't remember, and I wasn't
drinking anything, I swear!

Sweetheart, why didn't you
say something sooner?

Because I didn't--
I didn't believe it.

I mean, Brent's my friend,

and he's Ryan's best friend,

and to think
that he would drug me?

That son of a bitch!

Wait, are you saying that you
think you might be pregnant

because of what he did?

-I don't know.
-We need to go to the police!

No, ple--please!

Jess--Jess, he raped you.

I can't remember, Dad!

And I wanna
know for sure, I...

I wanna take the paternity test.

I just need to be sure.

Sweetheart,
it's safer if you wait.

I can't wait seven months, Mom.

I need to know
the truth, okay?

I need to know who the father
of my babies are.

Hey.

Hi.

You okay?

I don't know.

I'm sorry about my mom.

She shouldn't
have said any of that.

No, no.

If I were her, I'd wanna
know for sure, too.

So that's why I've decided
to get a paternity test

at ten weeks.

You don't have to do that.

I want to, okay?

Why?

I just think it's
for the best...

for everyone.

Look, I better go,

but I love you, Ryan.

I love you, too.

Hey, bud.

Hey.

Congrats on making the team.

You too.
Hey, when I was away...

was Jess, like, going out
with anybody else?

I don't think so. Why?

If I tell you, you promise
to keep it a secret?

-Scout's honor--
-No, seriously,

like you can't even
tell Kristin.

I got it.

It's in the vault.

Jess is pregnant.

With twins.

Seriously?

Yeah, but she's taking
a paternity test,

and she won't really say why.

Well, I wasn't--I wasn't
with her all the time, dude.

And she was being kind of a
flirt when you were gone, so...

All right, you guys,
let's hit the field, let's go!

Hey, not a word, okay?

Yeah.

There's no easy way to say this.

Ryan is, in fact, a father...

of one of the babies.

The other baby was conceived
by a different father.

I'm sorry, how is that possible?

It's a rare phenomenon called
heteropaternal--

--paternal superfecundation.

It can only happen if you have
sex with more than one partner

in the time leading up
to ovulation.

You're eleven weeks,
that should jog your memory.

Wait, is it possible
that there's been a mistake?

CVS is over 99 percent accurate.

It's a safe bet
your daughter's babies

have two different fathers.

Ryan, wait.

-Ryan, wait!
-Ryan!

Wait, wait,
it's not what you think.

Sweetie.

You're 18, right?

-Yeah.
-Did you get a rape kit done?

-No.
-Any bloodwork?

I told you, I didn't exactly
know what happened,

so I didn't know what to do.

I understand that.

And to be honest, there's only
a small window of a few hours

in which we'd be able to detect
any drugs in the bloodstream.

So what happens now?

We'll talk to Mr. Davick.

Will he know it's me?

He'll know.

Brent, I just have
a few questions

regarding the night of July 1st.

Why, what's the relevance
of that date?

Brent, do you know
a Jessica Bell?

Um... yeah.

Who is she?

She's a girl in my class.

I spoke to her earlier today

about something she says
happened that night.

Can you think of
what that could be?

I don't know.

Look, just get to the point.

He has SATs to study for.

Fine.

Your son is being accused
of rape, Mr. Davick.

What?

Okay, no, no, this--
this is not true.

The accuser is also claiming
that Brent may have fathered

one of her unborn twins.

No!

He is an honor student!

He's in line for a soccer
scholarship to Whittendale.

He is a great kid!

Wait, "one of her babies"?

This is getting more ridiculous
by the minute!

Come on.

Apparently not.

Miss Bell has
a DNA test that proves

her babies were fathered
by two different partners.

Well, who's the other father?

And is he being accused of this?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Brent, is there anything
you can tell me

about the night in question?

It would help a great deal.

No, he won't be
telling you anything.

Not without a lawyer present.

Mr. Davick, no charges
have been filed.

I just want to hear
your son's side of events.

Yeah, I'm aware of
what you're doing.

Then I'm sure you know a
court-ordered paternity test,

if positive, would
prove sexual contact,

consensual or not.

So any denials now
will look far worse later.

Look, we had sex.

All right?

-But she wanted it.
-Okay, Brent.

We both did.

I mean, it's not like
I raped her or anything!

Brent, stop talking.

-Look, Dad--
-I already said my son

will not answer any more
of your questions

without a lawyer present.

Then expect a court order.

I'll see myself out.

She had been after me
all summer!

It was obvious!

Come on, everyone knew it!

You stupid fool, haven't you
learned anything yet?

I didn't rape her!

She's just trying to make it
look bad so her boyfriend

doesn't break up with her again,
and she won't have

anybody to look after her
and those babies.

Did you protect yourself?

She told me she was protected.

And you believed her.

What should I do?

Nothing, until we find out
if that baby is yours.

Hey, this is Ryan.
You know what to do!

Is everything
I'm seeing for real?

Are you seriously
pregnant with two babies?

I was gonna tell you.

My God, Jess, are you okay?

I mean, have you seen
what's been going around?

Two babies, double daddies,
#slut?

I mean, that's gotta
be a joke, right?

I wish.

Ryan, it's not like
she slept with anyone else.

Well, apparently
DNA doesn't lie.

I'll catch you in class, okay?

So now I know why you wanted to
take that paternity test so bad.

Ryan, I wanted to
talk to you.

To tell me who
you slept with?

Come here.

So was it him??

Was it Brent?

'Cause it sure looks like that.

He made a pass at me
at Neil's party

but I turned him down.

I don't believe this.

He told me he was sorry
and he offered me a ride home.

And he gave me a drink
and we left and...

then I blacked out.

I couldn't remember anything,
Ryan.

And I woke up the next morning
and... my pants were undone.

And I felt like
something had happened.

But then you--you showed up
and I didn't want

to think about it or believe it.

What, believe what?

That Brent drugged
and raped me.

I hear you're two for two.

-Leave us alone, Kristin. Okay?
-You don't wanna hear about

how she was all over Brent
when you were away?

Now look at her.

Pregnant with two babies
and two different daddies.

Quite the score?

-I wanna kill him.
-Ryan.

-I wanna kill him.
-Ryan, please.

-Just let the police handle it.
-They know?

My parents made me
report it.

So just please don't
say anything.

It's bad enough as it is.

Come on, keep up the energy,
come on, come on, hustle, guys.

There you go, good job.
Good job, guys.

Brent! Ryan!

Bench it!

Come on.

Come on, guys.

Look, man, I'm sorry.

All right?
I wanted to tell you before.

But Jess, she made me promise
not to say anything.

But you guys were broken up.

You know, and there I was,
the shoulder

to cry on
'cause you weren't there.

I tried to be just buds
with her, man.

Ask anybody.

-She was comin' on hard.
-Dude, shut up.

Hey.
I'm not the only one.

People gotta know because
she's trying to pin this on me.

That's why I tweeted.

Now she's trying to pin on me
with these babies

and this paternity test
that I gotta take.

I mean, come on.

You've been screwed in this too.

Dude, you son of a bitch!

Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Hey, hey!

Hey! Break it up,
break it up!

I know what you did!

Stop!

That's enough, I don't care.

Now, you two goons are out
for the next game.

-What?
-Now get down

to the principal's office

and consider yourself lucky
you're not off the team.

Go.

If I see any more crap out
of you, you're off the team.

Ladies, um,
Detective Murray is here,

she has some news.

Hi.

The results from
the DNA test confirm

Brent is the father
of your second baby.

My God.

So what does this mean
for Jessica?

We have to prove
it wasn't consensual.

Wait... you're not
gonna charge him?

We need more evidence
that he drugged you.

We'd like
to question everyone

who was at the party
that night.

Okay, let's do it.

It would be helpful if you made
a list of everyone there.

Detective, since
it's proven that it's his baby,

he has to pay, right?

You can pursue child support.

Just know that
he has paternal rights

whether he's found guilty
or not.

No, Dad, I don't want
anything from him.

No, honey, he should pay.

Was it worth it?

What?

The sex.

Because I want to know that
when I'm busting my ass

to get you out
of another mess.

Tomorrow,
put that in her locker.

She wanted it.

She's the one
that came on to me.

It's always the same, isn't it?

When the hell will you
act like a man?

Look, Dad, I am sorry.

I've been working really hard.

You've seen my grades,
they're good.

Because I want to follow
in your footsteps,

get into Whittendale...
and run the family business.

-That's all I ever wanted.
-All I've ever wanted

is a son that
I can be proud of.

Not humiliate me.

I will make you proud.

I promise.

I just can't believe
it's not enough to charge him.

I know, it's crazy.

The detective said
we need more evidence,

but... at least
we have proof it's his.

Does it ever bother you...

you know, having his baby?

Why? Does it bother you?

It just doesn't seem fair

that we should have to deal
with what he did.

We shouldn't have
to deal with it

or you shouldn't have
to deal with it?

It's not my baby, Jess.

I get it, but...
just so you know,

I didn't want it either.

Look, I'll... I better go.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

Jess, I made you a sandwich.

Sweetheart.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Is it, Mom?

'Cause I have two babies
inside of me,

and one that I could love
because it's Ryan's baby,

-but then the other one--
-Hey.

It's still your child.

No matter who the father is.

But he raped me, Mom.

I don't know if I can love
his baby because of that,

'cause I'm pretty sure
Ryan can't.

The worst part is
is that everyone thinks

that I wanted it.

Like you should see these tweets
and these comments,

and it's like I did this
on purpose.

He did this to you.

Don't you ever blame yourself
for that.

How can I not?

Especially
if he gets away with it.

He's not gonna get away
with it, okay?

I promise you, he won't.

Hey.

So, the detectives
called my parents.

They want to question me
about Neil's party.

Whoa, are you okay?

Yeah, it's the morning sickness.

Wow, Jess,
you really look like crap.

Guess it would suck knowing
your life's over.

Who's gonna want you now?

Jess.

Hey, hey.

My God,
you are so disgusting!

-Hey.
-I'm gonna take her
to the bathroom.

-Yeah.
-Come on.

Can you get me paper towels
or something?

Call a janitor.

Listen, just forget about her,
she's a bitch.

No, she's right.

Everything I've planned is gone.

Well, you still have Ryan.

Would you stick around and care
for somebody else's baby,

especially when you didn't
want one in the first place?

I don't know if I could.

Hey.

Don't worry.

When the police question me,

I am gonna bury him.

It was obvious.

I mean, everyone knew that she
was after him all summer.

They were like a couple.

Now what's she saying?

Well, she was like dancing
and flirting.

There were pics to prove it.

She was still in love with Ryan.

That's the only reason she was
hanging out with Brent.

She called me
the next day

because she knew something
had happened.

I don't believe
they were going out,

but it kind of looked that way.

She's a liar, okay?

Brent is one of
the most popular guys.

He could have anyone.

Jess doesn't sleep around,
trust me.

Ryan was her first and...
he would have been the only one.

Yo, Brent.

Hey, man, I'm...

I'm being questioned
after the game tomorrow.

Well, shouldn't be a big deal.

Everyone saw
she was all over me.

Yeah, well...
I saw something else.

What's that?

I saw you, Brent.

You put something
in that soda, man.

It's...

It's not right.

Are you kidding me with this?

You were so drunk
you don't know what you saw.

Yo, I do know... all right?

And I'm not gonna lie.

Well... if you're so sure,

why didn't you do
something about it?

And if you did see me do it,

and you didn't do
something about it...

wouldn't that make you
just as guilty?

Ryan.

A word.

Listen, I know
this is far from being

an ideal situation
out here,

but it is what it is.

And it's my job to do what's in
the best interest of the team.

Which is why
I've gotta cut you.

I'm sorry, Ryan, but I just--

I can't have a team
that can't work together.

Clean out your locker.

Just make sure when you're in
that prosecutor's office

you don't miss anything.

All right, see you on the green.

That was Larry.

We might just be
getting lucky here.

So far the cops
don't have anything.

Neil Goodchild says he saw me
put something in Jess's drink.

He says he's gonna
tell the cops

when they question him...
tomorrow.

Did you?

Dad, it's not like last time.

-She wanted to get high.
-I don't wanna hear

any more about it.

I do not want to have
to lie under oath.

Do you realize the position
you've put me in.

I can't believe
this is happening again.

All right.

Not a word to anyone,
you hear me?

Not your mother,
not your friends.

Go.

-Hey, Artie.
-Hey, Scott.

What can I do for ya?

Well, actually I was hoping
you could do me a favor.

Sure, anything.
What do you need?

I need whatever you can pull up
on the Goodchilds.

Feeling any better?

I guess.

My mom said
that hopefully

the morning sickness
will go away soon,

but with twins
you never really know.

I heard you got cut
from the team.

Yeah, I...

I don't want to be on
the same team as Brent anyway.

He was my best friend
for two years

and now I just hate him.

But I don't hate his baby.

I mean...

It's your baby too, right?

If it has a part of you,
I know I can love it.

So...

I'm sorry if I made you
consider doing something...

that I know wasn't
in your heart.

I'm just so scared...

that I'm gonna end up alone...

one day with two babies and...

-Hey.
-I don't--

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey.

I told you.

I'm not going anywhere.

And I mean it.

You are never
going to be alone.

Neil, Neil!

David, hustle in.

Send 'em the ball,
come on, guys.

-Come on, Brent!
-Good passing,

good passing,
all right.

Neil, you and Brent
do a damn good job

of playing off one another,
you know that?

Thank you, sir.

You, you think of...
applying to Whittendale as well?

No, I doubt it, I mean,

my parents can't afford
to send me there,

and there's no way
I'll get a scholarship.

I mean, Whittendale's one
of the best business schools

in the country.

You do want to go
to college, right?

Of course.

In that case,
I doubt you're putting

that DUI charge
on your applications.

If you do that, you're really
screwing up your chances.

What are you talking about?

Good round, guys.

Don't play dumb, Neil.

Be smart about this.

Because if you talk
to the police

about what you thought
you saw Brent do...

Well, then every college
in the country

will know the truth
about your record.

Davick, out!

There you go,
good job, guys.

Everything all right?

Aside from the pass
you just missed...

Sure.

There he is.

Come on, guys, come on,
pick up the energy.

Brent, Mr. Davick.

I don't think
we've officially met.

I'm Jessica Bell.

I'm the girl your son raped.

You know that's not true, Jess.

After all, you wanted me
to give you a ride home--

Brent.

If you wanted
to discuss something,

I'd be more than happy
to arrange

a meeting at my office...

with our lawyers present
of course.

That won't be necessary.

We just want
to tell you that...

I'm keeping my babies.

No matter what kind of games
you want to play.

Did you see them
leave together?

Yeah, everyone did.

And how did Jessica seem?

Fine.

So is there anything else
that you saw

or heard that you'd
like to tell us?

No.

Nothin'.

That was fun.

That was so much fun.

Ryan's gonna be bummed.

I know.

Poor him, didn't get to go
shopping with the girls.

He doesn't know what he missed.

Yeah.

What is it, honey?

I just spoke
with Detective Murray

and she said they're
not gonna prosecute.

What?

How is that possible?

They didn't find any witnesses.

So it's still your word
against his, honey.

I don't believe it.

He raped me and
he's gonna get away with it.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Look, Jess,
I know this is hard for you.

It's hard for all of us.

But the detective was very clear
from the beginning

that it was gonna be difficult
to make this stick.

Okay, so, what,

he just gets to continue
on with his life?

I mean, I know I said I
didn't want anything from him,

but now it just
doesn't seem fair

because I've seen what
you both are sacrificing.

And... the Davicks,
who have everything,

just get away with
whatever they want.

Is there nothing we can do?

Well, we could sue,
but it'll cost us.

Well, we should at least
talk to a lawyer.

All right, Larry... thanks.

I'll talk to ya.

Well, it seems the Bells
are threatening a lawsuit.

It's typical.

If they don't have any proof,

then there's no way
they can win.

They don't need any proof.

All they have to do
is file the lawsuit,

go to the media,
make a lot of noise,

and the damage is done.

Dad, you know how sorry I am,

and I'll do anything
to make this go away.

Believe me... you'll do plenty.

Six o'clock?

Um...

Well, I gotta discuss it
with my wife.

Okay, let me know.

Yep.

You're not gonna believe it.

That was Scott Davick
on the phone.

-What does he want?
-He wants us all to meet.

Ha!

Yeah... us and his team
of lawyers.

No, no, no, no, honey,
no, he said no lawyers.

I think that it sounds like
he wants to work something out.

No.

There's nothing to work out.

Look, I--I think we should...
at least go...

see what he has to say.

We know what he has to say.

Tricia, the cost
of this lawsuit.

I--I mean... the retainer
alone is over $10,000.

Where are we gonna
get that money?

And if we find it,
what are the chances

to win this thing in court?

Why don't we just go...

and listen to him.

Fine.

But I am not accepting
any money from that man.

- I wanna go too.
- No, no, no.

No, that's a bad idea.

I mean, Dad, this is about me.

I have a right to be there.

I have a right to make
a decision for myself.

So...
how--how are you feeling?

Fine.

Good.

You know, twins,

that's really
something special.

We never had any twins
on my side.

Any morning sickness
or anything yet?

Yeah, a little bit.

Yeah, I always thought
that was the--

the hardest part was...
the morning sickness.

You sure I can't
get you a drink?

Scotch?

I do have a fine Cognac
over there.

-No, I don't drink.
-Okay, then.

It's all right.

Well, I am glad to see
that Jessica

is staying hydrated
for the babies.

I know how important that is

from when Candice
was pregnant.

Yes, I drank ten bottles
of water a day.

I don't understand
why all of a sudden

you're so concerned
about the babies.

Last I heard, you wanted
to get rid of them.

I think we can all agree that
some mistakes were made here.

Mistakes?

That's what you call it?
'Cause I call it rape.

If you think I raped you...

-why would you even want to--
-Brent.

That is enough.

I just want to have
a civilized conversation

without lawyers...

because none of us needs
to spend that kind of money?

I don't see why we can't all
just come to our own agreement.

I think we all know that raising
one child is costly enough,

but two?

Well, that can put
a strain on anyone.

So...

I was thinking...

that this might help.

Now just so you don't
go thinking that,

Brent is shirking
his responsibilities,

that money comes
from his trust fund.

- We don't want your money.
- Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

-Roy!
-Tricia, please.

What are you asking us to do
in exchange for this?

I think considering the sum...

an agreement that
you'll refrain

from filing any lawsuits
would be fair.

Also an agreement that
you will never...

comment on this issue
ever again...

publicly or privately.

You think you can just
shut me up with a check?

-Jess, just let me--
-No, Dad, no!

Look at what he did to me.

You think that a big fat check
just makes that right?

No, someone needs
to kick his ass!

-Let's go.
-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Just a second,
just a second here.

You don't need to
decide right now.

Just think about it.

Think about how far
that money would go

to help raise
those two children.

That's your answer.

-Go.
-Okay, but there's one thing

you might want to consider
before you leave.

You go ahead with this suit...

I promise you...

my lawyers will drag
this out for years

and bleed you financially
until you have nothing.

You really want to
lose everything?

Your savings, your house?

I think my offer is
exceedingly fair

considering the alternative.

I hope...

that you are both...

very proud of your son.

What about the lawsuit?

Are you sure you want to put
yourself through that?

Yes, whatever it takes to
get that sick jerk.

Yeah, but remember
what Daddy said.

We could spend all that
money and still lose,

and then what?

You really want Brent to be
able to hurt us again?

Okay, so he just gets a pass?

He gets to go to this
nice college and...

he gets to keep his
stupid trust fund,

and I'm stuck
raising two kids?

No, no, you have me
and your dad and Ryan.

And you're gonna have
two wonderful children.

Brent will never have anything
as beautiful as that.

I felt them today.

For the first time.

It was just this little flutter,
but I knew it was them.

Aw.

Here.

-Feel here.
-Yeah?

My God, I felt 'em!

Here, I think that's
the one on the right.

He or she's a bit spunkier.

Aw.

What, sweetie?

Jess?

-I don't know.
-Okay, come on, come on.

Roy, get the car!

-All right.
-It's okay, sweetie.

-It's okay, come on.
-Mom.

You're gonna be all right.

How are you doin'?

Better.

Where's my mom and dad?

I sent them downstairs
for a break.

They haven't slept
a wink all night.

How are the babies?

Behaving.

Back to normal.

He's got you on progesterone,

so this shouldn't happen again.

Did I do something?

Did I cause this?

No, honey, no.

But it's a good thing we got
you in here when we did.

Another hour...

things could have turned
out differently.

Hey, hey, hey.

You okay?

I came as soon as my mom called.

Everything's fine now.

Okay.

I have something to show you.

They took this photo
during your ultrasound.

They were able to
determine the sexes.

Do you want to know?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, sometimes they trick us,

but from the looks of it...

you're having a boy
and a girl.

Can they tell whose is Ryan's?

Ey.

It's okay.

It doesn't matter.

Okay?

They're brother and sister,

and we're a family.

You're a strong
young woman, Jessica.

I'm proud of you both.

I'll be back in a little while
to take your blood pressure.

They're incredible.

And they're ours.

- Look, you see that?
- What?

It looks like they're
holding hands.

I don't care what people think.

I mean, they can judge
me if they want, but...

I'm not ashamed or afraid.

The only one who should
be afraid is Brent.

Have you seen it?

What?

Shh...

You're not gonna get
away with this.

I already have, just like
you got away with

drugging me and raping me.

Did you not hear
what my dad said?

So you're gonna
go call your daddy?

"Hey Daddy, make this little
girl stop pestering me.

I know I raped her but
she won't leave me alone."

-You...
-What are you gonna do, hit me?

You rape me and then
you beat me up?

Yo, back off, bro,
you don't want to go again.

Hey Brent.

Smile.

Just got off the phone with
Dean Nordoff at Whittendale.

Someone tipped him
off to this mess.

Since then he's been
scouring social media.

He put your application on hold.

It's Jess.

She's messing with me, Dad.

She put up a banner at school...

calling me a rapist.

I thought you said
she couldn't do that.

That you were gonna stop her.

You're blamin' me?

You're the one who
swore "never again."

And here we are.

Now both of us, all of us
are payin' the price.

Let's not go there, Scott,
let's just try to deal--

I will take care of this,
Candice.

Now, this is the last
time I bail you out.

Yes, sir.

What?

Are you against me now too?

I cleaned these off
your floor the day

your father made you
drink that Scotch.

Your father's not the only
one looking out for you.

That son of a bitch,
he just can't let it go.

Can we fight this?

Honey, we have to.

He's suing Jessica
for defamation.

And either way we lose.

We lose money paying the lawyers
or we lose money

-paying out to that bastard.
-What are we supposed to say

to Jess,
that she can't say anything?

Well, if she keeps talking,
things will just get worse.

Yes, but how do we explain to
her that she can't say things--

I'm sorry.

I'll stop.

I was being selfish.

I won't do it again,
I promise.

No, no, no, honey.

I'm the one who's sorry.

My God.

If only we could do more, I...

Yeah, we can walk around, then
grab some food or something.

Sounds good.

Okay, I have to go.

Who are you talkin' to?

Just a friend I might
meet up with later.

Well, you're not going anywhere.

It's my 18th birthday...

and we gotta celebrate.

What's going on with you?

Look, Brent...

There's a reason that it's just
you and me on your birthday.

Okay, nobody wants to hang
out with you anymore.

I don't care what
anybody else thinks.

-Okay?
-Well--

I do.

Okay?

I'm done.

You're what?

Let go!

Brent, get off me!

-It's fine.
-Brent, stop!

-No, it's okay.
-Get off!

-Brent!
-It's fine.

Nobody tells me no, okay?

You're getting huge.

Thanks, feel great.

That's a nasty bruise.

What happened?

None of your business.

I heard about you and Brent.

Did he do that to you?

If he did, you have
to say something.

If enough of us speak up,
we can stop him.

Look, I'm not you, okay?

I don't need to lead a crusade.

You got anything more
to say to me?

Get out of my way.

What happened to that mouth
of yours?

Cat got your tongue?

I wouldn't be so smug, Brent.

I'm not the only one
who knows about you.

You're not off the hook yet.

So, he did the same thing
to this Emily girl.

Yeah.

Well, you have to tell the cops.

I can't, Emily trusted me
not to say anything.

I mean, she hasn't even told
her parents

that she's coming forward.

Okay, well, when are you
meeting with her?

Tomorrow.

Okay, I'm going with you.

No, she wants me to come alone.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

I'll be fine, and we're finally

gonna get him.

Sorry, I didn't meant to stare.

I'm a lot bigger
because of the twins.

You know, it kinda makes me
feel like I'm lucky in a way.

I mean, Brent raped me,
but I didn't get pregnant.

Can I ask you,
how much do you remember?

Not a lot... we'd gone out
a couple of times.

The third time, he wanted
to sleep with me and I said no.

He seemed okay with it,
so he took me home...

except I don't remember
getting home.

I just remember the next morning
knowing he'd...

I had a rape kit
and a drug test done.

I had everything
I needed to nail him...

and then his father
offered us a deal.

I know how that makes
me and my parents look,

but it was the only way
I was able to go to college.

-It's okay.
-No.

It's not, because look

at what happened to you.

I don't care about this deal.

Let them sue me,
I am gonna talk...

so he can't ever do this again.

Here.

I have to get to class.

Yeah, okay.

I'm gonna go home and talk

to my parents, I have

to tell them
what I'm gonna do.

They signed the deal, too,
but tomorrow,

I promise I'll talk
to this detective.

Thank you, Emily.

Good luck with everything.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Bye.

Yeah, that's great, Mom,
all right.

I'll see ya
in about an hour.

Why were you talking to Jess?

Did you follow me?

You better not be planning
on breaking the deal.

My father will sue you.

Leave me alone.

I hope you have
a million dollars.

Because you're gonna need it.

You and your dad
don't call the shots

anymore, Brent,
sue all you like.

The police report
is pretty clear.

The accident that killed
Emily Harding was due

to a combination
of excessive speed

and distracted driving.

What do you mean?

What distracted her?

Just before the accident,

she had pulled up
a number on her cell phone,

her parents,
it probably contributed

to her losing control
of the vehicle.

How awful.

She was probably calling

to tell them that she's
coming home to talk

about Brent because of me.

Sweetie, it's not your fault.

Your mother's right,
that stretch

of road is known
for speeding,

her accident hadn't
been the first.

What about Emily's story?

It proves that Brent
did this before.

She never came to us,
we never saw the evidence.

The whole thing
was handled privately.

I spoke to the mother
this morning, told her

about the situation,
but she made it clear

they didn't want to have
anything to do with it.

They're afraid of the Davicks,
they're not going to help you.

We can't just sit back
and pretend

that everything's
gone back to normal.

We have to, my Dad said

I can't talk to or go anywhere

near Brent because of
the lawsuit... looks like

I'm just gonna have
to lay low for a little while.

Well, I don't,
he's not suing me.

I mean, he can't keep
all of us quiet, Jess.

All right, listen up, guys,
listen up, this is

the biggest game of the year!

There is a team out there
that is coming after you!

We are gonna play hard,
we are gonna play

until that clock says zero,

we're gonna hustle,
hustle, hustle!

Vito, what is the key
to the game?

-Teamwork.
-Teamwork!

Everybody plays like a team,

we get in there,

we're gonna win
this thing, all right?

Let's go, all in now, on three!

One, two, three, Lexington!

Pass the ball, pass it!

Teamwork, come on!

Hustle, guys, hustle, come on!

Yeah, that a boy!

Way to go, Davick...
Neil, get in there!

Go, hit the wings, guys,
pass it, come on.

Keep it going now, don't stop.

There we go, there we go,
keep it going, don't stop.

Way to go, Davick!

Yeah!

Go, go, 18!

Worst best friend ever!

Do something.

What do you want me to do,
have 'em all arrested?

Davick, off!

What are you doing,
you benching my son?

He's the best you've got!

He was, sit down.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hey, come here.

No one tells me no.

The cell tower...
I know where he did it.

You're sure you saw
the cell tower near

the parking lot?

I'm sure.

Well, sometimes, the drugs

won't cause a total blackout.

Bits of memory can
come back to you.

How can that help her case?

The school has security cameras.

One of them might've
caught something.

I assure you this will
in no way tarnish

the image of the school.

It's all over the internet.

Yes, yes, I understand that,
but tomorrow, there'll be

another whole viral video
and this one will be forgotten.

It's a safety issue, Scott.

Well, how about our money,
Frank?

How's that treating you?

We have paid
for more libraries and wings

and your personal bonuses
than anyone else,

so don't sit there on
your holier-than-thou throne

and tell me that my son is not
good enough for Whittendale!

So, how does it feel?

What?

To lose the championship.

The coach said not to worry...

we'll get the trophy
back next year.

The year you're supposed

to be at Whittendale.

Why do you ask?

Well, you can kiss that goodbye!

You know, when I was your age,
I had one goal... one goal.

Make my dad proud.

He was a great man and I wanted
to be just like him.

And you... all you seem
to want to do is let me down.

You know, Mom said Grandpa
was a bastard.

Get out.

We got him.

Brent Davick,
you're under arrest

for the rape of Jessica Bell.

Put your hands behind
your back, please.

All right, what the hell
are you doing?

You have the right
to remain silent--

For God's sake, Scott,
do something!

Mom!

--one will be provided for you.

All right, call Larry, go on!

Brent Davick, the son
of Scott Davick,

CEO of Davick Pharmaceuticals,

was released on bail today
after formally being charged

with sexual assault.

A spokesman for the family
continues--

Babe?

--the charges and to insist

that they
will fight this in court

until the younger Davick
is fully exonerated.

When asked about
the alleged video evidence,

a spokesman said--

I can't believe
they let him out.

The power of money.

Well, it's okay, 'cause there's

no way he dodges jail time.

I'll believe that
when it's over.

Scott Davick recently served

as an advisor to the president
on healthcare reform

and is highly regarded--

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it,

it doesn't look good.

The video evidence is
the most compelling in any case.

Now that they have it,

they'll be seeking the maximum.

And what is that?

Eight years.

Eight years?!

No, there's no way.

Like I said, that's the maximum,

but we can try a plea.

The jury might go easy on you,

after all, this is
your first offense.

Excuse me, Larry.

Dad, where are you going?

The shareholders wanna talk
to me right now.

I'll be in my office.

With this scandal,
I don't feel comfortable

with the Davick name anymore.

You should just resign, Scott.

It's all for the good
of the company.

You might as well
keep that name.

You destroyed everything
my father built.

Everything I built.

You're a disgrace.

Dad... I'm your son.

I don't have a son anymore.

Get out.

Dad, but wait--

I said get out.

I never wanna see you again.

So don't be here
when I get back.

What are you doing?

Brent, where are you--

Don't act like you
give a damn...

because I know you don't!

Brent, where are you going?

I'm going to do what I should

have done in the first place!

No, Brent, don't.

God!

Yeah?

What did you say to him?

I kicked him out.

You what?

Candice, I've made my decision.

Well, he just left!

-Good.
-With your gun!

Did... did he say anything?

God, he said something
about doing what he

should have done
in the first place.

Scott? Scott!

Still hungry?

Of course, I'm still hungry.

I'm eating for three, remember?

Should I get takeout?

-Takeout?
-Yeah.

What, are you trying
to gain baby weight, too?

I just want my kids to get

a good meal, that's all.

Anyway, call me
if you need anything.

Okay, sounds good.

Love you.

I love you, too, bye.

Mom?

Dad?

Hey, changed your mind
about takeout?

No, Ryan, I think it's Brent,
I think he's here!

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

Get out of my house!

We're all friends, Jess,
and now all you wanna do

is destroy my life... for what?

Ten minutes you can't
even remember.

But, hey, you got
what you wanted, you get

to play house with Ryan.

But what about me?

What did I get?

I got nothing because of you.

You're right... you're right.

I shouldn't have said
all those things.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm really,
really sorry.

I'm sorry.

Shut up.

You're not sorry.

You knew exactly
what you were doing!

Dad?

Please, please,
don't hurt my babies!

Babies.

Babies, I am so sick
of hearing about those babies.

I'm done with them.

With you... with all of it.

Brent!

Dad?

Go home.

Dad, you said--

I know what I said

and I was wrong.

Do what I say
and everything will be okay.

No, no, no, no.

Gimme the gun.

No!

No, no.

Brent, put down the gun!

No, Dad, Dad.

Dad!

Please.

Dad, get up.

Dad, come on.

Dad, Dad!

I'm sorry.

Hey, how's my family doing?

Well, Shirley here was trying

to have a nap, but then,

I swear that Charlie
was purposely trying

to poke her with his foot.

So she's up now.

Right, come here, come here.

Charlie, is that right, buddy?

Were you bugging
your sister?

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

Buddy.

Yes, you were.

I'm sorry I can't stay
longer to help,

but I'll come by tomorrow
to give the kids a break.

Thank you, Gillian.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Bye, Mom.

Bye-bye.

I'll see you tonight, bye.

Bye.

Okay, so now that you're
back from school,

why don't you let me
have the babies?

Yes.

And I can feed them,

and you guys can get going

on your studying.

If we have to.

Yes, you do.

Bye, Mom.

Come on, I'll fill you in

on who Kristin's sinking

her claws into these days.

Great.

Okay, you two, the milk's

gonna be ready in one minute,

lemme just warm it up.

Hello, Tricia.

Candice... what can I
do for you?

I was hoping I could see
my grandson for just a minute.

I don't think so.

My husband's dead
and my son is spending

the rest of his life
in prison, so...

So, please...

I have no one else left...

except for my grandchild.

Is that him?

Please, for just
one minute...

Please?

Thank you.

My goodness, Charlie,
you're getting so big.

She wants her bottle,

excuse me.

That's okay, Charlie.

You're a Davick,
you know that...

That's right.

And you know
what's special about that?

Everything.

So do as I tell you...

and one day you're gonna
make Grandmother very...

very proud.