03x07 - I See London, I See France...

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Previously on 90210:

Sasha told me she was HIV-positive,
and I thought I had it.

I was trying to push you away.

While we were broken up,
I slept with Oscar.

You were pretending you wrote a song
you actually stole from a dead man.

- Okay, but that's not...
- I have a recording of Javier

singing it six months ago.

- Stay away from me.
- I'm not gonna tell that we hooked up.

- What's the matter, baby?
- Nothing.

- Why aren't you?
- Because you're just not that hot.

I get what you're going through.
I went through it too.

You wouldn't accept help.
I told my mom to do me a favour

- and offer you a job.
- I don't believe this.

She can never know
we had a romance.

Nothing ever happened between us.

And now that I'm crashing here,
nothing ever can.

I don't want anyone else to know
that Cannon r*ped me.

- Unh.
- Who you gonna tell?

You should still press charges.

Just have to prepare yourself
for a very messy trial.

I can't. I just can't.

As I was pulling out,
I saw Cannon and Naomi...

Ryan, you have to come forward.
You could help make her case.

I could watch you sleep all day.

What are you doing in my room?

Hmm. Well, it's my house, isn't it?

- Ugh.
- Ha, ha.

Ooh! Boy, you're cute.

If you weren't an employee I would...

- Oh, no, don't get dressed.
- What do you want, Laura?

You know what I want.

Work-wise?

Laura Matheson.
- I design bags.

- Bags?
- Mm-hm.

You know, purses, handbags,
the occasional clutch.

I just started my own business

and it is actually
doing really, really well.

So I'm gonna need you
take to me downtown to get supplies.

Can't you just give me a list?

It'd be quicker if I go alone.

Quicker but way less fun.

I'll meet you outside.

Oh, and it's hot out,
so you don't have to wear a shirt.

- We could go if you want to.
- Okay.

Oh!

Hey, hey, hey. My new locker mate.

Finally, we meet.

Uh, full disclosure, I was kind of
hoping to keep this locker free.

Yeah, I was, uh, thinking
about putting in a mini-fridge.

Well, I'm sorry to crush your dreams.

No, that's okay. I'll have to drink
my coconut water room temperature.

Have we met before?

I don't think so.
I just transferred to West Bev.

Oh, okay. Weird because, uh,
you look so familiar.

Well, do I look familiar?

Oh, my name's, uh, Navid, by the way.
Navid Shirazi.

What did I say?

Look. Look, there he is. Shh.

Oh.

Hey, um,

do I sound like I have laryngitis
and that I should rest my voice

instead of doing
my history presentation?

- No.
- Do you have

- an extra history presentation?
- What's up with them?

Oh, it's probably that stupid rumour.

- What rumour?
- You know the girl Parker, right?

- She was just running her mouth.
- About what?

Heh, well,
she said you guys hooked up

and that you were sh**ting pool
with a rope. Heh.

Unbelievable, man. She's just pissed
because I rejected her.

Yeah, yeah. That's what I figured.

I'm not screwing around.
I wanna be with Silver.

Things were good with us.
We were good.

- Just... I need to get her back.
- Yeah.

Yeah, well, I hear you, buddy.

Maybe you should talk to her. Ahem.

Sound any better? No?

- All right, man.
- Later.

Torch, loo, lift.

Ah, I just love the way you talk.

- You make English sound so...
- English.

- Exactly.
- Hmm.

So are you from London or what?

Not far.

Let's say London is here.

Now, to get to my little hamlet you'd
have to travel east just a bit. Heh.

And then a tick south.

What the hell
are you still doing here?

I think she means me.

More cartography later.

- Stay away from this psychopath.
- Ivy, come now.

And seriously, why don't you just...?
God, why don't you just go home?

I've got to finish my PG year.

- Hmm. Wow, so you're staying?
- I am.

Look, I understand you're upset,
but your mom had it coming.

She destroyed my family.

And you were just

collateral damage.

You are a repulsive human being.

- We'll agree to disagree.
- Whatever.

Just stay the hell away from me.

I just don't get it.

Why does my locker neighbour
hate me?

You think I was acting all cocky
because I'm a big cool senior now?

Don't worry, you're not that cool.

Maybe she was weirded out
by the straightening iron in your locker.

No, you guys just don't understand
the curse of a Persian curl.

Tell her any of your dumb jokes?

- Dude, I don't tell any dumb jokes.
- Are you serious?

- How do you get a Kleenex to dance?
- You put a little boogie in it.

Dude, heh, that's legitimately funny.

Oh, hey, Navid.

Hey, Harper.

Just dropping off the yearbook DVD's
for dubbing. Hmm.

Yeah, that's fine with me.

So I hear we're running neck and neck
for the leadership award.

Yeah, that so?

Yes, it is. Of course, the fact
that I was the one who lobbied

to have the achievement ceremony
moved to the beginning of the year

should place my neck slightly ahead
of your neck.

I mean, what's the point
in winning the leadership award

if I can't put it on my application?

You know,
I might actually win, Harper.

I know you might.

Hey, don't be so cocky, okay?
I resurrected the Blaze.

- Well, I'm editor of the yearbook.
- I got Key Club.

- And you stuffed those ballot boxes.
- I did what?

All right, you two,
let's take it down a notch.

Yeah, um, look,
you know what you both need?

You guys just need to ditch
the achievement awards

and head on over to the Undies.

The underachievement awards?

Really? Is that joke of a ceremony
still going on?

It sure is.

And, actually, I hear
they have a hell of a DJ this year.

Who is it? Oh, yeah, that's right.
It's me.

Who in their right mind actually wants
to celebrate underachievement?

Navid, I'll see you tomorrow night.

All kidding aside,
may the best person win.

Psyche. Handshake denied.

There are no words.

Yeah, I mean, I'll do whatever it takes.
I'll sign statements.

I'll testify. I'II, uh, do whatever
you want, whatever you need.

- What?
- Look, I'd love to tell you

that all this new information
solves everything.

All it really does
is place you and Cannon at the school

on the night of the alleged as*ault.

And frankly, the fact that you
were drunk hurts your credibility.

Great.

So, what does this mean?

Bottom line?
It's still your word against Cannon's.

But I still believe
you should come forward.

Right. A slutty teenage girl

who wears short skirts
and has a history of lying

versus an oxford-wearing
Oxford scholar

with a fancy accent.
That sounds like a fair fight.

Well, if you want a school teacher
whose been known to drink too much

and destroy school property
on your side...

Um, look, it may not be a fair fight,
but it's a fight worth fighting.

And you're not alone, Naomi.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Let's press charges.

Just please sign the attendance slip
for me. Okay?

I promise I had a valid reason
for missing school.

Uh-huh. And what's the reason?

I was doing something personal
that I'd rather not discuss.

Please, you're just gonna
have to trust me.

You'll forgive me if I don't.

Oh, my God. Don't make me
make someone fire you!

Don't make me mention this
to Principal Nowack.

Just sign the book.

You can use my pen, which BTW
is worth more than your car.

Sign the book.

Hey, Mrs. List, Principal Nowack
wanted to see me.

Naomi.

Um, attendance, yeah.
I meant to tell you

that Naomi's absence yesterday
was excused.

- What the hell are you staring at?
- A vision.

What a bitch.

I know.

Hey, uh, you seemed upset
when I said you looked familiar.

Or I was a jerk
when we crossed paths or something.

Sometimes I jerk out
but never on purpose.

- Very funny.
- Excuse me?

Look, I know exactly
how you know me.

And you know exactly
how you know me.

Since we both know
exactly what's going on

we really don't need to talk about it,
do we?

- Hey, Silver.
- Hey.

- Come on.
- What?

I miss you and I know you're pissed.

You gotta give me a chance
to make things up.

I don't gotta do anything.

But I love you.
We were good together.

At least let me come with you
to the achievement awards tonight.

Why, is Parker busy?

- Oh, look, whatever you heard...
- It doesn't matter what I heard.

I shouldn't have even brought it up.
This isn't about Parker.

We're not getting back together.

You need to move on.

No, no, no.

It's not that secret piercings
isn't good...

Yeah, it's really freaking good.

Right. Fine. But we have to follow
FCC guidelines and school guidelines.

So we can't actually show a...

Genitals, uh, on the Blaze.

That's fascist, man.
You should fight the system.

I actually have to take this.
Uh, can we talk about this later?

Fight the system.

Got it. Got it.

Thank you so much for calling.

Seriously, thank you so much.

What's going on?

Well, I'm uncomfortable. Uh...

Graphic story. Uh...

- I'll tell you later tonight.
- Right, about that.

Oh.

I'm really sorry. I wanted to be
at the achievement awards.

It's just some studio time opened up.

No, say no more. You just, uh...

I'm just glad you're still recording.

Victor decided
not to expose you, huh? Smart man.

He's scared the wrath of Navid
would reign down on him.

Actually...

I didn't dump Victor.

What?

- I decided not to.
- Ade, why?

He's done some really big things
for my career.

That picture I took,

it's gonna be the cover
of a national magazine.

- Great.
- The cover, Navid.

That's a huge deal. It's right there.

You know, everything I've dreamed of.
It's all happening.

And if he tells what he knows,
it'll all go away.

Temporarily, but you'll get it all back
and on your terms.

You don't know that.

It's just not worth the risk.
Not when I'm this close.

Besides, it's still my voice
singing the song.

Lots of people
don't write their own music. Right?

Sure. Gotcha.

Um, listen, I gotta just send
this last Blaze edition out.

I'll talk to you later, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Hey, so guess what? The police
told the school about the investigation

- and Cannon got suspended.
- Hey, that's great.

What's going on?

- I got suspended too.
- Oh, Mr. Matthews.

No, it's okay.

I, uh, knew this would happen
when I agreed to come forward.

And, uh, I don't regret it. Not at all.

Don't give it another thought.

It's a far, far better thing I do
than I have ever done.

It's, uh, Tale of Two Cities.

If you wanna thank me,
you can read the book.

Aah.

You have no case.

When I'm acquitted
I'm gonna sue you for defamation,

which means that little trust fund
of yours,

it'll be mine.

Well, we'll see about that, won't we?

Yeah.

Oh, no worries, I've got it.

Can it be? A Chelsea fanatic
amidst all this Lakers rubbish?

Yeah, bit of one. Thank you.

I heard there was a fellow Englishman.
You must be Mr. Cannon.

I tried to get into your history class,
but it was filled up.

They said next semester there's...

Actually, I'm,
uh, taking a leave of absence.

I'm not sure I'm gonna be here
next semester.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Where are you from in Dagenham?

- I'm from Chelsea.
- Hah. I get it.

Trying to sound more upper crust
to impress the Yanks, right?

Hey, don't worry,
your secret's safe with me.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Oh, come on, man. I can tell
a cockney accent when I hear one.

Had a bunch of cousins
who grew up in Essex.

- Went to the Chester School.
- I'm not from Dagenham.

Maybe not from,
but you lived there, right?

I mean, I'm telling you,
you sound exactly like all...

I've never been
to bloody Dagenham. Okay?

Drop it.

Hey.

I know you think flowers are lame,
but I wanted to get you something.

You got me surf wax.

- Less lame?
- Yes. Definitely less lame.

Ahem.
Look, I'm sorry I lied about Sasha.

Like I said, uh, I was scared.

I was panicked. And I was stupid.

But I love you.

I just want things to go back
to the way they were before.

Hey, I just... I don't know if we can.

Why?

You still love me?

Then that's all that matters.

Come on.

Let's just rewind.

All right? Just pretend last week
never happened.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Okay.

I'm so proud. Ha, ha.

No, I think a reality show
is a pretty bad idea.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi.
- Nice to see you.

- Ade couldn't make it, huh?
- No.

I couldn't convince anyone to ditch
the Undies and come here instead.

Yeah. I asked Naomi
if she wanted to fill in for Teddy

and she laughed so hard
she started to cry.

- Ha, ha.
- And Kelly's out of town, so just me.

Oh, please.

Well, on the bright side, we both get
an extra piece of rubber chicken.

Oh, spinning negatives
into positives.

Spoken like a true leadership award
front-runner.

- No, I'm not gonna win.
- Ah, enough with the false modesty.

No, it's not false.

- Oh, yeah? Than what's this?
- Ah...

Oh, looks like someone
wrote a thank-you speech.

I blanked at my bar mitzvah and
I ended up singing a Hanukkah song.

Okay? I need to be prepared
just in case.

Hey, Navid, Silver.

- Harper.
- Hey, Harper.

They sat you all the way back here?

How odd. I'm up front.

Probably so it's easier for me
to get to the podium

to accept all my awards. Ha, ha.

Oh, gotta go.

I wanna ask Mrs. Winrow
how the rewrite's going

on my Yale recommendation letter.

- Seriously, you have to take her down.
- I know. I have to.

Hello, everyone.
I am so please to welcome you all

to the West Beverly Hills High School
Achievement Awards.

- What's up, Dixon?
- Thought you'd be at the awards

- with Silver.
- Yeah, she sort of nixed that.

Hey, Dixon,
can you check out the speakers?

There's some reverb on my mike

and I'm worried I sound too much
like Katharine Hepburn.

All right. I got you, man. No problem.

- Hey.
- Hey.

All right. Uh, be right back.

Extra Katharine Hepburn
coming up, sir.

Sorry, I, um...

I don't wanna
make you uncomfortable.

You don't make me uncomfortable.
I'm fine.

It's all fine.

Ugh. Beck? Really?

Look, if I don't open the Undies
with "Loser," I'm a fool.

But seriously,
how can you not like Beck?

I don't know,
he just skeeves me out.

Okay? Doesn't he believe in thetans
and that psychiatry kills?

It's just weird. And he never ages.

Have you noticed that?
He never ages.

Whatever. I think he's a genius.

Yeah, and he's skeevie.

- Genius.
- Skeevie.

Okay, okay, fine. Oscar, come here.

- I'm getting a second opinion.
- You know what? Forget it.

Dixon, you're the DJ.
Do whatever you want.

No, no, no. Oscar, we need you
to settle a debate here.

Beck's "Loser"
to kick off the Undies?

Genius? Not genius?

You know,
since I've never been to the Undies

I don't think I'm qualified
to answer that.

Everything okay?

Just glad to be alive.

Barely made it here. Don't think
I'm gonna get used to driving

on the wrong side of the road.

Ha-ha-ha. It's you guys
who drive on the wrong side.

You two should have carpooled.
Keep this menace off the road, huh?

Heh. Uh...

Yeah. No, Oscar doesn't
live at my house anymore.

What?

Yeah, I just, um,
felt like getting my own place.

- You know, I needed some space.
- Don't lie.

You wanted to be able
to bring girls home, huh?

Right, of course. There is that.

Speaking of which, there is one girl
in particular that I've got my eye on.

So I'll see you two later.

Go do your thing, bro.

- Hey.
- Hmm.

- Why didn't you tell me he moved out?
- Uh, I don't know. I thought I did.

So, um, you start with Beck
and then what are you gonna do?

I'm feeling this track right here.

Hello.

Uh-huh.

Uh, you left this
in the principal's office.

Oh, thanks.

So I was thinking,
you and I should go out some time.

No thanks.

But it's nice to have my pen back.

- You don't have to play hard to get.
- No, I'm not playing. I am hard to get.

This doesn't do it for you?

No.

What about the accent?

Most of you Yankee birds go mad
for a bit of the old "chim-chim-charoo."

Ha-ha-ha. Come on. It's cute, right?

Actually, no,
your accent repulses me.

Every time you open your mouth,
I hear Mr. Cannon, whom I hate.

Oh, what, you mean the bloke
who claims to be from Chelsea

when he's really from Dagenham?

I'm offended.

- Well, what do you mean?
- Pardon the snobbery,

but heaven help me
if I sound like I'm from Dagenham.

No, what do you mean he claims to be
from Chelsea but he's not?

- You think he's lying.
- Absolutely.

And when I questioned him about it,
he got rather uncomfortable.

- He did?
- Mm.

What's he hiding?

- Hey.
- How are you?

Hey.

Welcome to the Undies.

All right, everybody, let's hear it.

Yeah!

The annual West Beverly
Underachievement Awards

honours the very best of the worst.

So for all of you disillusioned,
disenfranchised,

disinterested delinquents,

this is your time to shine.

- Ha, ha.
- Shut up and start!

Just settle down. Okay?
Don't get your panties in a twist.

Jeez, all right. If you could please
give a warm West Bev welcome

to my co-host in crime,

the Sonny to my Cher,
the Regis to my Kelly,

the Sweeney to my Todd,
Miss Annie Wilson.

Thank you, everyone.

And thank you, lan,
for that fabulous introduction.

Now, without any further ado,
the first award.

Drum roll, please.

The first underachievement award

for the most like to succeed
by marrying rich is...

Ashley Hammond. All right.
Congratulations, Ashley.

I have every confidence
that you will bag a billionaire. Okay?

Oh, wow, you certainly know how
to work what your mama gave you

for your 16th birthday.

This is such an honour.

I just wanna say thank you...

Thank you so much.
Wow, this is really an honour.

In the words of Archimedes:

"There are things
which seem incredible

to most men
who have not studied mathematics..."

I feel bad
missing Thomas' math speech.

No, we don't want another bar mitzvah
debacle. You should practise.

Oh, and as English achievement
award winner,

you'll undangle any stray participles?

Stop stalling. Let's hear it.

- Dreidel, dreidel, drei...
- Unh. Stop.

Okay, couldn't resist. Sorry.
Here we go, for real.

- First...
- Sorry, Dad, it's not my fault.

- Whose fault is it then?
- I don't know.

I don't have to remind you that your
older brothers swept these awards.

I don't know
why I didn't win English.

Probably because Silver's related
to a faculty member.

I'm going to win the leadership award,
don't worry.

That's the only one that really counts.
That comes with scholarship money.

Well, you better get it.

Otherwise, you'll be slinging shoes
at the Beverly Center after graduation.

Stop. That's not gonna happen.

- Thank you.
- I'm going to win it. I will.

You better get back inside.
It doesn't look good to miss awards.

And the Undies
for worst attendance goes to...

Dan Lee.

Dan? Dan, are you here?

Wow, that is a commitment
to truancy.

All right, my hat's off to you, Dan,
wherever you are.

This is crazy. Who is gonna buy
handbags at a party?

Well, I've presold six.

- Really?
- Yeah, for 300 bucks a piece.

- Oh.
- You thought I was just a pretty face.

I am gonna go distro.
I'll meet you back here.

- Don't let these out of your sight.
- Yeah, fine. Just hurry up.

I don't want to be holding purses.

Why? You look adorable.

And you're manly enough
to pull it off.

What's with the purses?

Laura's got a business.

- Don't ask.
- Dude, just quit.

- It's good money.
- I'll lend you some cash.

- No, I don't want a handout.
- Gotcha.

And now, the award
for least school spirit goes to...

The man with the fabulous purses,
Liam Court.

Liam Court, everyone. Come on.

Go get them, big guy.

Thank you.
And now, for our final award,

the coveted
Jonas P. Whitman Leadership Award.

Past recipients have gone on
to prestigious universities

and even more prestigious careers.

And I have no doubt that this year's
winner will do the same.

So without further preamble,
this year's leadership award goes to...

You got this, bar mitzvah boy.

- Harper Bergman.
- Oh, my gosh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- I don't believe it.
- Yeah, it sucks.

It's okay. We're very proud of you.

Absolutely. To get this far,
that's a great honour.

Ha, ha. Thanks.

Wow, heh, I'm just so incredibly
honoured and humbled.

I'd like to give a little shout out
to my competition.

Navid, you really put up
a good fight, comrade.

But good
just doesn't cut the mustard.

Really, I didn't think
I was going to win

but I prepared a little speech
just in case.

Ahem. To begin with,
I wish to take this time to thank...

There's an antique cannon auction
next Saturday

at the Essex Museum
of ancient weaponry.

- Does that help?
- No, Oscar, it doesn't.

Try "Miles Cannon,
Dagenham, Chester School."

Hmm, sorry.
It appears we've hit a dead end.

If you told me what this is all about

then maybe I could help you
narrow your search.

Try "teacher, sex offender,
Dagenham."

Harvard has great classics.
Yale has great drama.

Stanford has great weather. Ha, ha.
I just wish they could combine them all

and make Harper College just for me.
Ha-ha-ha.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- Ready to go?

If I hear anymore, I'm gonna
gouge her eyes out with this.

Yeah, let's roll. Maybe we can catch
the end of the Undies.

Navid? Hey, what happened?

- With what?
- Why would you take yourself

out of the running
for the leadership award?

Uh...

Well, I realised that Harper
deserved it more than I did.

Anyways, uh, we're late for a thing.

Have a good night, Miss Nowack,
and, uh, thanks for the chicken.

Good night.

- Navid.
- So, uh, who do you think, uh,

- cleaned up the Undies?
- You thought she deserved it?

- Seriously?
- Yeah, she's in charge of yearbook.

She's on student government.

She did move up the ceremony
so we could use it on our college apps.

And after hearing her dad lay into her,
you felt bad?

Well, I have a lot, you know.

Great family. Great friends.

Great looks.

No, I have enough.
I don't need any award.

You're a good guy. You know that?

- Yeah. Well, whatever.
- No, not whatever.

Seriously good.

Uh...

Wait, is "seriously good"
proper English?

- Shut up.
- I'm just saying.

The achievement award
hasn't been engraved yet. Ha, ha.

Among us losers, there are winners.

If you won an Undies award tonight
please raise it proudly in the air.

Yes, air that dirty laundry, people.

You know, those other kids
at the achievement awards,

they may have brains and drive
and ambition,

but at the end of the day,
we'll get farther in life,

because we're hotter than they are.

Good night, everyone.

Uh-oh. Ha, ha.

Mr. Big Time Tennis Star is here.

Don't bust us, tennis boy.

You know what?
Pass that over here.

I gotta say, their party, way better.

Yeah, but if a bunch of psychos
burst in here

and thr*aten to blow this place up,
unless we recite pi to ten digits, then...

...goodbye beach club.

Oh, hey, that's her.
That's the girl who hates me.

- Why does she hate you?
- I don't know.

I'm racking my brain trying
to figure out how I offended her.

Oh, my God.

What?

I know where I've seen her before.

Hey, nice purses.

Thank you.
It's a proud moment for me.

Uh, heh, I don't even wanna ask.

I'm guarding purses.

Uh, I'm no fashion guru but, uh, I don't
think anybody's gonna steal these.

Yeah, no kidding.

I hate my life.

Ha.

- What?
- Laura needs me outside.

She's having some kind
of purse emergency.

What the hell
is a purse emergency?

This is taking a while.

I think it's a good sign.

Thanks for your help.

No thanks necessary.

Dinner will suffice.

Still not gonna happen.

But you can have my pen
as a consolation prize.

I'm going to use this
to sign our marriage licence some day.

Uh-huh.

I've got good news finally.
It turns out you were right.

Mr. Cannon is Mr. Atherton.

And he's wanted in the U.K.

Oh, my God. That's great.
Um, what happens now?

Now, we put his extradition paperwork
into motion

then we arrest the son of a bitch.

Officer, I'm so sorry.
I was just in such a hurry.

I know I was speeding,

but is there any way
I can dance my way out of this ticket?

Is that the same person?

Yeah, looks like the same girl to me.

See, I knew I recognised her.

And congratulations.

You're a true p*rn connoisseur.

No, it was a long summer.

Ade was out of town.

So, yeah,
I snuck into my dad's office

- and uploaded a few movies.
- No explanation necessary. It's okay.

No, it's not okay, Silver.

Don't you get it?
That girl Kaitlyn is a junior,

which means my dad
put an underage girl in his movie.

- What?
- Bull crap.

We agreed to 3,000 not 2.

How do we know about the quality?

It's good, I swear.

- Who are these guys?
- We're customers.

Customers that are trying
to stiff me.

Ten purses, 3 grand.
That's the price.

- Maybe we won't pay the price.
- Well, you'll have to.

Okay, everybody, let's calm down.

We're talking about purses here.

No, I don't think it's worth 3 grand.

No.

Eh...

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell, man?

Not bad.

No kidding.

So 3 grand?

I'm just saying
I think you were robbed, all right?

I think you have way less school spirit
than Liam.

I mean, do you even know
what the school mascot is?

It's that stupid cat.

See? See? I wish the voters
would have heard that.

- Mm.
- Come here.

Now, look. Um...

I don't wanna pressure you
into anything. All right?

And, you know, if you're not into it
just say, "Dixon, back off,"

and I'll back off, all right?

What?

Well, before everything happened
with Sasha,

I was gonna come over
and we were gonna, you know...

Right.

- I'm sorry. I shouldn't...
- No, it's cool.

No, no, no. It's not.

I was being a jerk, you know.

We gotta build up trust again.

You know, I lied to you

and you've always been honest
with me.

- Dixon...
- Look, I don't wanna rush things.

All right? Your first time, it's...

It's gotta be right.
So you can take as long as you want.

Dixon, when you broke up with me
I just felt so, so rejected...

- Baby, look, I know, I know.
- Will you let me finish?

I felt so rejected

and I went home

and Oscar was there.

And I slept with him.

Whoa, dude, slow down.
All right? We're not in a rush.

Yeah, I don't wanna die. I mean,

I kind of do but...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey, hey, hey! What the hell, man?

Unh. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

- You didn't drink before this, did you?
- No.

Fine, whatever.
I smoked a little weed.

- What?
- Relax. It was like an hour ago.

All right? I'm totally cool now.

- Pull over.
- I'm fine.

Pull over right now.

Dude, I'm not kidding.
Seriously, stop the car.

- You could have k*lled us, man.
- What is wrong with you?

- Calm down.
- No.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Nothing.

Hey, where you going?

- I'm gonna walk.
- Why?

Just leave me alone, okay?

I just wanna be left alone.

I cannot wait
to see the look on his face.

Are you guys sure
we should be here?

Hell yeah. I'm getting a sh*t of this jerk
in handcuffs for YouTube.

What's taking so long?

Well, maybe he's resisting arrest
and they're b*ating the crap out of him.

Wait.

Where is he?

Naomi, you shouldn't be here.
This is police business.

- Well, where is he? He's not here?
- He fled.

He packed up everything.
The place is totally cleaned out.

- I guess he knew something was up.
- So he could be anywhere.

We have an APB out on him.

If he pops up anywhere near here,
he'll be arrested.

He's gone.

Naomi, it's over.

You don't have to see him
ever again.

It's over.

He's gone.