90210

Previously on 90210...

You think just because you cheated on me, that you'll be able to walk out

of my new company? I own you.

We loved each other once.

If I could ask for one gift from you,

it'd be to stop torturing me.

You know, maybe we should skip the presents this year.

Megan,

about your-your dad and the accident...

I was in the other car. That's how I got hurt.

I thought you'd hate me.

Where is this coming from?

No talking.

I'd like to be our child's father.

That's really sweet, but it... it wasn't in the plan.

You can't ask him to give up the right to be a parent

to his own child, so unless you want

to take this seriously, we're gonna take you to court.

- They voted to fire me. - What?

Thanks to you not listening to me,

I have nothing and no one but you.

"I have to think. Went to the gamer conference in Iceland."

I get paid to protect you so you can have some semblance

- of a normal life. - I'm sorry.

I keep feeling like someone's lurking around, ready

to pounce. Guess someone's been watching me for months.

Now this creep wants money?

Make the drop, I'll videotape the whole thing.

It's the only way to find out who's doing this.

Vanessa? You're still alive?

That's who sent me the letter.

- I got to go see Vanessa. - I can't let you do that.

Well, if you didn't do anything to him,

then where the hell is Liam?

Have we calmed down enough to eat?

I'm sorry. I know this stings.

Uncuff me.

I told you, this is only temporary

until I can be 100% sure you're no longer in danger.

I am in danger now.

You have me shackled to a pipe!

For your own safety and protection.

You have a long history of trusting the wrong people, Liam.

You would be running back to Vanessa if I hadn't stopped you.

Now open up for oatmeal.

Until now, I thought Vanessa was dead.

Don't lie to me.

You were on your way to meet her with a backpack full of money.

She obviously has her hooks in you again.

She was blackmailing me. I just didn't know it was her!

And at what point did you tell the security officer assigned

for your protection that you were being blackmailed?

Liam, you need to trust me.

Well, see, you know what doesn't inspire trust?

A cop that knocks me out and ties me up!

I'm not just a cop.

I'm your biggest fan.

Tattoo guy didn't quite capture

those bedroom eyes, but it'll do.

I have to go run some errands.

Hopefully, your appetite will return when I do.

- Hey. - Hi.

Uh... wow.

- Are you hungry? - Mm.

Yes? I could whip up breakfast.

Oh.

Um, except I wasn't expecting company,

so I think all I have is frozen pizza.

Well, I happen to love pizza for breakfast.

- Perfect. - Yeah.

- You do heat it up, though, right? - Yeah?

Oh, yeah. For you, oh, yeah. Got you. Okay.

Dixon, we need to talk!

Um...

Megan, this is Ade.

Adrianna, this is Megan.

Seriously?

Yeah. I'll be right back.

Hey... we broke up,

so why are you barging into my house?

Okay, well, I thought we should discuss the new material

that you want me to sing at the label launch party tonight.

I didn't know you'd be so busy.

It's a song. What's there to discuss?

Um, I don't know. For starters, it's called "Scarlet a-drianna."

Dixon,

what happened with Taylor was a mistake.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

But you did.

Okay, that type of thing doesn't just go away.

Look, you signed a contract.

You have no choice.

I'm sorry.

Hey. Um, you know, sorry about that.

Hell hath no fury like an angry ex.

Wait. Uh, you going?

I should probably go.

Um, I'll... I'll see you around, Dixon.

W... wait. Uh...

I was gonna make pizza.

Hey. Got a second?

Actually, didn't know if I'd see you again after last night.

Yeah. Shane was a bit out of line.

It wasn't his place to say we should hire lawyers.

I am so happy to hear you say that.

But he's right.

Three months ago, you were fine just being the donor.

Well, my situation's changed,

and having a kid seems possible now.

I'm not trying to stop you from having

this child, but I want to be the father.

And if you can't accept that,

then we're gonna have to take it to court.

Is this just Shane talking?

This isn't Shane, this is me.

And you can't do anything without my consent.

Do you not understand how important this is to me?

Yeah, I do, because it's important to me, too.

But so is saving our friendship.

Silver, the mistake

we made was not going through the proper process.

I just think it's probably best that we only talk

through lawyers until we can come up with a compromise.

Ugh! I'm so glad you're home.

Me, too! I... I've just been

enjoying some me time since Max has been away on a conference.

Would you like an everything bagel?

I never get to eat them because Max is allergic to...

well, everything, and I love everything.

Bagel.

Okay, when you ramble like this, something's wrong.

Nothing's wrong.

No. I'm fine.

Max and I had a tiny little spat before he left,

but everything, including my little bagel, is just fine.

Well, I'm not fine. I'm pissed.

Dixon is sleeping with some girl to try to get under my skin.

Um, considering what you did with Taylor,

you're lucky he isn't using the Laker girls to get even.

And I mean all of them.

Yeah, okay. Well, sleeping

with a random girl isn't all that Dixon's doing.

For the past week, I have been like his puppet.

"Change your hair." "Dress sluttier."

"Sing a song about a whore."

Oh, my God, I love a good whore song.

I know what I did was truly awful,

but I'm already beating myself up over it.

I don't need his help.

Hey, you know what?

Stewing over a guy never did any girl any good.

I think we should take a drive along the coast today.

I wish.

It's Dixon's label launch party tonight.

- Hmm. - You know what?

And he's probably gonna use it as an opportunity

to torture me with that tramp.

Well, I just so happen to be lending my house to Dixon

for his little party, so he can lend me you.

We'll hit the open road, leave all our drama behind us.

It'll be like Thelma & Louise.

Minus the Grand Canyon suicide dive, of course.

Okay. I'm in.

And if we happen to find a young Brad Pitt on the way,

I will not complain.

I haven't had such a dramatic breakup

since Dewey Mitchell in the fifth grade.

Do you remember him?

He got so heartbroken, he vom'd on my notebook.

- Spewy Dewey! - Yes.

Oh, my God, and then we toilet-papered his house

to get back at him.

Oh, remember?

I slept over, and we crept into the neighbor lady's backyard

and went skinny-dipping in her pool.

Yeah, and she was supposed to be out of town,

and then the old bag came out of nowhere

and chased me down Roxbury Drive with a garden rake.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

You know, my guesthouse has been empty since Ivy left.

I'm just saying,

it would be a 24/seven slumber party if you moved in.

What? I would totally love that.

But don't you think you should maybe ask Max first?

Yeah. No, no. I mean, obviously, I will when we talk.

And he'll totally be cool with it.

He will love it.

Oh, Hot Springs.

Think we're a little overdue for that skinny-dip.

What do you say?

I think, in honor of my crazy neighbor and her rake...

I'm in. Let's do it.

Liam's not here.

His bed hasn't even been slept in.

If you've done something to him, I swear to God...

Didn't that priest you ruined teach you

it's not polite to swear?

This isn't funny.

Okay, Liam's disappeared, and I know you're behind it.