Big Little Lies

Get up.

Celeste, you're fine.

Oh...

Hey.

Uh... Hey.

Hey, you just got the wind knocked out of you.

Mom, we got to go.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, Mommy isn't feeling well today,

so I'm going to take you guys to school.

What's wrong with her?

Her tummy's a little upset.

She's... she's okay.

But that means that the monster will take you to school instead.

I'll be right down, guys.

I'm sorry, Sparkles.

The only mystery to me is why all the damn questions?

I mean, you know who did it, for God's sake.

Chloe, there's a zero-tolerance policy on tardiness, young lady.

- Let's go. - Coming, woman.

Get your butt over here.

Well, she still has yet to launch it.

That's a good sign.

Abigail... there's no sign of a launch on her Facebook page.

So you're Facebook stalking her after you got up on your Clydesdale about it?

What exactly did you say to her, anyway?

Common sense... I said live right or go straight to hell.

Are you having your period?

Get in the car.

Are you?

Are you trying to be funny?

Trying to be serious. What is going on with you?

I have to get her to school.

You sure it was Tori?

Does she drive a gray Saturn?

She was just driving slowly by your house?

Clearly she knows about us, Joseph.

First of all, she flat-out accuses me,

and now she's going all Glenn Close?

She suspects, she doesn't know.

I did a good job of denying it.

Not that my capacity for denial would be a fraction of yours.

Yeah, well, I'm busy.

- The thing about you, Madeline, is that... - The thing about me?

Let me finish!

Central to your core is your grossly,

if not artificially inflated, sense of moral integrity.

For you to be fucking me for three months

- like a mad hyena in heat... - How dare you speak to me like that?

...could only mean that, yes, not only were you in love with me,

you had the best sex of your life.

You've gone so far in the direction of wrong.

Oh, yeah? Then why are you here?

You could've called me.

What, you wanna fuck me again? Let's do it.

There's no one in the building.

On the couch, come on. Me and you.

What, you think you own this town 'cause you have money,

you self-entitled rich bitch?

Just get the fuck out of my office!

I'll see you at the party tonight.

Tsk, oh, God.

Don't touch me, please. Just...

I got the apartment.

Are you in it?

Is the refrigerator stocked?

You going to leave him?

He's going away in the morning, so...

Okay.

We just have to go to the school gala tonight and...

Oh, Jesus.

It's one thing should he kill you,

but God forbid you miss a party.

You know, your husband is ill, Celeste, but so are you.

There are... children in the house.

I told you, he will not hurt the children.

He will never hurt the children.

God!

It's all right, I'm fine.

- Yeah, I sent the invoice - 12 days ago.

Great, I appreciate it. Thank you so much.

Bye.

How's it looking?

98.6.

It doesn't get more normal than that.

All right, buddy, tell me what's going on.

You've had two bowls of cereal,

you're watching cartoons, you don't have a fever.

Do you actually feel sick

or do you just not want to go to school?

I feel sick.

You don't sound congested.

I have aches.

Is it possible your heart aches

'cause the other kids were told not to play with you?

'Cause I would certainly understand that.

Friends play with me.

Josh, Chloe, Skye, Amabella.

Amabella Klein plays with you?

Yeah, we're friends. She likes Star Wars, too.

It's not me who hurts her.

I know, baby.

Do you know who is hurting her?

Who is it?

I don't like to talk about it.

Well, you don't have a choice. You have to talk about it.

Tell me who it is.

I promised.

Look, sometimes it is important

to keep promises, but other times...

- No, I promised. - Who did you promise?

I promised Amabella.

You've known all of this time and you've just been taking the blame?

I only just found out.

Who is it?

She said if I told, she might get killed dead.

She...

Okay.

You promised her you wouldn't say anything, right?

But you can still point.

Right?

You point and show me who it is...

and I promise you Amabella will not get killed dead.

Who is it?

Ziggy, look at me.

Amabella has been a really good friend to you, right?

Yeah.

It's our turn to be a good friend to her.

It's not fair that she keeps getting hurt.

We have to protect her, right?

Ziggy, point to who it is.

- Really? - I don't know what to do.

Well, you have to tell Celeste.

She's going to want to hear it directly from you.

Honesty is always the best policy, that's what I...

I mean, I knew the boys roughhouse a lot,

but I didn't know they were bullies.

- It was only Max. - Hey.

Ziggy was very clear about that.

Are you so relieved about Ziggy?

Yeah. - Hi, sorry... to interrupt.

Hi, Madeline.

Jane, Gordon Klein, Renata's husband.

- We met at the school that day. - Yeah, of course.

I'm wondering if we might have a private conversation

just for a second.

- Sure. - Yeah?

Well, I'm feeling a little excluded.

We're in the middle of a conversation.

Okay. Actually, no, that's good.

You need to hear this since the two of you seem to be making quite the little team.

Look, Jane, whether or not Ziggy is the one who's been hurting Amabella,

- you're the one who... - Actually, there's...

...you're the one who attacked my wife.

Now, please understand that if you ever go near Renata again,

I'll be taking a restraining order...

- All right, all right. - Gordon, that's enough.

I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Tom, Tom. We're just talking. Everything is fine.

No, no, everything's not fine. I can't have you in here harassing my customers.

Now, I'm asking you politely, please.

- I don't think you have the right... - Please go.

I don't think you have the right to remove me from the premises.

I'm not interested in your legal advice.

Just go, Gordon.

Just remember what I said, okay?

Mm-hmm.

- Okay? - Yes.

- Madeline. - Look, I'm sure I'll see you some other time,

just not today, okay?

You just lost yourself a lot of customers, my friend.

Unbelievable.

I'm so sorry.

That was really impressive.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

You're a real prince, Tom. I would've told him to go fuck himself.

But I don't talk like that.

All right, I'm off to transform myself into My Fair Lady.

- Call Celeste, okay? - I will.

- Bye, Tom. - Bye.

You know, uh, I've actually been

trying to figure out a way to impress you for a while now.

I just haven't had my chance.

You... you're straight?

What?

How was your day, baby-cakes?

Well, TGIF.

Ugh, you're telling me.

I was either starting fights today or joining in.

Hey, Maddie!

Hey.

Are you ready for Trivia Night tonight? You're coming, I presume.

Yeah, I'll be the one dressed as Audrey Hepburn.

That's funny.

Listen, um, Bonnie and I went to see a counselor today,

one that specializes in teenagers.

And I just wanted to share something with you.

Wait a second, you went to see a counselor?

Yeah.