Tell Me Lies

Maybe I fucked up with the LSAT because I'm burnt out.

- I don't understand. - Sorry. Miss,

your card was declined.

- Dad's card? - He must have cut it off.

- Oh, God! - You're a mess.

You wanna make peace with your brother while getting back together

with the girl who wrote the letter that ruined his life?

How are you so sure that Pippa wrote it?

I'm sorry I'm such a fuck-up.

I ruined my brother's life! I think there's something wrong with me.

Baird dropped Caitie's assault case against Chris.

They said that there wasn't enough evidence.

Fucking crazy how girls can just lie about shit like that.

Caitie wasn't lying. He did the exact same thing to me.

Oh, God.

This is really fucking bad. Your wife is right out there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. I love you.

Good morning, everyone.

This thing with you and Stephen, it's sick!

What about you, carrying this secret grudge against him?

I don't think I can do this anymore.

Do you think I am a bad person?

- Yes. - But you still loved me.

I know all of the worst things about you,

and I still love you.

- -

Oh!

What the fuck is this?

- What? - These texts from Stephen?

It w... It was...

It's a joke, Max. It was... It wasn't serious.

A joke?

Was he just up here, watching?

- What the fuck is wrong with you? - I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know what's wrong. I don't know.

- You don't know? - I don't know. I'm sorry.

- That's your answer? -

- This is disgusting. - Max, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Max.

I bet you still think you're the victim, don't you?

- - Max...

I'm throwing the bouquet at you.

Wait, no, I'll throw it at Diana.

As long as Lucy's not throwing the bouquet at Diana.

Right. That, uh, strong arm of mine.

You haven't changed at all.

Neither have you.

- -

I missed you.

Why?

We fit.

I have an exam in an hour.

Okay.

Yep.

I should get some work done.

I'll, uh, call you in a little bit.

Yeah, yeah.

- -

- -

- Hey, it's Pippa. - Fuck.

- -

Hey, this is Bree. Leave a message.

- -

Well, that's it.

Great work, everybody.

Hi.

Marianne was wearing my earrings.

Just meet me at the condo in an hour.

We need to talk.

Hi.

- Hey. - I'm so sorry that I didn't call.

I was just...

worried you wouldn't pick up.

So you ambushed me.

Here. Come in.

- How are you? - I'm okay.

How are you?

I'm not... I'm not okay.

I've spent the last few weeks just...

trying to convince myself that it was good that we broke up,

and I... it wasn't.

You were actually one of the best things that's happened to me

in a really long time,

and I completely fucked it up,

and I'm so sorry.

It's okay. You, uh, you don't have to get upset.

- It's fine. It's fine. - Yeah, I do, I do.

I'm just so much happier with you.

A-And not just happy, like, better. I'm better. I make better choices.

And you were right. You were completely right.

Everything you said, I-I was sabotaging everything.

And I was a dick. And I...

And I can be different now. I know I can be different.

You don't trust me though.

No, I do. I do trust you.

Yes, I do. I do. I promise you.

I wasn't... I wasn't letting myself trust you.

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

I miss you.

You do?

Yes, of course.

But...

what about Stephen?

Wh...

What about him?

I need to know that you're over him. I, I can't do this if

he's this constant thing just hovering above you.

He's not.

Look at me. Look at me.

I have so much clarity right now.

I-I promise you, I-I know exactly what I want.

I-I love you.

I love you.

Yeah, I love you.

I love you.

Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

- I missed feeling you. - Me, too.

Do you not wanna do this?

No, I do.

Hey. I'm gonna go downstairs for a sec,

but call if you need anything, okay?

Hey.

Is he okay?

Um, he says he's fine, but...

who knows?

He'll be here soon.

Are we gonna acknowledge what Lucy did last night?

She was just trying to help.

By lying about sexual assault?

- Look, I know you don't like her... - This isn't about me not liking her.

I just...

I just don't understand how you can be okay

with her doing something so fucked up.

Isn't that a little hypocritical?

You're talking about excusing fucked-up behavior

but you're dating a literal psychopath.

I guess we shouldn't comment on each other's relationships.

We don't actually know each other that well.

I mean, I didn't even know you were sleeping with Wrigley again.

Wh-Why do you care?

I don't.

Maybe I just don't understand any of this stuff.

You said it yourself, I'm not a girl's girl.

Maybe that's why I don't understand why your best friend

- would co-opt your fucking assault. - Well, at least Lucy gives a shit.

Look at how you are with Stephen.

I know you see through his shit, but you're with him anyway.

You don't care what Stephen does to other people.