Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin

Angela: I need help.

Sidney?

Corey?

Davie, please.

Davie?

Please.

Help me. Help me, please. Please.

Please, look at me. Please.

Sidney. Sidney. Sidney!

Sidney, please, look at me.

Please, I'm begging you.

Look at me, please. Please.

-Come on, Sid. -Davie, maybe we should--

We talked about this.

Please.

Okay, party people!

Grab those beers and steer because the time is now!

Twenty, 19, 18... -(crowd counting down)

17, 16, 15...

14, 13, 12...

-(record scratch) -(music stops)

: Can you see me now?!

Angela.

No! Don't!

-Imogen. -Hm?

Drink your milk.

-Milk with dinner is gross. -Oh, okay.

Your only source of calcium

can't be from Ben and Jerry's.

-(swallows) -Thank you.

Are you sure you're up for this, sweetie?

'Cause, you know, you could just burn her things.

-Like a backyard bonfire? -That is standard punishment

-for being a fair-weather friend. -(both chuckling)

And a stark raving crazy bitch.

Mom! The language.

-(knocks on door) -(sighs)

If you hear screams... call for help.

Greg's waiting in the car, so... I don't want any drama.

Me neither.

Hello, Karen.

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Hi, Miss Adams.

I've been busy.

Here. This was taped to your door.

Where's my stuff?

Imogen: Upstairs... in my room.

Karen: Fine.

Mom? Everything okay?

Yeah. Yes, yeah.

Just, um... flyer for a new restaurant in town.

You two, go on up.

You gave me that shirt, remember?

It's not like you can wear it anymore.

Karen, I told you.

I've told you. I didn't kiss Greg. He kissed me.

Shut up!

When are you gonna let it go?

Let it go?

You sucked my boyfriend's face at my fucking party.

You know what?

Forget it. You can keep all this stuff.

It's shit anyway.

Mom?

You look great, Mom.

What do you have, an eharmony date later?

Oh, you're funny.

What are we thinking for dinner?

Oh, I'm working late. It's Brian De Palma week.

We're showing "Body Double" and "Dressed to Kill."

Hm, well, you've been picking up

a lot of extra shifts lately.

Almost like... you don't wanna be at home.

Tabby: It's not that. I just wanna give Imogen

her space after...

what happened.

Listen, will you do me a favor

and just drop off the spare key at her house?

Under the mat.

Cleaners need to get in there

before I start showing it next week.

Imogen: Morning.

Morning, Imogen!

-You want some breakfast? -No.

I couldn't sleep last night, and inhaled a pint

of chocolate fudge brownie at, like, five in the morning.

I'll get some more after school.

All good.

Uh, s-school?

Are you sure, sweetie?

I have to do it, Miss Hayworth.

Even if it's just to distract myself.

Plus, if I miss too many more classes,

they'll make me repeat the year and my mom would hate that.

Would've... hated that.

In high school, I would've done anything for your mom.

And she would've done the same for me.

We can walk together.

Uh, Mom, do you have those keys?

Oh, you know what?

Don't worry about it. I-I'll do it later.

It's fine... really.

I was actually just looking for a picture

that I think must be at the house.

Did you know our moms were friends back in high school,

'cause I definitely didn't.

Me neither.

And my mom and I pretty much talked about everything.

-Though she did vague out about high school a bit. -Same.

Well, I think it's really fucking brave what you're doing.

Going back to the hellmouth that is Millwood High.

Are you nervous?

It'll probably be like

when everyone heard I was pregnant.

I'll be the teen tragedy of the week...

till some other kid whose life is even more

messed up than mine comes along.

It's okay... I'll do it.

Yeah.

And I'll come back for my picture another time.

Oh my god. It's spirit week?

Abandon hope, ye who enter here.

It's not too late to turn back.

No.

Gotta rip the Band-Aid off.

("Purge The Poison" by MARINA playing)

Come on. Don't make eye contact.

Karen: Imogen?

Oh my god.

I didn't think you'd be back this year at all.

How are you holding up?

You would know, Karen, if you weren't

such a narcissist and cared enough

to check in with her.

Get off my ass, Tabitha.

You weren't there, okay? I was.

It was traumatizing.

Look, anything you need...

you just let me know, 'kay?

'Kay.

Come on, Imogen. Let's go.

Wait.

One more thing.

People may be polite to you,

but trust me,

nobody wants your pregnant, tragic ass here.

Have a good first day back, 'kay?

Karen, why do you have to be a bitch

about literally everything?

Oh.

Karen's a giant walking macroaggression,

but there's safety in numbers.

You wanna sit together at lunch?

Yeah... for sure.

Cool, I'll meet you in the cafeteria,