Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin (2022) s01e07 Episode Script

Coast is clear.
Just you and me.
Oh my god!
- Angela, what are you doing?!
- N-Nothing.
Did you see that, Davie?
How she attacked me?
Ew.
Well, don't think you can
come on to me next, Xena.
Come on, Dee. We're
gonna do the bumper cars.
Faran texted us.
- Her mom got discharged.
- Oh, thank the Lord.
Tabby
at school tomorrow,
we're gonna have to tell the girls
about our trip to Rosewood.
You mean about
- Angela and how she was
- Sexually assaulted.
Yes which makes me wonder
if we're also gonna tell them about
What happened to us.
What do you think?
Tabs, imagine the stigma
not just on me, but on my baby.
Imogen, you don't have to explain.
I thought about going to
the police, but didn't.
Maybe I'd go now if it
wasn't for Sheriff Beasley
being basically the Slender Man.
There's a female officer.
Deputy Maroon, who showed up
when I called 911 for my mom.
She was nice and understanding.
Could she be an option
for you to talk to?
Maybe.
What inspires me are
When I meet someone
Morning, Mom.
Need anything before I go to school?
I'm good.
Where's Dad?
At the garage
getting my brakes checked.
Not that they'll find
anything wrong with them.
Despite what I told him,
they're not the reason I crashed.
- Why did you
- Why do you think?
I couldn't think straight,
let alone see straight,
after that diva stunt you pulled.
Nothing to say?
Because you had plenty
to say with that picture.
So, come on. It's just you and me now
and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.
Fact.
You scarred me, Mom.
Literally and figuratively.
- I was in pain for years.
- Growing pains.
And what dancer doesn't
feel pain every now and then?
I
I stand by what I did.
You have to admit,
the fact that all of our mothers
visited Mrs. Waters at the sanitarium
confirms a lot of guilt.
From all of them.
But if A is avenging Angela
because she was raped
and that's why Angela killed herself
Then why is A targeting us?
Why isn't he going after her rapist?
And not to logic-police the psycho,
but why kill Karen?
Don't forget that.
- Clearly, we are missing something.
- Yeah, like who the fuck A is.
But what about Sheriff Beasley?
He went to school with our moms
and Angela.
Would Sheriff Beasley
kill his own daughter?
He loved Karen.
True but he has demons.
- Demons like?
- Like, I caught him getting a blowie
from one of the boys I was
going to community service with.
Come again?
So, let's definitely
keep him as a suspect.
Uh, what about your manager, Tabby?
Wes? A?
What about Angela's dad?
We don't know anything about
him. He could still be around.
It's crazy that we know all this stuff
and-and we can't tell anyone.
Unless we can.
No. A's still keeping tabs on us.
First, how's your mother doing?
She'll be in a cast for six weeks,
but then she'll be fine.
Excellent.
Well, she will be thrilled to hear
that you're dancing Giselle
for me next semester.
- Giselle really?
- You're ready.
Madame Giry, thank you.
You should also know
Kelly Beasley withdrew from
dance class this morning.
Kelly.
Hey.
- Can we talk?
- Oh, so now you think I'm Kelly?
That's a relief. What convinced you?
Was it my screams or my tears?
What are you talking about?
Right, now comes the
part where you pretend
that you didn't get your
boyfriend to terrorize me.
Or was it someone else under that mask?
Kelly, did something happen to you?
Is that why you, you quit "Swan Lake,"
why you're quitting dance class?
You made your point
pretty clear, I think.
You know, with the knife?
Wait.
Did someone
Did someone try to stab you?
I should have my father arrest you.
Talk to me again
and maybe I still will.
What if I accidentally set A on Kelly?
Maybe he thought she
was Karen, like I did.
Or maybe it's because
Kelly's a bully, just
like her sister was.
God Everyone else at this school
gets to have fun and go to the carnival,
and here we are dealing with this shit.
Actually I'm going.
Henry got us tickets.
- You are?
- Fuck it. Me too, then.
- Fuck A.
- Agreed. We gotta live.
A is not going anywhere,
that's for sure.
This week, as a part of health class,
each of you will pair up
with a partner to take care
of an infant simulator.
From this moment on,
for the rest of the week,
you are all mommies and daddies.
On top of everything else.
Hey.
Uh, wanna team up?
Okay, sure.
- Tag-team or trade-off?
- Trade-off.
I'll watch it tonight.
Cool.
For your final assignment
of the semester,
you'll all be working individually
to write, direct, and edit a short film
based on some aspect of your life.
Something meaningful
and important to you.
A story only you could tell.
How do you feel about rollercoasters?
'Cause I was thinking
maybe we could go to
the carnival together.
Sounds amazing,
but my moms would never let me go.
What's bad about a carnival?
Nothing.
It's what happened
to me the last time
I was at the carnival.
I was five years old.
I had wandered off from my moms
outside the carnival,
when a man came up to me,
offering me some cotton cand,
and then he started leading me away.
But I wasn't scared.
At least, not until I saw my moms.
They looked terrified.
Mouse!
Then they saw me.
And the guy ran off, left me there.
They never caught him.
Who was he?
A stranger.
Now every year,
we go out of town
during carnival weekend.
Mouse, I'm so sorry
you went through that.
All right, all right, let's go, let's go!
Come on! Pick it up!
Pick up that pace! Keep that pace!
Work! Push, push, push!
Take five.
Noa.
How ya doin'? Are you
getting enough rest?
How's your diet?
Uh, not great, to be honest.
My mom just got
a job at Pinball Pizza,
so it's been a lot
of pepperoni recently.
I have a trainer I want you to meet.
I bet he could get
you where you wanna be.
Thanks, Coach D.
Hey!
Are you okay? What was that?
Nothing. A twinge. I'm fine.
Where's the pain?
My back.
When did the pain start?
Stop for a sec.
I've had it on and off for years.
Eight years.
You've been dancing with
pain for eight years?
Since your surgery?
Everyone thinks I outgrew it.
Most of the time, it's manageable,
but every so often I have a flare.
And then what?
I take Epsom salt baths and ice.
And if it gets really bad, I
I get cortisone shots at the clinic.
I'm dealing with it, Henry.
I've been dealing with it.
- You think so?
- Yeah, she's really gonna like it.
I think so. I mean,
they're two of my favorites,
so, like, I know, obviously.
Hey, Tabs. Check it out.
So, I know
what our next double feature should be.
- You ready?
- Sure, Wes. What movies?
"Last House on the Left"
directed by Wes Craven,
and its unlikely inspiration:
"Virgin Spring," directed by Bergman.
Grindhouse meets arthouse.
What do you think?
I-I think both of those movies
depict incredibly graphic rape scenes.
I think you're missing the point.
- Okay, which is?
- That, yes, these movies are violent,
but they're also highly moral.
Moral?
- In what universe?
- Uh, look, you have to look at them
as products of their respective times.
"Virgin Spring," for example,
was based on the old folktale
Tabby? Tabs? What's goin' on?
Where, where, where'd you go?
Uh, look, it's good that you're
thinking about these things,
but if you're gonna go to film school,
you gotta have critical distance, too.
My problem with these movies
isn't the fact that they exist.
It's that they're venerated
by you two bozos who have
zero idea what they're actually
saying about sexual violence.
Do you have any idea what it's like
to watch those scenes as a woman?
I mean, did our "Psycho" project
teach you nothing about trauma
and the female body, Chip?
Guess not.
Whatever. Program your
double feature of misogyny.
Taking my break.
Gonna go work on my project.
Oh my god! Leave me
the fuck alone, Steve!
-
- Bingo, dickhead.
- It's okay. Okay, so it's okay.
- Here, uh, let me take her.
Oh! Okay.
Oh my god! What did you do?
- She needed to be burped, is all.
- Oh, thank you.
Imogen, this might not be the right
moment to ask the question, but
are you planning on keeping the baby?
Your baby?
I
I don't know.
Imogen, you're 16.
You have so much ahead of you.
I want you to understand your options.
Have you considered adoption?
Uh, it's it crossed my mind.
Nurse Simmons mentioned it to me.
I have the name of an agency.
Can I make you an appointment?
Yeah.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Bell.
- Mm-hm.
Could you do me a huge favor
and watch this fake baby?
Thirty seconds. I just
I really have to pee.
Fine, but hurry.
- You're the best, Mrs. Bell.
- Mm-hm.
Mrs. Edmunson, what's
wrong with Timmy this time?
Oh.
Mm-hm.
Mrs. Bell where's my baby?
I didn't touch it.
Excuse me.
Excuse me?
- Chip? Chip!
- Yeah Hey.
Someone stole the baby.
What? Hey, no. It's-it's okay.
It's okay. We'll, we'll, we'll find it.
Her. Clarice. I named her.
Oh god. Where could she have gone?
Maybe, we just
have to give it a minute to get quiet.
Chip
if I lost that baby, I will
be even more pathetic
- You're not pathetic, Imogen.
- Than I already am.
- Wait, you hear that?
- Clarice crying.
Come on.
You look in there.
No.
Oh.
- Oh, thank god.
- See? It's just a prank.
Probably one of the jocks.
Maybe Greg or
Someone's just fuckin' with you, Imogen.
Yeah.
Sure. Someone.
Chip
maybe we should
tag-team this assignment.
- Would that be okay?
- Of course.
In that case, could you give me a ride
to this adoption agency after school?
Sure.
Now, is this for the
My real baby.
- Not the fake one.
- Gotcha.
Don't be angry at Henry.
When I was in my 20s,
halfway through a
performance of "La Sylphide,"
I broke my ankle.
What did you do?
Wrapped it in an ACE bandage.
And the next day,
I took a sabbatical
from ABT for three months
because I couldn't put the
slightest pressure on my ankle.
There's a doctor I send
some of my older dancers to.
I'd like you to go see him.
Look, you can be pissed
at me if you want,
- but
- I'm not pissed at you, Henry.
I know why you said what you said.
But it was messed up that you
just blurted out my business like that.
I'm sorry about that,
but I'm not sorry that
you're gonna get checked out.
Speaking of that
you're coming to Giry's
specialist with me.
- It's the least you can do.
- Definitely.
Well, I'll be damned. Tabitha Haworthe.
I've been meaning to
call you in. Come with me.
Actually, I'm waiting for Deputy Maroon.
That wasn't a request, Ms. Haworthe.
You and Tyler Marchand were friends?
Uh, definitely not.
Are you aware that Tyler hasn't
been seen since Halloween night?
I don't really run in
the same circles as Tyler.
I'm curious.
The last time anyone
saw Tyler, he was at a
house party, hosted by
you and your friends,
full of underage drinking.
A witness reported seeing
Tyler in a heated argument
with you.
An argument that ended in violence.
He was harassing one of my friends.
So, you assaulted him?
I was protecting my friend from Tyler,
who was being belligerent
and inappropriate with her.
And I haven't seen him since that night.
Sorry I can't be more helpful,
but I'm sure he's fine.
Guys like Tyler are always
fine in towns like Millwood
and with guys like you
looking out for them.
Now, I gotta go.
Ms. Haworthe
what are you even doing in my station?
I was here to pay one of
my mom's parking tickets,
but I just realized I forgot it.
I'll check in with Deputy Maroon later.
I had considered keeping my baby
but circumstances
have changed, and now I'm
exploring all possibilities.
That makes a lot of sense,
and I can talk you
through some scenarios.
And I'm assuming since you're here,
you're also in support
of adoption as an option?
- Oh No, he's not
- 100% supportive
of whatever Imogen decides
is best for the baby.
Chip, why did you do that in there?
- Pretend to be the dad?
- I don't know.
Felt like you needed some support.
I did.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Yeah, don't mention it.
And you don't have to tell
me who the real dad is.
That's nobody's business but yours.
Hey, you hungry?
You wanna grab a bite?
You're kidding.
- "Waterworld 2"?
- It is the sequel the world needs.
- Is it, though?
- I thought so.
Anyway, so I busted my dad's camcorder
at the Millwood Community Pool. Yeah.
And he said if I wanted any more,
I'd have to buy it myself,
- so cut to The Orpheum.
- Mm.
Is that where you and Tabby bonded?
Yeah, there's so much
downtime between movies
- just to talk, and hang, and
- Mm.
Hey, question, um
do you think babies like carnivals?
Dad's workin' late.
Where have you been?
Rehearsing something new?
- Already?
- No, Mom.
I went to another doctor,
Giry recommended.
Why would you go see them?
Because I have chronic pain.
I've lived with chronic
pain since the surgery
you forced me to have
when I was eight years old,
which Giry's doctor
said was a huge mistake.
I have to do physical
therapy three times a week,
and start wearing a
brace as soon as possible,
and I
have to stop dancing.
- For how long?
- Six months, at least.
If you were in pain,
you should have said something.
Are you for real?
I did
over and over, dozens of times.
You just didn't wanna hear me.
But hear this, Mom
I'm not gonna let your poor decisions
affect the rest of my life.
I'm going to get better the right way.
You have good knee drive,
strong turnover, but I think I know
- what your problem is.
- Pizza.
- Too much pepperoni.
- Well, maybe,
but also, you're struggling
with shortness of breath,
so I'm gonna give you an inhaler.
But I don't have asthma.
No, you have
cardiovascular shortcomings,
and this will help.
Take two hits daily before practice.
You'll notice a difference
right off the bat.
What I'd recommend is the Gen4.
You're looking at Bluetooth connectivity
and a significantly
quieter motor than the Gen3.
What about tracking devices?
Do you sell those?
You know, to stalk people?
Will you excuse us a moment?
You're crossing a line.
This is my place of employment.
And you showed up at my school.
You won't stop calling or texting.
I tried to be nice. I
tried to be understanding.
But now I'm pissed.
Stop fucking with me, Steve
or I'll dox your ass.
That's right. I know
everything about you.
What would your, uh, coworkers think
if I told them that
you've been harassing me?
And I know all about you, too. Yeah.
I know why you do what you do
reach out to parents who've lost kids.
You were almost snatched once.
- How do you know that?
- From your mother.
Elodie right?
We're in a support group at the
community center in Summerville
for parents who have
lost their children.
She showed us your picture
once. When you popped up
- online, I recognized you.
- But I
wasn't taken.
Does she say that I was?
- That doesn't make any sense.
- Does what you do make any sense?
When?
When does this group meet?
Every other Tuesday.
See, that's impossible.
My mom has her book club
on Tuesdays in
Oh my god.
Never again.
Hey, for the carnival tomorrow,
what do you think about
goin' with some of the guys?
From football? Sure.
- Oh, hey, how'd it go with Beau?
- Wait.
Do you know him?
Not personally, but
Greg's worked out with him,
Tyler, some of the other guys.
- They say he's awesome.
- Um.
Yeah, he, um, he gave me this inhaler
to help me out.
- I'm not sure how I feel about it.
- It's an inhaler, Noa.
Some might say it's doping, Shawn.
Beau's hooked up some of
the guys with inhalers.
- Are you using an inhaler?
- No.
All right, I'm, I'm
100% all-natural talent.
But there's nothing wrong
with getting a little extra boost
to help you be the best
version of yourself.
- Is that for your book club?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.
And is your book club
for all ages or just adults?
- Just adults.
- Hm.
Mom, Ash asked me out
to the carnival.
I'm gonna go.
What about our tradition?
We already booked the
cabin for the weekend.
Then you and Mom go
and I'll go to the carnival
with Ash and my friends,
and everything will be fine.
What if he's there, Mouse?
The man who tried to take me?
Was he a stranger like you said, Mom?
Yes.
As far as we all know, a total stranger.
Mm. In that case, he's long gone,
and there's nothing to worry about.
Where's your fake baby?
Chip took Clarice for the night.
Excellent name and intruiging re: Chip.
He went with me to the adoption agency.
Then we got pizza.
- Okay?
- And then, uh
he asked me to the carnival,
- but I wanted to check with you first.
- Hang on.
Imogen
are you crushing on Chip?
- What?
- Hm?
God, no. No, I
I mean, he's cute,
but def-definitely not
if it would be even a
little bit weird for you.
- For me?
- Mm-hm.
No! No, Chip is just a friend.
- Okay. If you're sure.
- Yeah.
- And you think he's a good guy?
- Yes, Chip's the best.
If you wanna go to the carnival
with him, you absolutely should.
- Would you come with us?
- Mm, I already have a date.
My mom got us tickets.
You too, but obviously
you should go with Chip.
Okay.
- I'll text him.
- Okay.
Oh, uh, hey
How'd it go at the station?
Sorry, I should've asked that first.
It didn't. Had a run-in
with Sheriff Slender Man.
Ugh.
- Are you okay?
- Totally.
But I was thinking I might
talk to Nurse Simmons?
You like her, right?
Yeah, actually. She's great.
- Morning.
- Where's Mom?
She went for a walk.
What's going on?
She canceled our trip to the mountains.
She
She's never gonna let this go, is she?
No. No, I don't think she is.
Mouse
I don't know how long I can
keep doing this with her.
I have tried to get her to move on,
to not let what happened define us.
But you, you have to live your life,
and so do we.
What can I do for you, Tabby?
I uh
was hoping to talk to you about
a health-related matter
that happened to me
a few months ago.
And is this an ongoing condition?
Not really. It was more an
Wait, you're having a-a blood drive?
Yes.
Right before Thanksgiving.
And who, exactly, gives blood?
As many students
as I can get my hands on.
The carousel?
That's your favorite ride?
Hey, now.
All good.
I'm just glad your mom changed her
mind and let you out of the house.
Yeah, me too.
Not that I gave her much choice,
and I still need her
to get real with me.
But in the meantime, I'm gonna have fun
at the carnival with my boyfriend.
Your boyfriend?
- Oh, I kinda wanna die now.
- Mouse
I would love to be your boyfriend.
I'm so happy we're doing this.
It's been a while since we've
had some mother-daughter time.
- Just the two of us.
- Agreed. It's nice, Mom.
Very "Mermaids" of us.
So, tell me
did ya figure out what
your short's gonna be?
I think so.
There's a story I've
been wanting to tell,
- a personal one.
- Now I'm really curious.
Do I get to hear what it is,
or will that upset your process,
Ms. Scorsese?
No, no. I I wanna tell you.
Dude, look at you!
So, you were saying, about your movie?
A-Actually, Mom, maybe it is too soon
for me to share.
Okay.
Well, I'm here, whenever you're ready.
- Ooh, you wanna try the bumper cars?
- For sure.
I know.
Why don't we play cornhole,
like we used to?
We played that when there
was four of us, Martha.
Two teams of two.
Doesn't make much sense
to play it now, does it?
Right, because I'm not enough.
Bobbing for apples, then.
- As requested.
- Ah.
Thanks, Chip.
Sorry I can't get on any rides.
Probably should've said
that when you asked me.
- I didn't even think
- It is all good.
Most rides make me
wanna throw up anyway.
Even the teacups.
Uh, Imogen
would you ever want to, uh ?
I don't think so.
Yeah. Yeah, totally. I-I get it.
No I'm pretty sure you don't.
No, no, I do.
I spend all of my time
watching weird, esoteric
movies in my basement.
The past three years, I've
been crushing on my best friend,
even though I've always sort of
known it was never gonna happen.
- I'm not boyfriend material.
- That's not it
at all.
- But my reality
- I like you, Imogen.
More and more, you you are a badass.
And any guy would just
be so lucky to
Whoa.
I like you, too, Chip.
Watch your step, please.
You've been quiet.
What's on your mind?
God.
It's my mom, and that
doctor visit, and Giselle.
I'm sorry.
I asked you to the carnival
'cause I thought it would
distract you, cheer ya up.
And it has! Look, I'm smiling.
I fucked up.
If I hadn't gone to Giry,
she wouldn't have sent
you to that doctor.
You wouldn't be getting another brace.
- You'd still be dancing
- Henry
I'm upset at the
situation, but not at you.
You saw that I was hurting,
and you did something about it.
And as far as dancing goes,
don't worry about that.
I'm going to dance again.
Better for me to take steps to fix
what's wrong with me now
before it gets worse.
You're gonna do it, Faran.
And I am gonna be there
laying roses at your feet
your first performance at ABT.
Why don't we, uh, go
find a little place to go?
Yo assholes, do you
not see us standing here?
No, we do.
What the hell are you
doin' in Millwood anyway?
- You checkin' out the competition?
- What competition?
Far as I know, you guys
have never won a game.
What the fuck are the
Steppenwolves, anyway?
Like that band my dad listens to?
- They're wolves, dumbass.
- Shawn.
So get the fuck outta
here and out of our faces.
- Babe, can you not?
- Yeah, babe.
Save it for the Turkey Bowl.
All right, that's it.
Let's do this, bitch.
Back the fuck up before I call the cops!
And believe me, I got
the sheriff on speed dial.
Fuck this. Let's go.
Yeah, you better run, pussies!
A fight?
Since when are you that person?
What is it, Dee? What's wrong?
We-We shouldn't have let her go.
It's too dangerous.
He's still out there.
- Who is?
- The man who tried to take her.
Dee, this paranoia has to stop.
Mouse has had enough. I've had enough.
I have to protect her.
Do not walk out that door.
If you do,
I don't know what's
gonna be waiting for you
when you get back.
What do you say? Wanna check
out the hall of mirrors?
Oh spooky.
But yes.
Oh, by the way,
I'm not really good at mazes.
Same.
Mouse?
Can we get the fuck out of here?
Mouse! What's the matter?
- What is it?
- This way!
This way.
Wait, Mouse!
I don't think we're
supposed to use that door!
- Mom?!
- Mouse!
Oh, thank god you're all right!
I need to talk to you
in private.
It's time I told you the truth.
Yeah, that might be good.
The man who took you, he
he wasn't a stranger.
He was your father.
But
you said I didn't have a father.
You said I had a donor.
After college, I needed money
badly.
Then I saw a posting
at the women's clinic.
- A couple was looking for a surrogate.
- How?
How were you able to keep me
if you were his surrogate?
We didn't use an agency,
just did it ourselves.
Is that why he came up to me?
At the carnival?
- Because he was my dad?
- Maybe.
Was he even trying
to abduct me that day?
Or was he just hoping to s
- Spend time with me?
- I don't know, Mouse.
And you turned him
into the boogie man, Mom.
My father.
- Not your father.
- But he was.
He wanted to be.
Thank you, for finally
telling me the truth.
And sorry if my text scared you.
What text?
The text I sent from a burner phone.
"If you're not honest with Mouse,
your worst fears will come true."
That was from you?
I needed you to be honest with me.
And while we're being honest,
are there any other
secrets you wanna share?
Nothing.
I swear.
Okay.
So, tell me everything.
How was the date?
Unexpectedly
- we kissed.
- Ooh!
I know.
Wow! Go, Drew Barrymore.
- Was it nice?
- It was so nice.
Aw.
It made me feel
next to normal.
You are normal.
But I'm not. Not really.
I've been thinking.
Maybe it's time to tell the girls
at least about what happened to me,
so they can help with something.
With what?
Imogen, if the person
who attacked us both
goes to Millwood High
I think I know how to catch him.
So, A is officially back.
So, what happened after A chased
you out of the mirror maze?
My mom finally, finally
told me the truth about
this deep, dark family secret.
And then my other mom,
basically, kicked her out
for being such a basket case.
Oh my god.
Uh, you guys,
there's something else
Imogen and I wanna tell you
a-about this thing that
happened to us.
Oh no.
It's from A.
- Holy shit.
- Oh no.
What are we looking at here?
Oh, shit. I think it's Tyler.
A killed him?