Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin (2022) s01e08 Episode Script

1
I knew it. I fucking knew it.
Check the stalls.
It's just us.
A killed Tyler. A killed Tyler.
Okay, now can we
please go to the police?
- No!
- A warned us not to say anything. Fine.
But can't we just send
that pic of dead Tyler
- to the Sheriff anonymously?
- A texted it to us.
You don't think he'll
know how the cops got it?
- What the fuck can we do?
- We take deep breaths
- and don't freak out.
- A's killed two people, probably more.
Horrible people.
- Just sayin'.
- To paraphrase "Heathers,"
"Our teen angst now has a body count."
A is tied to Angela Waters.
We figure out what happened to her,
we figure out who A
is and how to stop him.
Back to the basics.
The sixth signature from the Radley,
who does that belong to?
- You think it might be A?
- It's a definite possibility.
And then there's Angela's mother, Rose.
She's out there somewhere.
And then there was the assault
that happened to Angela.
You guys
Imogen and I need to tell
you about something else
that happened to us
that may or may not be related to A.
But can we maybe take this outside?
Imogen, Tabby,
I am so, so sorry that happened to you.
We all are, and we got you.
Whatever you need.
It happened to both of us after parties.
Jock-centric parties.
You think it was one
of the football players?
- Maybe.
- Is that how you got pregnant?
We don't know
if this is something
that connects us to Angela.
But Tabby has a plan.
To catch whoever did this to us,
to stop him from doing it again.
Nurse Simmons is having a blood drive
next Wednesday.
If we can collect blood
samples from the boys in school,
we can compare it to
DNA from Imogen's baby.
Noa, your mom's a nurse, right?
We're hoping she can help
us figure out the DNA part.
I can talk to her for sure.
And if we can get proof, real proof,
then we can go to the authorities
and they wouldn't be able
to ignore or dismiss us.
- I'll also talk to Shawn.
- Great.
And Kelly volunteers
in the nurse's office.
She's gotta be working the blood drive.
Maybe she can help us all get involved.
- What about A?
- And those signatures?
Tabby and I are gonna
go back to see Crazy Joe.
The train car guy?
He's the one who sent us to
the Radley in the first place.
He's the clearest line
to the sixth signature.
Angela? What's wrong?
Something
happened to me.
Guys, we have a
big problem. It's about Angela.
Ugh what did that
dumb pudding do now?
It's not what she did.
It's what was done to her.
Thank you
for seeing us again, Joseph.
Not sure I can help, but fire away.
We went to the Radley,
like you suggested,
and we found a sign-in book.
It lists everyone who
visited Rose Waters,
Angela's mom.
We were able to match and identify five
of the visitor's signatures
all signed "A. Waters."
But there's a sixth one.
Look.
Any idea who it could be?
- No clue.
- Like, it couldn't be you
could it?
I think you two should leave. Now.
Totally.
- Nice chatting with you.
- Wait.
Joseph, did you know Angela was raped?
Someone told you that?
Wait, you didn't think we would
find out anything, did you?
- Imogen.
- Did you send us to Rosewood
because you thought
it would be a dead end?
You don't know what you're
getting yourselves into.
I, I brought you more money.
Is, is that what you want?
I don't want your money!
I want you to drop this! Now!
Or it's gonna be very bad for you.
- Go!
- Imogen, let's go.
Mom, I need your help with something.
Sure, baby, what can I do?
Mom, something bad happened
to Tabby and Imogen.
They were
raped.
They don't know who the guy was.
Oh my god.
We have this idea.
There's a blood drive at school.
We wanna see if we can find a DNA
sample that matches Imogen's baby.
DNA samples that are obtained illegally
- wouldn't hold up in court.
- We know that,
but it would be enough to
open up an investigation.
You would need to get the boys'
DNA samples to me directly.
I have a friend at the lab,
someone I can trust.
And Imogen would need
to get a paternity test.
Okay.
So, you'll do it, Mom? You'll help?
Let me talk to my friend.
If we can figure it out, minimal risk
- then yes.
- Amazing.
Thank you, Mom.
Mom?
Is everything okay?
Yeah. How are you girls doing?
- Good.
- Mm.
But feels like every teacher's
drowning us in homework
before Thanksgiving next week.
Oh, that reminds me.
Imogen, is there anything
in particular you want
for Thanksgiving dinner?
That's really sweet, Miss Haworthe,
but to be honest, my mom
and I weren't super big
on Thanksgiving.
We volunteered at the
soup kitchen instead.
Well, can you do that
earlier in the week?
And then we'll have
Thanksgiving, the three of us?
Absolutely, yes.
Oh my god.
We are dealing with a serial killer
and possibly a serial rapist,
and my mom's asking you what you want
for Thanksgiving dinner.
Yeah, but I have another
idea about the signatures.
- Please no more train cars.
- My mom's yearbooks.
My mom was Spirit Queen.
Everyone signed them.
Maybe I'll find a match there.
Seems kind of like looking
for a needle in a haystack, no?
It's not just about A
and Angela Waters for me.
It's also about my mom.
Who was she in high school?
How is she connected
to all these pieces?
Hey, Faran.
What are you up to tonight?
You wanna see a movie at the Orpheum?
I wish I could, but I have PT.
Again?
Okay, well, maybe we could do
it sometime over Thanksgiving?
That I would love to do,
but aren't you busy with your family?
Nah, everyone's gonna
be watching football.
And nothing against the Steelers,
but, I'd much rather hang with you.
That can be arranged.
Miss Haworthe, I wanted us to
talk about your final project.
When you told me you wanted
to tell a rape revenge story,
you assured me that the story
would be restrained and metaphoric.
- It will be the way I shoot it.
- Ah.
In which case, I will discuss
it with Principal Clanton,
but you need to get written
permission from your mother
that she's all right with you
exploring such dark material.
That's
fair.
Thank you, Mr. Smithee.
Holy shit, that's horrible.
I know.
And, Shawn,
both of these attacks
happened after parties
where there were a bunch
of football players.
I hate to even ask, but could
any of them have done it?
- What? No. No way.
- Oh my
I'm telling you, Noa. These
guys, yeah, they're crass.
Yeah, they're a lot, but
none of them would do that.
You never needed my permission
for your other film projects.
Mr. Smithee wants to make sure
you're okay with the subject matter.
Which is?
A woman who was assaulted
gets revenge on her attacker by
carving an A on his chest.
Where is this coming from, Tabitha?
Uh, it's actually
inspired by something Imogen
found out about that girl
Angela Waters.
That she was raped
before she killed herself.
Uh, where did Imogen hear that?
She's been obsessed with Angela Waters,
asking around about her, and
when Imogen told me what
happened, it stuck with me.
And this happened after our party?
Yeah.
Imogen
- I was awful to you that night.
- Kelly, don't.
The reason I'm here
the reason I'm choosing to trust you
is because I need your help.
You volunteer in the nurse's office
so I'm guessing you'll be
working the blood drive?
Yeah, where's this going?
We need to work it, too.
Me, Tabby, Faran, Noa, Mouse.
Why?
Kelly, I'm carrying
the DNA of my attacker.
We're going to do paternity tests
but we need blood
from all the boys in school.
Wait.
You're asking me to steal
my classmates' blood?
We wouldn't need a lot. A few drops.
Like what you get off a cotton ball.
- This is insane.
- It is.
But, Kelly
we were friends.
And that's why, I hope,
you'll do the right thing now.
Hey.
- How was PT today?
- Easy-peasy.
Watch. I'm gonna be
dancing again in no time.
Mm, should you still
be wearing that brace?
I thought you were only supposed
to wear it six hours a day, max.
Or for however long it's comfortable.
You're not sleeping in it, are you?
Of course not, Daddy.
I was just about to take it off.
Don't stay up too late.
I won't. Night, Dad.
God, Mom, I really wish you two
would just talk to each other.
Why is that so hard?
I don't know what your
mother's been saying to you,
but she is not the victim here.
- Believe me.
- Mom, please.
What happened to us?
Why are we
broken?
Is it because of Angela Waters?
I am not talking about
this with you, Mouse.
Will you talk about my dad then?
What was his name, even?
- He is not your father, Mouse.
- Fine.
Forget it.
Okay. If I were a birth certificate.
Gotcha.
Aaron Stevens.
Wow.
So that's your name Dad.
Anything yet?
I found my mom's freshman,
sophomore, and junior yearbooks,
- but not her senior one.
- And no match
to the sixth signature, I'm assuming?
I am not a handwriting expert but no.
If I could just talk to her
- she'd tell me the truth.
- Imogen
maybe you need to chill on this.
It's Thanksgiving.
We've got the blood drive.
I'm missing her, Tabby.
Like, more and more.
It's almost easier
when I'm doing stuff.
Well, what about your tradition
going to the soup kitchen?
Maybe that'll help.
Maybe.
Kelly, what's all this about?
You're looking at volunteers
for the blood drive.
Great, you can start by making
sure people show up to donate.
Oh, we will.
We want blood from everyone.
Mrs. Gibbons? Before we get started,
can I make an announcement?
Tomorrow is Millwood High's
annual Thanksgiving blood drive,
and we desperately need your help.
America, including
Millwood, is in crisis
experiencing its biggest blood
shortage in over a decade.
That's why the
administration has agreed:
if you donate blood tomorrow,
you'll be excused from classes
for the rest of the day.
And for even more incentive,
we'll be giving away
free passes to the Orpheum
if you sign up today.
I don't understand. My mom
signed my permission slip.
Well, be that as it may,
we can't have our students
exposed to such
inappropriate content.
The content in my story,
sexual assault and the
trauma that comes with it,
is something young women deal with 24/7.
It's the reality we're living in,
and you can't ignore it.
I understand.
And believe me, I sympathize.
And I wish the world were a
better, safer place for young women.
But I cannot approve this
film for a class assignment.
Okay, so I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and invite you over
for Thanksgiving with my family.
As tempting as that sounds
I'm having Thanksgiving
with Tabby and her mom,
but I have a counter-proposal.
It's not very glamorous,
but every Thanksgiving week,
my mom and I used to
volunteer at the soup kitchen.
- I was wondering
- Yes.
Let's do it. I love that idea.
- I'm in. I am so in.
- Really?
Okay, um, do you wanna
go after school today?
Totally.
I wasn't expecting to see
you back in my class so soon.
You did say I could audit.
It's not the same as being on my feet,
but I'll notate all of "Giselle,"
so I'm ready to step in.
Faran, I'm pushing
"Giselle" to next year.
Hopefully, your back will
be fully healed by then.
Next year? But I'm getting better.
I'm wearing my brace religiously
and when I'm not in PT,
I'm doing recovery exercises at home.
Even if you wear that brace double time,
it won't speed up your recovery.
You need to face this, Faran.
There are no shortcuts here.
Guessin' you're not
here to watch me play.
We have a plan to catch the guy.
We just need DNA proof.
- Okay, what's the plan?
- The blood drive.
I'm volunteering with the girls,
and I need you to convince
the team to donate.
They're not gonna sign up for it, Noa.
- I mean, maybe a couple will.
- Why not?
Ugh, Jesus, uh.
Some of the guys on the team
take stuff to help them play.
Steroids?
- Do you take them?
- Fuck, no! I told you.
Okay, well, we're not
testing for drug use,
- so they don't have to worry.
- Doesn't matter.
They're not gonna risk
getting thrown off the team
if there's even a 0.01% chance
that someone might find
something in their blood.
Hey, but I'll donate.
I'll be first in line.
But the football players
are our prime suspects.
- If they don't give blood
- I-I know, but I have a plan B.
While the team's practicing,
we sneak into the locker room
and swipe DNA off their
mouth guards and shit.
- Ew, gross.
- Actually,
this could be a blessing in disguise.
If a test comes back positive
from the locker room DNA
Then we'll know it
was a football player.
And if we find a match
out of the blood drive
Then we'll know it's
another boy at Millwood High.
This is good. It'll
shrink the pool.
And then we'll
eliminate suspects
one by motherfuckin' one.
We have an issue.
Imogen and Tabby are still
investigating Angela Waters.
Mouse, too. She's asked me about her.
And Noa for that matter.
Somehow, they found out
that Angela was raped.
Well, Tabby and Imogen are
clearly the ringleaders.
Sid, you need to find out
exactly how much they know.
How would I do that?
Snoop.
It's what I'd do.
My moms still aren't speaking.
Mouse, that sucks, big time.
Yeah.
If you need a break from family shit,
you could swing by my
place for Friendsgiving.
Not sure I can
but feel free to lie
and tell me your parents
are more messed up than mine.
Honestly, everyone has their own drama,
but my parents, they've
always been cool.
They adopted me when I was a baby and
Sorry. I didn't know.
It's okay. I'm lucky.
They've always been
supportive and loving,
- including when I came out as trans.
- Mm.
Ash, if you
somehow knew the identity
of your birth parents,
- would you wanna meet them?
- I think so.
Even though it's risky, I'd at
least wanna see who they are.
Here I come, Dad.
What are you workin' on?
I have to come up with a new concept
for my final film project
'cause my original idea
was too controversial
for Mr. Smithee and Principal Clanton.
What was it about?
I wanted to re-frame
the rape revenge genre
through a feminist lens.
Jesus. Okay.
Is this 'cause of our conversation
about "Last House on the Left"?
Partly.
In that case, I think you should
tell Mr. Smithee to fuck off
- and make your movie.
- I have to fulfill my assignment.
Okay, then make two movies, then.
One for them and one for you,
like Chris Nolan does.
'Cause the movie you wanna make
that's what's gonna get you into NYU.
Not some bullshit
puff piece for Smithee.
You know what?
You're right Wes.
Thank you. This is exactly
what I needed to hear.
No problem.
Extra mash comin' right up. There we go.
Enjoy. Have a nice day,
and come back for seconds.
Did you touch my plate?!
- Hey, hey.
- He touched my plate!
- It-It's okay.
- Wow. Who knew volunteering
could be so intense?
Yeah.
Mom, what's going on?
Nothing. Wait right here.
Excuse me.
Hey, can I get some
of those string beans?
Oh, um.
Of course. Yes.
- We have to go.
- What?
Right now. We have to go.
Okay, okay.
Imogen? Hey, you okay?
Yeah. Just having a moment.
Okay.
I completely forgot it ever happened,
but my mom had an intense
energy exchange with this woman.
- What if it was
- Angela's mom.
"Crazy" Rose Waters.
Maybe she came back to Millwood after
the Radley Sanitarium shut down.
Where would you go,
if not your hometown?
That means she could
still be alive today,
living in Millwood.
Forget the sixth signature.
We gotta find the Waters house.
If Rose Waters is there,
she'll have all the
answers we're looking for.
Thank you.
- Ooh, hi.
- Thanks for donating, Henry.
Course.
Though, I do tend to get lightheaded
when I give blood.
- How do you feel?
- Okay. Little dizzy.
Well, you look very cute
with your t-shirt rolled up,
like a greaser.
You're so weird. I love it.
Kelly, why don't I
replace your trash bag,
- get you a fresh one?
- That would be terrific, Noa.
Nurse Simmons? I'm all out of cookies.
Oh, there's more in my
office. I'll go get them.
Oh, no. That's okay. I'll go.
Wanna get my steps in, hm.
- Is this everything?
- Yeah, from today
and the locker room.
And we have the names
of every boy who donated blood.
What happens now?
I drop this off with
my friend at the lab,
and then we wait. A week or two.
Two weeks.
We can make it two weeks.
- Yeah.
- In the meantime,
this is feeling kind of anticlimactic.
Mm, it's the classic post "Ocean's
Eleven" crash after a caper.
Yeah, and a shitty
Thanksgiving tomorrow.
So, let's have fun tonight.
- Let's go out.
- To a bar?
To a club that doesn't ID
that Henry told me about.
Are you seriously suggesting
that we go clubbing?
Guys, Madame Giry told me she's
pushing "Giselle" for a year.
I need to dance,
even if it's in some shitty,
hole-in-the-wall club.
I mean, can't we take one night off
from the horror show of our lives?
Okay, but
can it just be us girls?
Finally. Where have you
been? I've been texting.
I was at a party in the woods.
A party? With who?
Some friends from the movie theater.
Are you all right?
Have you been drinking?
I'm gonna go shower and-and go to bed.
- I'm exhausted.
- Tabitha
Please just leave it alone.
Okay, okay, okay.
- Favorite clubbing movie of all time.
- Oh.
For me, there is but one answer:
"The Last Days of Disco."
Chloë Sevigny and Kate Beckinsale
at their most glam.
"Saturday Night Fever."
- Oh, my mom had such a crush
- Such a crush
On John Travolta!
- Well, she did!
- An oldie but a goodie.
"A Night at the Roxbury."
Shawn and I have seen that
one, like 50 times.
Mine's "Climax."
The choreography in it is mind-blowing.
- Plus, it's French.
- Ooh-la-la.
Madame Honrada?
Uhh, "Paris Is Burning."
And that just leaves.
"Party Girl"?
Ooh! Giving me indie,
Parker Posey realness!
- Yep.
- Love it!
Welcome to The Losers'
Club, Kelly Beasley.
Kelly!
It is 2 o'clock in the morning, Kelly.
Where the hell have you been?
Dancing.
With the girls. I texted Mama.
She was asleep when I got home.
From where?
Where have you been, Dad?
Working.
Where else would I have been?
I don't know.
You're just not wearing
your uniform, is all.
- Oh.
- Mom?
Imogen, I need to speak
to my daughter alone.
Okay.
Goodnight, then.
What are you doing with my laptop?
Did you take these
videos in the boys' locker room?
Did you secretly record these boys?
It's not what it seems like.
Do you have any idea,
even the slightest notion,
how wrong this is?
How much trouble you would be in
if someone else found out about this?
Ever since Imogen's moved in,
you've been acting like a different
person. She's got you churned up,
- on these wild goose chases
- Imogen's not the problem, Mom.
You are your secrets are.
As if I'm the only one
with secrets in this house.
Then let's get it all out.
- What?
- Let's talk.
I mean, really talk.
Because that's something we
don't do, Mom, like, ever.
Beyond, "What do you want for dinner?"
Like you're afraid to go there with me
'cause I might go there with you.
So, if you have something
you wanna ask me, Mom
go ahead and do it.
Whatever is going through your mind,
just stop living in denial
and just say the words and ask me.
Yeah, didn't think so.
Okay.
Hi.
Yes. Can I help you?
Um
Yes, is-is this Aaron Stevens' house?
I, um, have some cookies he ordered.
Oh okay.
Let me get my pocketbook.
What's this about?
I didn't order any Girl Scout Cookies.
Do Do you know who I am
Dad?
Uh, go on inside, honey.
Look
I don't know what you
want but you need to leave.
I, um
I just wanna know you.
How much do I owe you, sweetheart?
Nothing.
This was all just a misunderstanding.
She'll be going now.
I was maybe gonna head to the shelter,
help out a bit before dinner.
Oh, with one of the girls?
No.
Everyone's kinda doin'
their own thing
with their families.
Well, we're eating at six.
Okay.
Ah!
- Come on!
- He was wide open!
Why does he overthrow him every time
He sails it every time.
How's your mother, Noa?
She's good. She's working today,
so thanks for having me, Mrs. Noble.
Of course. And how's track coming?
Be more like Shawny.
Put your training first.
Always. That's what's most important.
- Dad, chill.
- What?
It's friggin' Thanksgiving,
so can you relax?
What? We're just talkin'.
- Do you take them?
- Fuck, no! I told you.
Shawn, can I use your restroom?
Yeah, of course.
I wanna talk to your daughter. Now!
Excuse me, Mr. Marchand,
but you're gonna have to calm down
and tell me what this is about.
My son is still missing,
and your daughter, she knows something.
- Why are you saying that?
- What's going on?
You attacked my son
at a Halloween party.
- Why? What else did you do to him?
- Nothing.
I-I'm sorry, Mr. Marchand.
Things got out of hand, but I
I don't know what happened
to Tyler. I-I-I swear.
Liar!
Don't you dare
talk to my daughter that way!
I cannot imagine what you and
your family are going through,
but you need to leave, now.
Or I'm callin' the police.
It's Christmas time in New York ♪
Ring-a-ling-a-ling,
let the music swing ♪
It's Christmas time again ♪
Chez Waters.
Hello?
Anyone home?
Jesus.
Shit.
Joseph? I I'm so sorry.
I told you to let it go.
Why couldn't you?
Fuck!
T-Tabby
did Tyler
hurt you?
Is that why you punched him?
Is that why you're
making your short film?
Tyler didn't hurt me.
But
a few months ago
over the summer
uh, coming home from
a party in the woods
I was attacked.
I don't know who it was
but I was
raped Mom.
Oh my god.
Oh my god, Tabby.
Baby.
I'm so, so sorry.
Are you sure this is okay, Kelly?
'Cause last time you didn't want me to.
Greg, I just had the shittiest
Thanksgiving dinner of my entire life
with my miserable parents.
Please don't make this
harder than it needs to be.
Also, one more thing.
Call me Karen.
Holy fucking shit. Are you okay?
As okay as I can be
considering I saw a corpse,
probably Angela's
and was almost killed by Crazy Joe.
He has to be A, right?
The mask was there.
So, what do we do?
I say we go.
We confront this bastard.
We find out why he's
been doing this to us
and
our moms.
And we end it.
Tonight.
Did you miss the part about
Imogen getting chased around
by a crazy man with a knife?
We're five against one.
My mom's delivering pizzas tonight
and we have a set of
butcher knives at home.
All clear.
- Nada.
- No sign of Joe or anyone anywhere.
And the body upstairs is gone.
But gone where? It's
Thanksgiving night in Millwood.
Train car.
He left a note.
"Angela Waters did not die in vain."
Hang on. Imogen.
It's my mom's.
Her senior yearbook.
Fucking Joe had it.
Now can we call the police?
Yes but as an anonymous tip.
And we shouldn't be anywhere
near here when we do.
This is so fucked up.
Check this out.
It's a match.
To the sixth signature.
Joe, who was in love with
Angela, visited Rose Waters
and didn't want us to know.
And, Tabby, look at this.
He did this to every
single picture of our moms.
He hated them for what
they did to Angela.
He wanted to punish them.
Crazy Joe was A.
Could it really be that simple?
Based on every horror
movie I've ever seen
it never is.