"A three bedroom house, costs 12 million dollars?" "If it's on the beach in Malibu." "At 12.2, it is priced to sell." "Like you know anything about real estate!" "Here's something." "Maui!" "Check this out." "Aloha." "I can just see us on a bluff in Waleia." "Us?" "So, now that I have money, you're all of a sudden an involved mother?" "Ashley." "No, mom, look." "I will buy you some high-end luggage and I will send you to a spa for a week, and I'll even show up on Mothers' Day." "But we're not gonna live together." "We're not gonna be "anything" together." "You're making a terrible mistake." "Actually, she's not." "High-end real estate really isn't a good investment these days, especially at those prices." "So, how are you spending your half of the money?" "I'm putting most of it into the bank, until another opportunity comes along." "I don't need much to live on, you know?" "I'm looking for an opportunity to get my own place." "Before she drives me crazy." "Buy a loft." "You know, a nice little place in the Hills, it'll get you in the market and it'll get you out of the house." "I like the "out of the house" bit." "What about you?" "You're gonna live on the streets?" "What if, we buy a place, together?" "That way I can help you with the mortgage payments until, you know, I decide what's next." "You're kidding me right?" "No, why not?" "Because, everything will have to be divided in two-sies." "So?" "Ok, so then, let's do it." "Ok." "So..." "I..." "I've never really posed before." "How am I doing?" "Anybody home?" "You're fine." "It's..." "It's my sketching that sucks." "You sure it's not the subject matter?" "No, it's me." "It's like I'm all over the map." "My composition's off." "There's absolutely no point of view." "You could've fooled me." "It looks like all your other sketches." "Exactly." "I'm gonna..." "I'm gonna take a break." "I mean, I can come back tomorrow?" "You know what, don't bother." "I'm just gonna drop this art class." "It's just not happening." "Well, I don't think it has anything to do with her art." "Yeah, she's probably really freaked, you know, about being pregnant?" "You think?" "Women and their hormones." "Right dad?" "Young Glen," "I have no idea what you mean." "Right answer." "Alright." "Turn the TV off, time to savor some slow-burn chili." "Wait, wait wait, it's that MTV promo." "Prom night at King High School, should have been a celebration." "Instead, four students lost their lives." "Clay Carlin was among them." "He took a date to the prom, and never made it home." "Violence in high school, a True Life special." "Tomorrow, 10 PM." "They actually mentioned Clay." "I'm not watching that." "Oh come on, honey, we talked about this." "We decided we'd watch it together as a family." "You guys can, or you can't." "I really don't care." "I just can't." "When I saw Clay's face on that promo," "It was like, living the nightmare, all over again." "I mean, I still think about my dad, all the time." "So it never gets easier?" "No, it does." "You're gonna have your good days." "But..." "You will have your bad days." "Why is life so hard?" "It's why I just usually run away from it." "Is that a fire alarm?" "No, it's my computer." "This publicist keeps emailing me about this fashion charity event, Ego." "Ego?" "Yeah." "L.A.'s hot club for the next 15 minutes." "Do you wanna go with me?" "Fashion, and clubbing?" "Not really my scene." "Mine either." "But we can go make fun of everybody." "It'll cheer you up." "It'll, cheer both of us up." "Tomorrow is a school night." "Right." "School." "Well, maybe another time." "Yeah." "Maybe." "I'll talk to you later." "Yep, bye." "Actually, I don't watch much TV but, thanks for calling." "Yeah, tell Uncle Tommy I said hey." "Yeah right, bye." "I've got to get an unlisted number." "Why?" "I have cousins I didn't even know I had, calling me because they saw" "His name is Aiden." "He took a bullet and didn't croak." "Tonight, gun violence in high school." "It's ridiculous." "Ok, still, you're gonna watch it, right?" "Why?" "You know, I lived it." "Right." "It so could've been me." "I'm glad it wasn't." "Hey Spencer." "Oh hey Corey, what's up?" "Listen, you're still gay, right?" "Last time I checked, yeah." "Can I just say, I think that is..." "It's really, really cool." "Do you take videos?" "Where is this going?" "Wherever you want to take it." "I mean..." "You can pick the other girl, or I can." "There are a couple of freshman cheerleaders that'll do anything to date a football player." "Why are you saying this?" "Why?" "That's easy." "Isn't it, Corey?" "Shut up, Madison." "See, those who can, do..." "Madison, shut up." "And those who can't, do pay per view." "Do you get that often?" "No, that's a new one." "But, you know, last year, Clay had my back, so..." "Thanks for stepping in." "Yeah, no problem." "What are you doing now?" "Lunch." "Where?" "I'm thinking the cafeteria." "Ooh girl, I'm vomiting just thinking about it." "You're coming with me." "What are you in for?" "I'm just trying to drop this Advanced Sketch class that I'm in." "Sucks." "Yeah I got busted for not having a hall pass." "No, the pig security guard knew I was just trying to find where I was supposed to be." "Doesn't sound like that big a deal." "Yeah, well it is when they put you in detention for a week." "You've got a week's worth of detention for not having a hall pass?" "Yeah, and for possession of cigarettes, which weren't even mine." "They were on the ground." "I was throwing them away." "Alright girl, even I'm not believing that one." "Yeah you're not the one I'm trying to convince." "Alright, this definitely beats the cafeteria." "This is an L.A. icon, where have you been girl?" "Besides the backseat of Ashley Davies' Porsche." "No more." "I'm just flying solo these days." "Really?" "Well that's an upgrade." "Yeah I mean, if you like being alone." "You're gonna find somebody else." "Like it's that easy." "L.A. is full of young eligible lesbians." "Really?" "Can you point them out to me please?" "Ok." "Alright, check her out." "She's totally straight." "How did you know that?" "It's called gaydar." "How do you have better gaydar than me?" "Girl, I guess I'm just more plugged in." "I don't know." "It's just so hard to meet people." "Don't you think?" "Not so much." "It'll look better when it's furnished." "You know what I really love about it?" "I love the view and the location and how it blends the old with the new." "It's perfect." "Really?" "But you haven't seen all of it yet." "I can tell." "How can you tell?" "Mom!" "Christine, can you hear me?" "It's perfect." "Hey good-looking." "Hey, what are you doing?" "Studying." "What would you rather be doing?" "What are my options?" "No, don't tell me." "You're starting a movement with invisible ink." "Very funny." "You're good." "You dropped art class, but you're still trying to be an artist..." "I'm not trying to be anything." "Don't you have like, detention or something like that?" "Talked my way out of it." "Are you gonna eat that?" "No, I'm not really hungry." "Why, do you want it?" "Just a bite." "Go for it." "You know I used to paint." "Really?" "Then what happened?" "I got tired of having to explain myself." "Very articulate." "Wait, don't move." "Put your head back where it was." "Why?" "I find your sarcasm inspiring." "This was fun." "Yeah." "A year ago, you would have been the last person, I'd have lunch with." "Girl, a lot can happen in a year." "Yeah well, we should do it again some time." "Yeah, maybe next year." "I'll be at the car." "I knew I recognized you." "You're that cheerleader from King High." "Ok, that's a little creepy." "You're world-famous." "This is a preview for tonight's show." "Do you mind if I interview you for my blog." "Your blog?" "Jake Kessler, The Shy Town Stories?" "Are you from Chicago?" "Originally." "But, I've lived all over." "Ok." "What are you doing in La-la Land?" "Finding material for my next book." "A book?" "What's your book about?" "It's about this hot dancer with a great smile and great moves and, goes to a high school in L.A." "You did that in 15 minutes?" "Totally captured my strange, but compelling essence." "What do you think?" "What?" "Yeah." "Next time, do her." "It'll be way hotter." "Who was that?" "Somebody who thinks you're hot." "Oh my Gosh!" "What's wrong?" "I just felt the baby move." "Oh my God." "It's kicking." "Oh my God." "Hey." "So..." "Would it be totally horrible if we didn't watch that MTV special tonight?" "I wasn't planning on it." "Really?" "Because the fundraiser people called again about tonight's event." "Thought you told them we were gonna pass." "I did." "But they were so nice." "And this was supposed to be a surprise but, they're going to play Dad's music in a fashion show." "It's a tribute to him." "It's $1500 a ticket." "Yeah, but it's free for us." "You're so naive." "Nothing is free." "They just throw those things for a chance to get all these Hollywood wannabes together to kiss ass in the name of charity." "So, think I'm gonna pass, but, you can go if you wanna go." "No, it's not, I mean, it's not like I wanna go, you know?" "I just..." "If I did want to go, I wouldn't wanna go by myself." "You know what I mean?" "Like, I wouldn't wanna go just as Raife Davies' daughter." "It's not like I'm insecure or..." "Ok, shut up, Stutters." "I'll go." "Really?" "You will?" "Yeah, if you stop bugging me about it." "Ok." "So, you meet this crazy Carmen chick, and poof, you're an artist again?" "I guess." "Ok, that's a wrap." "For now." "Man, I was just getting the hang of it." "Sorry, I wanna watch that True Life special with my parents." "Can I come home with you?" "Aren't you gonna watch it with your folks?" "We are recording it until Spencer feels emotionally ready to watch it." "Yeah." "I was kinda on the fence myself." "Until today." "I get it but..." "I don't know, it's just... he was my brother too." "And, it feels unfair to him." "Like she's just blocking it all out." "What turned it around for you?" "Maybe when I felt the baby kick?" "Or when I went to the memorial this morning?" "I don't know." "I just thought to myself, like, what am I so afraid of?" "Getting emotional?" "Besides, maybe it'll give me some closure." "Exactly." "Glen, we said we'd watch it together as a family." "Look mom, if you guys aren't ready to watch it tonight, then go upstairs." "Lock the door." "But I'm ready to deal, even if that means I have to watch it by myself." "That's not the point." "Sure it is." "Glen's right." "We should watch it together." "Tonight." "Wow, you can clean up nice." "Well I do shower from time to time." "Especially when I have a date with a hottie." "There's actually two of us." "We're going as a sister act." "Kyla, anytime!" "Why didn't you tell me?" "You didn't ask." "Hi." "What, is it too much?" "Ask our panel." "I mean, on a scale of 1 to 100, you're 100,000." "Thanks." "Let's do it." "Only have one rose though." "Give it to Juliet." "There you go." "After you, ladies." "I think that everything about life is violent." "I think that people are constantly horrible to each other." "And parents are horrible to their children." "Friends become enemies." "And people you love, you crap on for no apparent reason." "And you lose everything that you had." "Four people died that night at prom, but all of us got buried somehow." "I loved Clay." "He was a gentle soul." "He had big plans for the future but he got cut down before his time." "So, the night of the shooting, I lost my brother." "I don't know, being back here just... it reminds me of how much this all sucks." "I'm done." "What made you change your mind about watching the doc?" "When I felt Chelsea's baby." "Our niece or nephew." "Your grandchild." "I'm partied out." "Not me." "I'm just getting started." "Come on, the night is young." "Yeah well, I have a Chem test tomorrow so..." "You're a party pooper." "Oh, but a sexy party pooper." "Hey so, which one of us is a better kisser?" "I don't know." "Let me check." "Ok no, fun's over." "So I guess this whole "let's talk to each other before bed" thing, isn't gonna work unless we go to bed at the same time." "I hope you're having fun." "And call me." "Even if it's late." "Bye." "Wait, hold on, I'm having an epiphany." "No, no, listen, hear me out ok?" "Ready?" "Britney, god-bless her, is a wack-job." "Lindsay is in and out of rehab." "And Paris is not getting any younger." "We're in the perfect place to be the next big thing." "The next It Girls." "The Davies girls." "So much for your little spiritual journey." "No, maybe this is our spiritual journey." "Maybe this is what our dad intended us to be." "It Girls for a new age." "Except we'll be the ones to keep our panties on when we get out of the limo." "And there's two of us, so we got each other covered." "Ok, there you go, keep throwing that "us" word around again." "Well, you better get used to it." "All we have to do now is move in to our new place." "No, now, all we have to do is dance." "I was hoping you'd call." "I was worried it was too late." "Madison?" "You'll never guess who called me." "Jake, the dude from the farmer's market?" "Girl, he asked me to go out next week." "Cool." "Resynced by rick"