"So now it's Buzz Magazine?" "Yeah." "Buzz off." "Are you sure I can't interest you in this cup of coffee?" "No strings attached." "No, thanks." "Okay, 'cause... there's a string attached." "Have a nice day." "It's a letter for Toni." "I want you to give it to her." "I'm not giving her anything from you." "Bruno, I never meant to hurt her." "I..." "Just give this to her." "Why should I?" "Because you care about her." "You care about her as much as I do." "If you want, you can read it yourself." "Let it be, McKay." "Just scram before she comes out of class." "Tell me something." "What's more important to you..." "love or vengeance?" "Keeping Toni or destroying her father?" "Advertising is sex, and sex is advertising." "Now, I know you've all seen a million beer and soda commercials, and you know they're not gonna get some professorial guy like me to stand here at a lectern and recite the merits of a particular drink." "Of course not." "They're gonna get a gorgeous girl like this, and they're gonna put her in a bikini, sit her by the pool, as she sensually sips her drink, licking her lips in delight." "Yes?" "Professor Haywood, just because it sells, it doesn't make it right." "I mean, you're talking about the exploitation of women, and I find it offensive." "Well, I'm sorry, Ms. Keats," "I didn't mean to offend you personally, but this is a class in marketing, not ethics." "And frankly, sex sells." "Ooh!" "I hate that guy." "Then why'd you take the class?" "I don't know..." "the way it's going," "I'm never gonna get a decent grade from him." "You want to grab some lunch?" "No, actually, I'm gonna catch up with Professor Haywood and apologize for being late for class." "Show some cleavage, you might get an "A."" "There's nothing wrong with being nice to a teacher." "Uh, Professor Haywood?" "Excuse me, uh, Valerie Malone." "Oh, yes, the little distracter from this morning." "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that." "It-it won't happen again." "Humility is very becoming, Ms. Malone." " You're forgiven." " Thanks." "Since I have you here..." "Do you have any idea when we'll get our midterms back?" "Don't be so eager." "You might not like the grade I give you." "Well, I really got into the project." "Actually, I modeled my campaign after the business I run." "Well, great, then I'm sure you'll do very well." "Excuse me." "Well, I hope so." "I really love that class." "Well, you know, in that case, this may be of some value to you." "I'm giving a lecture this afternoon for some local business executives, and I'll be addressing some of the topics we've been covering in class." "You might get something out of this." "That would be great." "Um, where is it being held?" "Century Plaza Hotel..." "the small meeting room next to the lobby, about 4:00." "I can do that." "Good." "You know, I have to say this." "You smell terrific." "What are you wearing?" "It's called Invitation." "Everything does come down to marketing, doesn't it?" "Yeah." "Thanks." "You're welcome." " See you later." " Bye." "Bye." "I can't believe you made second cut." "You might actually make it to the Rose Court." "Yeah, well, I can't believe it either." "My next interview's tomorrow." " I just wish I could get more up for it." " Why?" "What's wrong?" "I have to meet Ray tonight at the Peach Pit." " Ugh." " You know, every time I think of him, it just brings me down." " So cancel." " I can't." "I have his songwriting book;" "I said I'd return it." "I'll take it back for you." "Or why don't you just ask Nat?" "He's expecting me." "I mean, I at least owe him that, right?" "Sanders alert." "Don't let Steve see me." "I thought things were working out" " for you guys." " Yeah, they are, but, um, now he wants to know if he should get a hotel room." "Well, I mean, if you don't want to, just tell him no." "I'm just, I don't know." "I'm just nervous." "I don't think he's ready for the kind of relationship" "I want this time around." "The whole thing's giving me a migraine." "Well, you don't have to tell me." "Sex is one big headache." "And not that I'd know." "I saw Dylan today." "He gave me a letter for you." "You should read it." "I don't want to read it, okay?" "Maybe it'll help get him out of your system." "Toni, I'm sure I'm the last person you want to hear from right now, but I couldn't stop myself." "Whatever it is between your father and me had nothing to do with the way I feel about you." "You're an incredible woman." "I know you'll find happiness with someone who deserves you a hell of a lot more than I do." "Love, Dylan." "Here you go, Brandon." "A grilled cheese sandwich just like your mother made." "Ah, thanks, Nat, but I think she's making it mu shu style about now." "Yeah, that wouldn't surprise me." "She did send me a wok for my birthday." "So, uh, you think the folks'll be back home for the holidays?" "Thanksgiving, no;" "Christmas, maybe." "That'd be great." "Don't worry, Steve." "They won't evict you." "That's not my problem." "Ah, did you get dumped again?" "No." "Ah, sorry." "Could we get back to my problem now?" "What do you think of the De La Mer Hotel?" "Classy, but I think Clare is more the mirrored-ceiling type." "I think so, too, but I don't want to be too obvious." "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Well, between you and me, I'm having a little trouble imagining myself waking up with her in the morning." "You may have to chew your arm off to escape." "Won't be the first time I stepped in a bear trap." "So take it slow." "Nothing wrong with that." "Is that what you did with Susan?" "Hey, my first morning with Susan was a bitch." "She had me make her bed three times." "Long story." "Well, do you regret it?" "Hi, Kel." "How's it going?" "Hey, guys." "I don't mean to interrupt, but I was just wanting to make sure that you're both coming to Colin's opening." " Absolutely." " That's the plan." "Good." "What were you talking about?" " Love." " Sex." "Love." "Sex." "Love and sex." "Love and sex." "Think you invited enough of your little friends?" "Art is for the people." "This is an art opening, not a bargain basement." "They're nice people, Claudia." "Right." "And Kelly, she's very knowledgeable." "Right." "Like all your other little side dishes." "Hey." "You don't have to insult her." "Why?" "Are you getting serious about her?" "What if I am?" "I just think too much emotional involvement would be bad for your work." "Let's concentrate on the show, okay?" "Well, thank you all very much." "I enjoyed this afternoon a lot." "I hope you'll invite me back." "Excuse me." "How'd I do?" "Excellent." "Thanks for inviting me." "I learned so much." "Well, if this is something you're really interested in, it's never too early to make the important contacts." "God, I love this business." "I could keep talking for hours." " Can I buy you a drink?" " Yeah, sure." "Great." "Okay." "When I was an account exec on Madison Avenue," "I'll never forget working on this doll account that shall remain nameless." "Talk about sexual paranoia." "When they shot the commercials, they actually made up little towels so the sexy little plastic figure wouldn't be naked during her wardrobe changes on the set." " You're kidding?" " No, I'm not." "They even had a union worker on board just to make sure she never exposed her anatomically incorrect plastic breasts." "So, um, why did you leave the business?" "Oh, well, uh, when my wife died," "I... kind of lost the drive." "And then this job came along, and I thought, what better way to pass on my experience and knowledge to a whole new crop of brilliant ad men... and women, like yourself." "How about another drink?" "Yeah, great." "Thanks." "You know, Valerie," "I haven't mentioned this, but... you actually remind me a lot of Lily, my wife." "She was... bright, beautiful, spunky." "You miss her." "Yeah, every day." "And every night." "I'm sorry." "In fact, she used to come with me to these seminars all the time." "You're the first woman I've invited along since... she's been gone." "Well, I'm honored." "So, um, do you think I have a future in this game?" "Oh, I read your midterm." "Your campaign is sensational." "It's terrific." "Thank you." " Wow." "Thanks." " Well, don't thank me." "You wrote it." "Listen... how about instead of having the next round down here, we go up to my room?" "Where we'll be more comfortable." "You have a room?" "Sure." "It comes with the deal." "I don't think so." "I wouldn't want anybody to get the wrong idea." "Valerie, relax." "I promise to be discreet." "You have nothing to worry about." "No, I think I do, Professor Haywood." "You're coming on to me." "I'm glad you finally caught on." "I thought I was losing my touch." "Listen, um, I'm sorry." "I'm interested in your class, not you." "Oh." "Pity." "Good-bye, Professor Haywood." "Good-bye, Ms. Malone." "Ugh." "Your noodles are looking pretty rubbery there, Steve." "They're edible." "Uh-huh, and what about this?" "That I think we're gonna have to scrape off the burned part." "You know what, I'm still waiting for an answer about tomorrow night from you." "The answer is "yes."" "All right, should I book a room?" "No, why don't you let me?" "Don't trust my taste, huh?" "It's not that." "It's just that first times are important to me." "I don't want, you know, mirrors on the ceiling or anything." "Hey, guys." "Dinner ready?" "Yeah, have a seat." "Oh, yes, it is." "You're quite the homemaker, Steve." "Yeah, better than I'll ever be." "Should I set a plate for Val?" "She left a message saying she was going to go to a seminar with her marketing professor." " You're kidding?" " No." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I'm in that class." "Professor Haywood is a first-rate lech." "Hey, Val." "I didn't think you were gonna make it for chow." " How was the seminar?" " Fine." "And how's Haywood?" "Fine." " Are you eating?" " No." "What's biting her?" "I don't know." "Hey, Val..." "Val, what's the matter?" "Tell me something, Brandon." "Do I look particularly trashy tonight?" "What?" "What I'm wearing." " No." " And my forehead?" "Do I have the words "I'm easy" written anywhere?" "What happened to you this afternoon?" "I don't want to talk about it." "Val, come back in the kitchen, have something to eat;" "you'll feel better." "I'm not hungry." "Just tell them I'm beat." "I'm going to bed." "Was that my fault?" "No, no, I don't think so." "Hey, Donna." "Right on time." "I thought we were meeting in the Peach Pit?" "We were, but I had to clean out my dressing room." "Don't tell me you're afraid to be alone with me." "No, no, I'm not, but I can't stay." "Look, you didn't come all this way just to give me my book." "Look, don't tell me why I came." "Don't get crazy on me, all right?" "Relax." "I made you a cup of coffee." "Please, sit down." "There you go." "So, uh, how's school going?" "Good." "How's the album going?" "Great." "Yeah, that's not what I heard." "Barbara Korman told my mom that you canceled your last three sessions." "Yeah, well, I had a sore throat." "I didn't really feel much like singing." " Ray, you can't do this to yourself." " Well, it would help if you would return my calls." "How can you cut me off like this, Donna?" "I need you now, more than ever." "I write my songs for you." "Yeah, well, you never wrote one about throwing me around." "Donna, please." "Look Ray, we've been in an abusive relationship." "I've been reading about it and it's been like looking in the mirror." "Look, I'm sorry about the past, all right." "I can't change it." "But I haven't done anything wrong in a long time." "Now what more do you want me to do?" "You can get help." "Why can't you remember the incredible summer we had?" "I do." "Do you know what that's called in the book?" "It's called the "honeymoon period."" "And I don't want to be around when the honeymoon's over." "Oh, I get it." "So now, I'm the monster, huh?" "Well, you built me up so I guess it's only fitting that you tear me down." "This is not my fault." "Yeah, right, you're blameless." "Enjoy your time alone, Donna." "You don't knock?" "I did." "When you didn't answer, I came around." "So, what, you've come to give me my letter back?" "No." "This is for you from Antonia." "But understand, it's the last communication there'll be." "I understand." "I like you, Dylan." "I wish you luck." "Dear Dylan." "Meet me in the library tomorrow." "Hey." "I was hoping that you'd be here." "Was there ever any doubt in your mind?" "Not anymore." "What about your father?" "I know he forbid you to see me." "Well, I'm not listening to my father." "I'm listening to my heart." "Besides, he's out of town." "So, how much time do we have?" "Forever, if you want it." "Do you mean that?" "Yes, with all my soul." "Does Bruno know where you are?" "Yeah." "He agreed because he doesn't have my father to answer to." "I kind of ruined your perfect life." "Yeah." "You did." "I'm sorry." "I'm not." "Dylan, I've never been in love like this before." "You have to stop hating my father." "How can I do that?" "I mean, how can I after what he did?" "No matter what you think about my father, he's still my father, and I will always love him." "Please." "Dylan, he's all the family I have left." "All right..." "I surrender." "Good, fine, all right then," "I'll see you tomorrow." "Nothing like flying into New York on a hot streak." "Some days the gods smile on us." "Let's swing by and say good-bye to Antonia." "She's in class, sir." "I know, but I don't want to leave town without saying good-bye to her." "I wouldn't want you to miss your flight." "We've got plenty of time." "You don't think these pearls are too much?" "No, they're perfect for the little old lady from Pasadena." "Why am I doing this?" "Because you were meant to ride that float on New Year's Day." "Yeah, well, all those girls have a better shot than I do." "If you want me to come, I will." "I'll drive you down there and we can rehearse your interview in the car." "Well, the theme of this year's Rose Parade is "Kids, Laughter and Dreams."" "How hard can that be?" "That depends." "Are you pro or con?" "I'll be fine." "Besides, you're busy with Colin's show." "Actually, I've kind of been upstaged lately." "His art dealer Claudia's been all over him." "Yeah, well, he has to work with her, right?" "That depends on your definition of "work."" "Oh." "Don't trust him, Kel." "They all cheat." "No, not all of them." "Yeah, that's right." "Some cheat and beat." "What did you say?" "Forget it." "Just don't let him hurt you." "Donna, has Ray ever hit you?" "Not exactly." "I mean, he yelled." "He shoved." "He pushed." "He threw me down the stairs once." "Oh, my God, I had no idea." "Yeah, well, I didn't fall down those stairs in Palm Springs." "But don't worry about it." "It's all over now." "Donna, if anything like this ever happens again, you have to tell me." "I'm your friend." "I know." "I just..." "I thought it would go away." "And Ray was so insecure about fitting in," "I didn't want you to hate him." "You cannot go back to him." "He'll do it again." "I know that." "And since I had it out with him," "I've felt stronger than I have in a long time." "Good." "Good for you." "That's my car." "What's Bruno doing here?" "He knows I have classes until 5:00." "Stop the car." "Hey, Daddy?" "I... thought you were on your way to New York." "Get in the car, Antonia." "No." "Look, Marchette," "I love your daughter." "Yeah, I'm sure you do, but you can't have her." "Daddy, stop it." "The feud is over." "No, this conversation is over." "Get in the car, Antonia." "Get in the car and come home with me now... or don't come home at all." "Good-bye, Antonia." "Cover chapter 16:" ""Subliminal Messages," for your weekend reading." "And before you go, take with you your graded midterms." "Mr. Rudnick," "Ms. Harmon..." "Ms. Keats." "Moment of truth." "Mr. Silver..." "Ms. Malone..." "Mr. Park..." "Mr. Lin." "Ah..." "Well?" "Mr. Perkins, Ms. Velez..." "A "D"?" "What did you get?" "An "A."" "This is unbelievable." "Ms. Rollins..." "Excuse me, Professor Haywood?" "Is there a problem?" "Yeah, there's a big problem." "A "D"?" "What happened to "terrific"?" "What happened to "sensational"?" "I'm sorry, I really can't remember every paper I read, but you're certainly welcome to appeal your grade." "I have been known to give papers a second chance." "I don't get it." "Your paper was great." "I mean, I would have thought you'd get a gold star." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I guess being nice to the teacher didn't pay off." "This isn't about being nice." "This guy's got it in for me." "Excuse me." "Here you go." "Room 307." "Great." "It's perfect." "I hope the flowers are what you had in mind." "Exactly." "This is one of our finest rooms." "My girlfriend's got great taste, huh?" "Nah, she lucked out." "The National Police Association's had this place booked solid the whole week." "Really?" "Well, I feel safer already." "Ice?" "Room service?" "No, no, thanks." "Here you go." " Thanks." " Thank you." "Uh, you know what?" "I may need some extra pillows later." "Right in the closet, top shelf." "Can I get 'em for you?" " I'll take care of it." " Okay." ""Pleasure Hut"?" "Clare!" "The demons of generosity, buda-bing, buda-boom!" "You've gotta talk to him, Valerie." "I can't talk to him." "I can't believe he gave you a "D"" "'cause you wouldn't sleep with him." "You know, I went to the seminar with him." "I had a couple drinks." "You know, I acted like his little groupie." "I mean, what did I expect?" "You didn't do anything wrong." "I'm so sorry I teased you about this." "Wait." "The administration has rules about this, right?" "Yeah, Ethics Office." "Connie Shayes." "Report him." " I'll go with you." " Me, too." "No, I don't want anybody knowing about this." "It's humiliating." "Val, relax, okay?" "Just sit down and I'll get you a cup of tea or something." "Would you talk to her, please?" "Convince her?" "Look, Haywood made a pass at you, and you turned him down, right?" "Yeah." "And now he's using his power to punish you." "That's sexual harassment, Valerie." "It's illegal." "Look, there are things about me that you don't know." "Things that I'm not really proud of." "Look, that may be, all right?" "But if you let him get away with this, you're an accomplice." "Chances are you're not the first girl he did this to, and you won't be the last." "Thanks." "So, have we made any headway here?" "Okay, I'll report him... but you may not like me when this is over." "Professor Haywood propositioned you for sex?" "Yes, and it wasn't subtle." "Did anyone see you together?" "No." "But the worst part is just because I didn't put out, he gave me a "D" on my midterm project." "Are you sure that's the reason for the grade?" "Oh, it's a great paper." "I mean, before any of this happened, he said it was the best in his class." "I see." "Look, is there anything you can do?" "Well, it's gonna take some time, but we will start an investigation right away." "Now, are you sure there isn't anybody who can corroborate what happened?" "No, it was just the two of us." "Why were you alone with him and off campus?" "I knew this was gonna happen." "I'm the one who's gonna be investigated, aren't I?" "Now, look, we will have to talk to people who know you as well as people who know him." "Just... just forget the whole thing." "Claudia, I didn't expect to see you here." "I could say the same to you." "I just thought I'd stop by and see if Colin needed a ride to the gallery." "Well, he's already got one, but thanks." "Is he here?" "He's taking a shower." "You two worked pretty late." "Kelly, you're a smart girl." "Haven't you caught on yet?" "I beg your pardon?" "Here's the deal." "You can borrow Colin, but I own him." "What was that?" "We have an arrangement." "I fund his art, and he's available to me... for whatever I want, whenever I want." "Claudia?" "Grab me a clean towel?" "Yes, love." "I thought you were married." "My husband's an older man with far greater problems than my marital infidelities." "Do us all a favor... don't show up tonight." "Donna..." "Hey." "where's Kelly?" "I don't know." "I've been stuck in Pasadena all day." "Right." "How's that going?" "Good, good, I think." "Did you ask Clare about Kelly?" "Yeah, she hasn't seen her either." "Oh, well, don't worry." "I mean, she wouldn't miss this for the world." "Colin, Dena Morrisey from the Getty Museum." "Excuse me." " I gotta mingle." " Okay." "I love Colin's work." "Isn't this fun?" "No, actually, I'm all kind of arted out." "We've been here, like, 15 minutes." "So, what's polite, 16?" "Why, what's your rush?" "Well, I checked out that hotel room that you booked for us." "You got a lot of style, Arnold." "I'm glad you liked it." "While I was there," "I personally filled it with flowers... heavy on the lilies." "My favorite." "I scoped out the vast video menu." "We can watch Moonstruck if you like." "My favorite movie." "We could order some room service: gazpacho, brownies." "You've done your homework." "I grilled Donna for details." "Well, you got everything right." "By the way, I left a little surprise in the room for you." "I think I found it." "Colin, what are you doing?" "Calling Kelly." "Forget Kelly." "The L.A. Times is waiting." "She's late, and I'm worried about her." "Colin, she's not coming." "What?" "Kelly and I had a very illuminating conversation this afternoon." " You told her about us?" " You wouldn't." "How much longer did you expect me to let this go on?" "I'm outta here." "The press is here." "You can't leave your own opening." "Watch me." "I love hotels." "Check into a place like this, live out all your fantasies." "Mm, these are so beautiful." "What are you looking for?" "What are you doing?" "I'm just looking for that little surprise you left me." "Mm, it's not in there." "It's in here." "Professor Chee called to tell me how pleased he's been with your progress." "He slipped me a copy of your latest test." "Congratulations." "You got an "A."" "I got an "A"?" "!" "What are those?" "It's the little surprise you left me." "This was my surprise." "You brought handcuffs for our romantic evening?" "Are you sick?" "!" "I didn't bring this stuff here." "Admit it, Clare." "You're the one who stashed it!" "Yeah, I stashed it considering there's a police convention in the hotel." "You think maybe they use some of this stuff on their off-duty hours?" "You know, I actually thought we were ready for a mature relationship." "Obviously, you're..." "incapable of that." "Wait a second, before you get all self-righteous on me," "I happen to know for a fact that a lot of your past relationships involved handcuffs." "Who told you that?" "Well, I don't want to mention any names, but it makes perfect sense to me that all this stuff could have been left by someone as kinkified as you." "Kinkified?" "That's it." "I'm outta here." "Come on, Keats." "It's time to go." "You work too hard." "I'm onto something with this Haywood thing." "There's dirt here." "I can smell it." "I've just got to dig a little deeper." "Okay, I'll bite." "What've you got?" "A list of phone numbers." "A list of phone numbers?" "That's nice." "You got a quote from Valerie?" "No." "She won't go public." " I've been begging her all day." " Then stay away from the story." "Brandon, from what I've got so far, this thing goes way beyond Valerie." "I thought you had something to do tonight?" "Let's see, my ex-girlfriend's new boyfriend's show, and I have to go stag?" "I don't think so." "Give me half your phone list." "You're going to help me?" "I just want to see for myself what you really have." "Be my guest." "No, no, don't turn it off." "It's beautiful." "The gallery opening started a half hour ago." "We're already late." "That's okay." "I don't feel like going anyway." "I'm not in the mood to be charming tonight." "All right, then we'll just hang out here." "That feels great." "Good." "Enjoy it." "Don't go anywhere." "Hello." "David, it's Brandon." "I'm looking for Valerie." "Is she there?" "Oh, yeah, she's right here." "It's Brandon." "He's been looking all over for you." "Hey, Brandon." "Are you at the art gallery?" "No, we're still at the newsroom." "Susan asked me to call." "Is this about Haywood?" "Yeah." "She's been investigating him." "Look, I know all about it." "I have nothing to say." "Listen Val, I've been getting into this too and you may want to reconsider going on the record because..." "Absolutely not." "You know I wish" "I'd never told any of you about this." "Just back off." "Okay, if that's the way you feel, but Val, with you or without you, there's too much story here to let this die." "Just don't make me a part of it, okay?" "Okay, you got it." "Thanks, Brandon." "I'll see you later." "Yeah, later." "She said no." "I got that." "I don't understand why you're backing off." "Because I don't want to be raked over the coals." "So what?" "You're tough." "David, do you really want to hear what a slut I am?" "'Cause that's going to be Haywood's defense." "Look, Val, I don't care what anyone says, okay?" "I'm gonna stand by you like you stood by me, whether you go through with this or not." "Okay?" "Listen, David, do me a favor." "Anything." "Promise me that you won't get impatient if I want to take this relationship slow." "I promise." "What are you doing here?" "Looking for you." "Shouldn't you be kissing up to art dealers and reviewers, not to mention Claudia?" "I blew it all off." "Probably set my career back for years." "Impressive." "Good night." "Kelly, please." "There's things you need to hear." "I've heard everything I need to hear, all right?" "Just get off my property." "Forget my number." "Get out of my life." "Let me explain about Claudia." "What is it?" "Do you love her?" "No." "It was just a deal for my career." "It was in place long before I met you." "It's just business." "She means nothing to me." "That is very sad." "Look, I'm going to break it off with her for good." "And then what?" "Find a West Coast version of Claudia?" "Who's going to be your sugar mama then?" "Who's going to pay for your loft?" "I'll get a job." "I'll believe that when I see it." "Try to understand, Kelly." "It's the price I had to pay to concentrate on my art." "You're not an artist." "You're a whore." "And I would have more respect for you if you were sweeping floors." "Professor Haywood?" "What do you want?" "To make peace." "I was hoping that we could come to a private understanding about what happened, and you'd reconsider giving me the grade I deserve." "Private?" "I don't think reporting me to the Ethics Office qualifies as private, do you?" " They called you?" " No." "I got a call from the Condor editor." "She's already working on an article all about me." "But know this: you're the one who's going to suffer." "I didn't do anything." "Well, I welcome a hearing." "I want people to hear every detail about the skimpy little outfits you wear to class." "And the way you flirt with me, suggesting what you might do for me if I give you the right grade." "You came on to me, Professor." "Says the little strumpet." "Believe me, you are going to be humiliated." "That's right, Dean Whitmore, We think so. too." "And I'm glad we agree." "Well, you're welcome to come over and discuss it..." "Valerie, oh, God, I've been looking all over for you." " Susan called Haywood." " I know." "I just came from his office." "But I didn't mention your name." "Listen, I don't care anymore." "I just want to get this guy." "Get your tape recorder out." "I'm talking, whether anybody believes me or not." "Something tells me they will." "Why's that?" "Because we've been on the phone all night, digging into this story." "And at about 1:00 a.m., a whole lot of people came out of the woodwork." "Come in and see for yourself." "All these women are former students of Haywood's." "He tried the same thing on them." "Everybody, this is Valerie Malone." "She's the one who got this ball rolling." "Good for you." "Did he say that you reminded him of his late wife?" "He said that to you, too?" "He said that to all of us." "And now we're going on record." "Connie Shayes is on her way down to take statements from everybody." "And I just got off the phone with Dean Whitmore." "The university has had it with Professor Haywood." "They're going to demand for his resignation today." "So by the time this story is published tomorrow, it's going to have a happy ending." "You guys are amazing." "Power of the press." "I hope you're not crying about yesterday." "No, I'm not." "It's today I'm worried about." "And the next day, and the next day." "I'm scared, Dylan." "I have the most empty feeling inside of me." "Nothing's ever gonna be the same, is it?" "Probably not." "As long as I have you, I don't care." "Well, I promise that I will never let anyone or anything hurt you as long as I live."