Babysitter's Black Book Page #6

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I had hopes, high hopes,

that you were just gonna

go and--why?

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

It's gonna get bad.

It's alleged that

top students

at this beloved high

school are turning tricks

to finance college.

I just got called in.

Does he know?

Everybody knows.

Harper threatened

to ruin me.

She's making good

on that threat.

I am so pissed at you

for getting us dragged into

your Pressman competition.

Pissed at me?

Are you kidding?

What, are you guys gonna

hang this on me now?

No, but if you're

wondering if I'm gonna

tell the truth, I am.

- Are the rumors true?

- Who was involved?

Damn it.

Well, the media's

buzzing around,

phone's ringing off the hook,

parents demanding that I suspend

or expel you,

which I'm not going to do

based on rumors and innuendo

of other students.

But if I get

sufficient evidence...

I find it hard to believe

that the three of you could

have done this.

And I can't stand up

for you if I don't know

what's going on.

Help me help you.

I needed--

It was my idea.

We all needed

money for college

but I got carried away.

I turned Ashley's

tutoring business

into a hooking ring.

Mr. Brown?

Mr. Brown, please,

did they tell Pressman?

You've broken the law.

Pressman is the least

of your worries.

I'm sure you're aware

how serious this is.

The DA wants a formal

investigation

before making a decision

on what charges to file.

Each of you will have a turn

to tell us what happened.

Just tell us the truth,

from the beginning.

So if I got this straight,

this was all Rachel's idea?

Yeah.

But I was already doing

it with Mark Riley.

Mark and Linda hired me

to tutor their kids.

He was...

Nice.

He offered to help me

with my essays.

He knew I was freaked

about college,

that there was no way

I could pay for it.

He offered to help pay

for tuition if--

I wanted to go to Pressman

so badly, so badly.

He said that we would

make each other happy.

Ashley, are you saying

that Mark Riley pushed

you to have sex?

Detective...

I don't know if

I'll ever sleep at night

knowing how much I screwed

up my life

and hurt Linda

and her kids.

Was Mark the only one

who paid you for sex?

- Daddy!

- Daddy!

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Now, stop--stop.

No!

No.

No!

I've asked your parents

to join us

because you have admitted

to being the organizer

of this ring, which makes

you subject to arrest.

Do you still stand by

your previous statement?

She needs to consult

her attorney.

Okay.

If that's how you want

to go, we can drag this out,

arrest your daughter,

put your family through

the circus of a trial.

But if Rachel sticks

to her statement,

we can keep her name out

of the media,

make sure the DA knows

she cooperated,

and she'll

get a good deal.

- Listen--

- Dad, please.

- No, you can't.

- Dad, stop.

Just stop.

You know, everyone was

worried about getting busted.

Weirdly, I--I wasn't.

I never th--I never believed

it could happen, not one time.

I'm not stupid.

I have my whole life

in front of me.

If I thought we'd ever

get caught, I ne--

I never would have done it.

But, Dad, I did.

And even worse,

I dragged my friends into it.

Detective, please place

Miss Foster under arrest.

No. Dad.

Don't worry, sweetie.

We'll get you the best attorney.

I'm so sorry.

Well, we'll

come see you soon.

Rachel, we gotta go.

Okay. What's the deal?

These girls are children,

Mr. Riley.

And you preyed upon

a young woman

in desperate

financial straits.

You exploited her, which in

my book enhances the charges.

- Ashley is not a--

- Save it.

Here are the terms.

You and the other men will

register as sex offenders,

take a course

in sex addiction.

You will also take

a parenting class,

if you wish to stay in

your homes with your children.

Oh, wait. Hold on.

Register as sex offenders?

I'll be disbarred.

For what, consensual sex?

If you break one

of these conditions,

I'll try you

for the rape of a minor.

And you will be put

away for ten years.

Is that clear?

I--

I know what I did

to you and the kids.

I don't expect

to be forgiven for it.

I don't think you

meant to hurt us.

But you did.

You were amazing to me,

encouraging me,

supporting me.

And I have to live with what

I did for the rest of my life.

You know the worst part?

I hate what he took

from you.

And what that did to me

and the kids.

We're getting a divorce.

There's a part of me

that will always love him.

I can't believe we're

not a family anymore.

We're required to report

any change in your

academic status.

Pressman has an honor code,

and you violated it.

They've rescinded

your acceptance.

I worked

my whole life for this.

I saw my future.

Now I see nothing,

just a big black hole

of nothing.

Hofully, you've

learned your lesson.

Now if you'll excuse me.

Uh, did Harper get in

off the waitlist?

She did.

I--this is ridiculous, right?

Rachel goes to jail, but

these guys, these rich guys,

these child rapists,

they go free?

How is that justice?

They could have made us

go through an expensive

and humiliating trial.

I could have gone

to jail instead of a year

of community service.

Four years' probation.

Well, that's not

a problem, Mom.

I don't plan on getting

into any more trouble, ever.

It's over.

I know what I did,

and I know what it cost me.

I just hope you guys

can forgive me.

I don't know if

I'll ever forgive myself.

Hey, we love you.

Okay?

And nothing is

ever gonna change that.

Thank you.

And since we're all

banned from the ceremony,

we decided to bring

graduation to you.

Guess who the grad speaker is.

- Bieber?

- Harper.

Ugh.

Okay, this is

her prime time right now.

It's all downhill

for her after this.

Give me that.

There it is.

Aw.

It should be you up on that

stage getting all the glory.

I'm sorry.

You did not make me

do any of this.

I did it to myself,

but it's done.

You're gonna

be outta here soon,

and we can get

the show on the road.

Absolutely.

Cheers, to a

brighter future.

- Yes.

- Cheers.

Small vanilla soy

latte, no whip.

Thank you.

HI. Can I--

How are you?

You know,

community college.

Woo-hoo.

And a UC?

That's the plan, if

I can sell enough lattes.

God, you look great.

- Oh.

- How's art school?

Totally intimidating.

I'm like the least

talented person there.

Oh, come on.

You always

undersold yourself.

Except when it counted.

You were the only one

who had enough self-respect

to say no to Rachel.

Do you still talk to her?

Only when she

wants a latte.

Janet and I make, you know,

fake plans, but you and I could.

Oh, I go back tomorrow,

but next time.

Absolutely.

- Coffee?

- Yes.

Black?

Yes, you know.

I do.

Oh, hang on.

Please, it's on me.

Really great

to see you, Gilli.

You too, Ash.

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