Breaking the Girls Page #4
Do you know what it says on her
death certificate still to this day?
Natural causes.
That's it.
This is Sara, leave a message.
- What are you doing?
- I just couldn't sleep.
I started reading about
Alex's family. Take a look at this.
David Layton, single, sexy and
rich beyond your wildest dreams.
Playboy seems to have a penchant
for rich women.
It must have been
before he married Nina.
- What are you looking for exactly?
- Answers, I guess.
I need to know that you believe
that I didn't kill anyone.
I'm just trying
to figure stuff out.
I mean, look what I found out
about Alex's mom.
Sophie Layton dies in a tragic accident.
Grieving daughter suffers breakdown.
That can't be right. Alex told me
that her mom committed suicide.
Yeah, well, there's more.
Investigation into
questionable circumstances
revolving around
Sophia Layton's death.
There's a swim pool, possible pills and
alcohol in her system. No witnesses.
Now it makes sense.
Take a look at that.
Sophie Layton is said to be
worth $ 50 million
Money is transferred to her
husband of three years, David Layton.
So maybe, David killed
Alex's mom for the money?
God, if that was true,
and I was Alex then...
I wouldn't be hating Nina,
I'd be hating David.
Why would she want you to kill Nina?
That doesn't make any sense.
I don't know.
Look Sara, we have to go to the police.
I don't think we have any other options.
I can't. Alex has evidence
that places me at the scene.
And my fingerprints are all
over Brooke's necklace.
- Is Sara with you?
- F***ing Alex.
Hold on a sec.
Come home!
Okay, this is crazy.
I have to face her.
I have an idea and
I think it will work.
Good morning.
I was worried about you at first.
But then I realized you
must be saving Eric's bed.
I'm sorry I didn't call.
Going to Brooke's funeral
yesterday really freaked me out,
I just needed some time to think.
It's funny.
I didn't peg Eric for the type
of guy to f*** a new girl
the same day his
old girl is turned into dirt.
It's not like that.
Well, I need you...
but clearly you don't need me,
since you've got him now, so...
I guess I'll just
have to do this alone.
Eric and I aren't together.
It was never really like that
with me and him.
I was just so confused.
But I think you know
how I felt all along.
Just been so scared to go there
with you. Like really go there.
- You really feel that way?
- Yeah.
I'm so happy that Brooke is gone
and that you did that for me.
Now it's my turn.
I'm so happy we get
to do this together.
Today is perfect.
Nina will be alone at the house.
It's open.
- Here's the gun.
- You just keep this thing lying around?
I stole it from
Nina that day.
You won't disappoint
me now, will you?
- No.
- Good.
Here's what you do.
Detective Ross.
She's headed where?
Okay, calm down.
We're on our way.
Hello?
Nina, is that you?
I have to talk to you
about Alex. Hello?
Freeze!
- I didn't do this.
- Put your hands above your head, Sara.
I just walked in.
Stop talking and put your
hands above your head.
I swear to God I didn't do this.
No, you have to believe me.
- I didn't know...
- Let's go, Sara.
- No. You have to believe me.
- Come on.
I just got here.
I don't know what's going on.
Please, I just found him.
I was with my stepmother, Nina.
We went shopping
and spent the night
at the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Of course, your stepmother
can corroborate this.
Of course.
Thank you for tipping us off
as to Sara's whereabouts.
Can you think of any reason that Sara
Ryan would want your stepfather dead?
But, I'm confused.
Don't you have all the evidence
that you need to convict her?
Well, we have her
at the scene of the crime,
And we have the murder weapon,
but what we don't have is a motive.
I think I might know of the motive.
When Sara and I first met,
we kissed and stuff.
It was just innocent, you know?
Fun, whatever.
But then she became obsessed.
- Can you be a little more specific?
- She wanted to move in.
Which was fine, because you know
she didn't have a place to stay,
But then she started acting
like my wife or something.
Asking my whereabouts,
making sexual advances all the time.
And she kept talking about Brooke,
and how she was responsible for
losing her scholarship
and she was there when
David and I got in a big fight.
But we always fought, and just made up.
That's how we were.
She was so mad at him though.
She did say that if Brooke and
David were out of the way
That we could be happy.
And all David's money
would be ours.
But it's all my fault.
If I had just told her that David
cut me out of his will then
maybe she wouldn't have killed him.
Why didn't you come forward
with this after Brooke's death?
I guess I just did not want
to believe it was true, you know?
May I have some water, please?
- What the f*** Sara?
- I had to warn Nina.
I couldn't see
somebody else get hurt.
- You should have not have gone there.
- I know, just hear me out, okay?
I think Alex and her stepmom Nina
are trying to frame me.
- Really?
- Yes.
I think that Alex coming to the bar that
night, that wasn't just a chance meeting.
Alex and Nina planned that.
Alex made friends with me...
so she could have somebody
Wait, I don't get it. I thought
Alex wanted you to kill Nina.
Yeah, that's what she
wanted me to think.
So that when I went to do it,
I'd be walking into a trap.
Do you really think those two
are actually capable of all that?
For $50 million, Eric, people are capable
of doing anything. Especially Alex.
When David cut her out of the will,
she felt betrayed.
Nina was her only way in.
If we could somehow find a way to get
Alex to think that Nina betrayed her...
No, what we need to do is get help.
We're gonna walk down the hallway,
and get Detective Ross on board.
That's what we have to do.
It's a great idea.
Excuse me?
My name is Nina Layton.
Sara Ryan asked to see me?
This wine is so good.
I have more in the cellar.
I'll go get it.
Hey Nina, It was great seeing you today.
Let's keep talking. Sara
of those close talkers, and...
He kept getting in my face,
and his breath was gross.
Not fun.
Did you go anywhere else
besides the flower guy today?
Just met with the minister,
and went to the funeral home...
you know, made arrangements.
Don't lie to me.
What are you talking about?
Did you see Sara Ryan today?
Why would you do that, Nina?
What could you possibly have
to talk to Sara Ryan about?
I had to see her to see
if they have anything on us.
Which they don't.
They don't have anything at all.
And you didn't tell me?
You're worried about me?
How do you think it makes me feel
to see you drooling all over Sara?
- That wasn't exactly part of our plan.
- I'm acting, Nina.
I'm a good actress.
It's just a performance.
Yeah, so is me going to see Sara.
- Are you f***ing me over?
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