Margaret Page #14

for having the courtesy to involve

you in these discussions, Lisa,

I would hope you would be

guided by our judgment.

Unless I'm wrong about that.

None of that matters.

Unless I'm wrong about that, just

what is your interest in this?

Because I'm the one

who killed her!

I'm the one who killed her,

but at least I know I did it.

And that guy has no idea!

He is wandering around

blaming everybody else.

All I want is for somebody to let him

know that what he did was wrong.

And if they don't fire

him, and all you want is the money,

and the police

won't do anything,

then how is he

gonna know he's wrong?

You can't take

the deal, Abigail!

It wasn't to

get you any money,

it was because we

wanted to get him fired!

Well, it may not

matter to you,

but where I come from, $350,000

is an awful lot of money

and to my mind is

a positive result

of all this tragedy

and not just negative.

Not just getting

someone fired for one mistake,

no matter

how bad it was.

Shove it up your ass!

Lisa!

You sleazy f***ing lawyer!

And you're a moralistic c*nt!

At this point, I literally

have a zero-tolerance Roger policy.

Good for you. Glad to

hear I'm not the only one.

Hey!

Hey, Lisa.

What's up?

Hey, did you guys know

I had an abortion last week?

No. I didn't know that.

Yeah, it cost $400.

Um... Should I...

No, no, don't go anywhere.

Yeah, don't go anywhere.

Do you want to

tell us about it?

Yeah, I do.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Well...

Do your parents

know about this, Lisa?

Yes.

And have you told

the father, honey?

No. There's a couple

of people it could be.

Well, I think you better

tell them, whoever they are.

No.

No. Never mind,

I mean, I'm sure

he's sorry, anyway,

whichever one he is.

I don't see how that makes any

difference, at all, if he's sorry.

That doesn't matter.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't

have brought this up.

Please don't tell anyone.

We're not

gonna tell anyone.

But you're gonna have to tell

whoever it could be.

It's okay, I...

I gotta go-

It doesn't matter

about the father

because the whole

thing was my fault.

I'm sorry.

What was that?

Mom's looking for you.

What for?

She thinks you're going out

with her tonight.

Where are we going?

I don't know.

Don't get run over.

Wait.

What?

I want to see

if that's him.

It's him, Mom.

That's the one.

Hey.

Well, so far it's not the

greatest opera I ever heard.

What do you mean?

It's okay.

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