Easton Royal

Er ist mein Bruder! Willst du über meine Mutter reden? Reed! Hör auf, East! Hör auf, man! Hör auf! Relax, Reed! Du hast ihn, okay? Du bist fertig!

Oh, gute Idee. Dann werden die Jury denken, dass ich ein gewalttätiger Verbrecher bin, der nicht öffentlich sein kann, ohne physisch zu werden.

Dann glaube ich, dass ich verurteilt werde.

Was meinst du?

Vielleicht verdiene ich alles, was mir passiert ist. Vielleicht sollte ich verurteilt werden. Sag das nicht. Was auch immer. Ich liebe dich, Reed. Ich weiß, das ist unglaublich schwierig, aber du musst aus Problemen bleiben. Bitte.

No one cares about ditching at the Cove.

Of course you have.

Another good reason to not get caught.

I can list my favorite parts of the female form. Number one, the eyes. Easton, please. You don't want to hear about the beauty of women? Oh, who's the misogynist now, Ella?

I'll figure it out one day. I, um... I think I'm gonna join a group therapy thing.

Yeah, it's for teens with substance abuse issues. I know my dad wanted to send me to military school. Then, after I OD'd, he wanted to send me to rehab, but that sounds lame as fuck, and I'd miss my car, so... Group therapy it is! I did some googling and my first meeting's next week.

Nah.

Don't tell him or Reed yet, okay? And don't look so misty-eyed. It's not a big deal. I just don't want to mess up Reed's trial by going off the deep end again. And I'm still trying to win over Nova. Nice girls love therapy.

That's less compelling.

Like a shopping mall. Brooke would've loved that.

Will you go into that big room? The one with the giant Jesus statue?

Jesus would have hated sobriety. What? It's not like he turned that water into La Croix.

We're not pariahs, Ella. We're allowed to be here.

Good point. Give me that.

Oh, I'm gonna miss making fun of her. Do you think she liked it? A little bit?

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You both should be rooting for me here. Didn't you hear her say that she's sober too? This is exactly the motivation I need to get my act together.

Oops. I'm surprised she didn't melt like the Wicked Witch of the West. Here, let's move her to the couch.

No, I think I'm right. Changing for other people is fine.

You want that with poison or without? Easton. What? Reed's on trial, so now we can't have fun anymore? Whatever.

Hi, excuse me. I got you a water if you want it detached.

Well, that was all bullshit. Language. Sorry. It was claptrap and poppycock.

Whoa, Ella hates her dad.

I don't want Reed to know I'm in here.

I want you to skip class with me later today.

Brooke's funeral is this afternoon, remember?

And you're gonna listen to him? I thought you'd want to find the real killer.

I won't. I'm not the one sleeping with him.

Who was that?

I need more information. What does she like? What's her favorite flower? Is she free this Saturday night?

Excuse me? You both should be rooting for me here. Didn't you hear her say that she's sober too? This is exactly the motivation I need to get my act together.

No, I think I'm right. Changing for other people is fine. All right, are we gonna put some towels down or what? Do you think Nova could see my abs from over here? Ah, I should've brought oil.

Brooke's funeral is this afternoon, remember?

And you're going to listen to him?

Damn! How'd I end up at the supermodel convention?

I saw your snap story. Did you seriously sneak out of the house to avoid your own father?

Oh, yeah. But if I have to walk the slow, tedious path of sobriety and honesty and all those disgustingly wholesome values, you do too.

I was at the library.

I was smoking weed with the guys. I'm California sober. Weed only.

You... Hi.

I... Hi.

Hi.

Ella! Cockblock connoisseur. Are you here to offer me an abstinence pledge or something? You wanna invite me to a youth group?

Savannah broke up with me, and now I have to live like a Quaker?

Ugh, fine. I will walk the straight and narrow path because of Reed. And because of the dirty little crush you have on me.

I am back, baby.

No. Shit. Come on.

Yeah.

Stop. Stop. What are you going to do? Break him out of those cuffs? Steal a cop car?

It's not your fault. It's not.

I need more information. What does she like? What's her favorite flower? Is she free this Saturday night? I know we just met, Ella, but I am committed to looking after you from now on.

I'm way too good-looking to be an addict. My skin is glowing.

A man in a suit was arguing with her on the terrace. I didn't see his face. Brooke was tough to get along with.

I took two measly shots. The bartender's into me. They were pity shots. Anyway, hours of police questioning has sobered me up, as well as the... murder. Sorry, alleged murder. How long have you been standing here watching Reed talk to the police?

I've never been broken up with so nicely, especially by someone so naturally mean.

One of the caterers had a view of the terrace over at his station. Said he saw a physical altercation, but he was too far away to help.

Nothing, Elle.

We'll leave as soon as Reed is done.

You nervous?

Why? Because all of us have been actively plotting Brooke's downfall for months and we broke into her house and uncovered her deepest, darkest secrets?

Come on. My dad plays golf with the meanest criminal defense lawyers to ever graduate from Harvard Law. Reed looks like Captain America. You're pretty and an actual orphan. We're not the kind of people who end up in jail.

Sure, I partied a little too hard. It happens. This is Malibu. I'm a fucking 17-year-old millionaire. What do people expect from me?

Yeah.

Brooke clearly took a sex tape of her and dad. It's horrible, disgusting. And then she had it edited so Ella's face is on Brooke's body, so it looks like Ella and dad were in bed together.