Simon: Don't bother, Nicole. We already know the truth.
Nicole: What truth? What are you talking about?
Simon: That boot print you found in the woods? Was that to give Maddie's mother hope or let yourself off the hook?
Nicole: I don't know what you're talking about.
Simon: You sent Anderson that video and blackmailed him. Didn't you? Why? Why'd you need the money?
Nicole: Simon, you're seriously having some kind of breakdown. You need meds.
Simon: Buying those Horror-Con tickets, helping Maddie's mom pass out missing flyers at homecoming, leaving the dance to "help" her, was that all about creating some kind of smokescreen? So what really happened? How did you get out of that boiler room alive, but Maddie didn't? What did you need the money for? Huh? So you could split town?
Nicole: No, you asshоlе. So I could be with you. And Maddie. I needed the money so I could move to Chicago and be near your frickin' college.
Simon: What? Why, the art schools you're applying to are in Chicago.
Nicole: Yeah, and I can't get into either one of them.
Simon: You don't know that.
Nicole: When I showed them my portfolio, both admissions counselors said there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell I was getting a scholarship. They basically said my portfolio sucked, and there's no fսcking way my parents are gonna pay for me to go to Chicago and hang out with my friends. We don't have that kind of money. Did you actually believe I could ever intentionally hurt Maddie? I mean, yeah, I stole the teacher's number, but I did that so I could keep us together, not tear us apart. But I screwed up, okay? I didn't know Maddie was the only one who had Mr. Anderson's number. How was I supposed to know that? I spent weeks thinking I was the reason she got hurt. You should've said something.
Simon: Why didn't you tell Maddie and I about that portfolio review?
Nicole: And give you more reasons to think I'm pathetic? No, thanks.
Simon: Nicole. Can I ask you something? Where's the money? If you turn it in to the police, they'll know Mr. South doesn't have it. We'll be closer to finding out what really happened to Maddie. Nicole, that money could help a man prove his innocence.
Claire: I'm thirsty, my slushy's melting, and... I'm hearing you call your son a loser.
Xavier: Claire.
Claire: Last time I checked, a "loser" is an insecure bully who gets his kicks by intimidating people. For the record, your son doesn't fall under that definition. Can I have my slushie, please?
Xavier: Yeah.
Claire: Thanks. Now maybe you can take me home. My parents don't like for me to be out after dark. They don't think this town's a safe place anymore.
