#frida goth

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Later that day...

[FRIDA] I only have a few minutes before I need to get back to work, Hank. What did you want to talk about?

[HANK] <speaking quietly> Gunther needs an answer from you, Frida. He needs to know if you’re going to help him protect Sunset Valley from those who threaten it… if you’re going to help him protect the Goth legacy.

[FRIDA] I want my brother to be safe, and I’m sorry he somehow roped you into all this—whatever this is—but I want no part in these games between the Goths, Landgraabs, and Altos. I’m leaving, Hank. It was a mistake to ever return to Sunset Valley.

[HANK] <sighs> Frida… I’m telling you this as friend, not as a cop… you’re still a suspect in Erik Darling’s murder. If you leave town, you could make things even worse for yourself… it’ll make you look guilty. If you stay, you might be able to help us make Sunset Valley a better place, and we’ll prove your innocence.

[HANK] As a Goth, you’re uniquely positioned to have a real impact in this town. You might not realize it because you’ve never embraced your family’s legacy, but your name carries a lot of weight here. You were born with power and influence that most of us can only wish we had.

[FRIDA] I’m sorry, but my mind is made up. I’ve already informed Nick Alto that I need to speak with him at the end of my shift. I’m quitting the diner, and I’m leaving.

[FRIDA] Xander is gone—he thinks I’m some “dark cloud” and wants nothing to do with me. Pauline betrayed me. And my family has contributed plenty to corruption in this town. I don’t think the Goth legacy is worth saving, Hank. I can’t stay here.

[HANK] <sighs> Well, if you change your mind… I’ve gotten both you and Gunther burner phones. I’m passing it to you under the table… it already has his number in it. And… could you at least consider calling Pauline back… please? She never meant to hurt you—

[EMMA HATCH] Hey, Frida? Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow you for a sec? I don’t want to make a scene or anything, but… since you’re family, I figured…

[FRIDA] What is it, what happened?

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[CONNOR] Well this should be interesting.

[JARED] Ah, shit. Madison, this isn’t what you think it is.

<drops>

[MADISON] Jared, you promised me there was nothing going on between you two. Now she’s standing in your house half-naked.

[FRIDA] What? I’m just wearing a short skirt—

[MRS VOORHEES] <purring>

[MADISON] <gasps> Et tu, Mrs. Voorhees? You told me she hated everyone, Jared! She never let me hold her.

[MADISON] I think this empire has fallen.

[JARED] Madison, wait. Let’s just have a rational conversation real quick—and Mrs. Voorhees makes her own choices, I have no say in them, you know that—

<door slams shut>

[awkward silence]

[CONNOR] Er… shall we make Bloody Marys?

[FRIDA] Coming here was a mistake… and I only put this on because I got cold in the night. I feel like I ruined everything.

[CONNOR] Don’t worry, Frida. Jared is perfectly capable of sabotaging his own relationships with or without your assistance.

11 [CONNOR] Back so soon, brother? Has she finally had enough of her… <talks in a sultry voice> sexy, ginger gladiator?

[JARED] <growls> She crossed over to the beach, so I couldn’t talk to her.

[CONNOR] Ah, clever girl, Madison. You see, Frida, Jared believes he’s cursed, so he can’t step foot on the beach anymore. But maybe you can help me disabuse my brother of this silly little superstition. After all, you didn’t die; he managed to get to you in time—

[FRIDA] Huh? What is he talking about, Jared?

[JARED] It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. He writes books about wizards and shit—no one knows what he’s talking about half the time.

[FRIDA] Um, all right, well I’m going to go talk to her. So… I guess this is goodbye. I’ve decided to put in my notice at the diner today. I’ll have left Sunset Valley by the time you come back to work from your leave of absence. There’s… nothing left keeping me here.

[JARED] Nothing left, huh? So you’re not cut out to slum it with us peasants after all. I was right all along—you really are just a spoiled rich girl.

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 [CONNOR FRIO] Thanks, brother! Wow, Eggs Benedict? You only make this on special occasions or if you’re trying to impress someone.

[CONNOR] Wait a second… who exactly is downstairs in your room right now? I thought you were breaking up with Madison. Please don’t tell me it’s Claire—

[JARED] What the hell are you talking about? I make this dish all the time. It’s not Madison, and it’s not Claire, all right? And anyways, I can’t “break up” with Madison, because we’re not actually together.

[CONNOR] Hmm, interesting. I’d hazard a guess and say her latest Simstagram post suggests otherwise. You might want to clear this up before your little sleepover last night blows up in your face.

[JARED] <checks phone> Oh fuck.

[Madison’s Simstagram post caption]: Everyone’s talking about how often men think of Rome, but all I want to talk about is getting conquered by my sexy ginger gladiator…

[JARED] Whatever. It’s not going to blow up in my face, because Madison’s not going to find out. Besides, we have a very convenient arrangement… Don’t fix it if it ain’t broke, you know?

[FRIDA] Um… good morning.

[CONNOR] Frida Goth is the girl from last night? Ah, I see… hence the Eggs Benedict.

[JARED] <grunts incoherently>

[FRIDA] Hello, cutie pie! You want to be held?

[JARED] Careful, it’s probably a trap. She doesn’t let anyone but me or Connor pick her up—

[sound of door opening]

 [MADISON VANWATSON[ Good morning, boys! I brought supplies for Bloody Marys—

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--The Frio Residence--

<drooling>

[JARED] <talking in a goofy voice> Who’s a pretty girl… you’re the prettiest, aren’t you? And you know it, too, you sassy little biatch.

[FRIDA] <groans> The FUCK you just say to me? Ughhh my head.

[JARED] I found Mrs. Voorhees sleeping on the bed with you. You should feel flattered. She usually hates anyone else who tries to sleep in my bed. And I’ve had a lot of people in my bed—

[FRIDA] Yeah, yeah, all right, I get it… So I really did come to your house last night and make an absolute fool of myself, didn’t I? I was hoping that was a bad dream.

[JARED] Yup, you sure did. <talks in a goofy voice again> The little Goth princess over here can’t handle her liquor, can she, Mr.s Voorhees? No she can’t! She’s a sloppy drunk, isn’t she? Yes she is!

[FRIDA] This is literally the happiest I’ve ever seen you. You could at least pretend not to take so much joy in my humiliation.

[JARED] Nah, it’s too good. I’m absolutely going to use this whole thing against you somehow at work, such as when you refuse to listen to me.

[FRIDA] You didn’t seem to mind "this whole thing” when I was straddling you.

[JARED] <clears throat> Uh yeah, anyways, why don’t you come upstairs and grab some grub before it gets cold? You must be famished after all that vomiting you did last night.

[FRIDA] Oh no… I don’t remember that part very well…

[JARED] That tracks. Come upstairs when you’re ready, ok?

[JARED] Nice shirt, by the way.

[FRIDA] <sighs> Twelve missed calls from Pauline… goddammnit, leave me alone, traitor… <small gasp> voicemail from Xander?

[XANDER’s voice]: Yo, Frida, it’s me. I have really bad service [--garbled words--]…. leave town for a bit ---- blame yourself…. ---- bullshit ----- I also wanted to say ----- can’t talk anymore ----- You’re this dark cloud ----- you’re ----- not for me. Bye, Frida.

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[JARED] Shit, Goth. You’re even more wasted than I thought. Well, that explains a lot.

[FRIDA] <burps> uuuughhh. I can’t get up.

[FRIDA] I should go home now…

[JARED] Yeah, that’s not happening. You think I’m going to let you wander out there in this state? Jesus, I had no idea you were such a lush.

[FRIDA] I’m going to barf on your perfectly chiseled jawline…

[JARED] <laughs> I’d really prefer it if you didn’t do that.

[JARED] So… I’ll be sleeping upstairs on the couch if you need anything. And I’ll grab a bucket in case you’re going to be sick. Bathroom is down the hall.

[FRIDA] I don’t want to be alone. Can’t you stay here with me? <hiccups> Please.

[JARED] I don’t really think that’s a good idea. Maybe you should rest up, and we’ll talk in the morning about what the hell this was all about.

[FRIDA] I didn’t come here to talk. Bastard. I can’t believe even you turned me down.

[JARED] “Even me”? Cool… I love it when drunk girls show up to my house late at night and start insulting me… For fuck’s sake, are you crying now?

[FRIDA] I’m sorry. <sobs> I’m broken. I know I am. And now my brother… he wants me to save the Goth legacy. But the Goths are bad people. <hiccups> I think I’m a bad person, too.

[JARED] You’re not a bad person, Frida. You’re just… annoying. There’s a difference.

[FRIDA] Everyone I care about lies to me, abandons me, or dies. <hiccups> I have no one. I’m tired of being alone. I’m tired of trying. <sobs>

[JARED] Jesus Christ. Okay, come here, you little drunkard. I’ll stay here until you fall asleep. Just… please stop crying. I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do when girls cry.

A little while later…