Harlan Coben's Lazarus

Who were you with that night, Billy?

Jenna?

What?

You lied about that night.

You kissed Billy.

What?

No, um--

You kissed Billy.

Uh, j-just give me a minute, uh--

Stop lying.

I-I'm not lying, I-I…

I don't remember it all.

It's…

Uh, it's-it's like b-bits and pieces and I hate--

What exactly happened?

I was drunk.

I must've blacked out or something, and…

I kissed Billy.

Billy?

You sick, sick bastard.

I remember that bit.

I know-- I know that happened because…

I remember Sutton catching us, and…

The look on her face, it was…

That was the reason she left the ball.

Un-fucking-believable.

Laz, I was young. I was…

You were old enough to know the difference between right and wrong, Jenna!

I already hate myself, all right?

And then…

Then I-I must've followed Sutton home because I was in my room when--

Laz.

I-I heard you scream.

Wait, wait, wait, w--

You…

You were home when…

You were in the house when she was killed.

Yeah. I must've been.

Oh, my God.

But I-I didn't see or… or hear anything, I-I just…

I, uh…

When I came out of my room, y-you…

you must've already gone to get Dad because that's, uh…

…that's when I saw…

No.

Sutton, please wake up.

There was so much blood.

Then I-I remember being outside, and…

and I must've gone to get help.

Then I-I came back home again and…

the police were already here.

And-and I'd already washed my…

my, uh…

I-I'm sorry I never told you, Laz, I just, I…

I couldn't say it out loud.

No. No, you can't do that.

I'm sorry, Laz, please, I--

-I'm not listening to this. -Wait.

I don't see how we move past this.

I mean, how-how…

How could she not fucking tell me?

Laz, people have their reasons for doing these things.

I know you still like her, mate, but come on.

What she did was wrong.

It was, I agree.

It's just…

If she hasn't told anyone what actually happened that night,

maybe for her, it doesn't feel real.

Sometimes you just have to tell yourself a story.

No. No, that's just a posh way of justifying lying.

Also, when did you become introspective?

Hey, I've gotten hidden profundity, okay?

And where did you learn that word?

Tweet.

She let me blame myself for years because I didn't follow Sutton home,

because I stayed behind with Bella.

I had to comfort her, she was distraught.

Over a stupid teenage drama.

Meanwhile, Jenna was the whole reason that Sutton left in the fucking first place.

Oh, my God.

Do you-- do you see her?

-Yeah. Yeah, I see her, she's pretty hot. -So she's definitely real.

Wait, did you see her as a ghost?

Are your ghosts hot now?

"I see hot people."

Can't be her. It can't be.

Do you know what, Laz? I think I'm gonna go home, mate.

It can't be.

This was fun, though.

Yeah, yeah, we should take my company for granted more often.

-Oh, hi. -Hi.

Uh, I would like to apologise.

No need, really.

Oh, uh, um--

-Well, c-can I at least, uh… -Oh, no.

Oh, no, I've got it.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Yeah, um, my father just died

and I'm not telling you that to…

get sympathy, I'm telling you because…

the Dr Lazarus you booked your appointment with was, um, him.

Not me.

I know.

I looked you up after our session.

Or, I looked up your father.

-Okay. -I'm really sorry for your loss.

But also, you were…

pretending to be him? I…

Um, a bit of explanation.

First off, I am a psychiatrist.

Um, second off, I wasn't pretending to be him, really.

Um, it-it's just that…

some of my dad's patients have been

dropping by to…

talk to me, not him.

Oh.

You're not still…

looking to make an appointment with, um…

No, I see, I see, you are--

You're moving on to another therapist, okay.

Even though you made a very…

memorable first impression.

Any chance you'd let me make a second?

Mum left me her home.

Up on Lyntall Street, at the top, with this great view.

And this hideous front door.

Every colour under the sun with wee flowers all over it.

-That sounds, uh… -"Atrocious"

I think is the adjective you're searching for.

Atrocious, yes.

I think she just liked pissing off the neighbours.

Anyway, I said to myself,

I'd stay there just while cleaning out her things.

And, um, and that was… oh, two years ago.

Two years. Huh.

So, in two years' time I can expect to still feel messed up over this grief?

See, my-- In my head, I-I was gonna bounce back faster.

Yeah.

It, uh…

It doesn't work that way.

Margot.

Fuck…

Uh…

I know that you know.

What?

Kn-Know what, exactly?

I do appreciate you trying to spare my feelings, Dr L.

But it's time to admit there's a real problem.

With Billy, I mean.

Yes.

Um…

With Billy.

He needs… professional help.

I wish it could be you who helps him, but…

he'd sooner crawl under a rock and die.

Because he's dating your daughter.

And he's so excited for the dance next week, by the way.

Ye--

Maybe, uh…

Billy and Sutton shouldn't go

to the dance. I mean,

maybe we could get

Billy help sooner, and, uh…

You think we should tell two teenagers

they're not allowed to do something all their friends are doing?

Anyway, I just wanted to…

formally apologise for Billy's behaviour.

Margot, what exactly

did Billy do?

Billy's been hanging around this building.

In the corridors.

The toilets.

Waiting.

Watching your patients.

He stole my pass to get in.

He's just been so…

…dark lately.

I should go.

No, uh, Margot, that's not necessary.

I won't let anyone get hurt, Dr L.

I promise.

Hurt?

By Billy.

No, Margot.

Hello, you've reached Margot MacIntyre.

Please leave a message.

Fuck! Fuck.

Margot?

Margot?

Margot?

Oh, geez!

-Oh, fuck. Jesus! -What are you doing?

What do you mean, what am I doing? What-what are you doing?

I saw you break in.

What, so you thought you'd break in, too?

Yeah.

What are you even doing around here?

I was on my bike, and I saw you

as I passed by.