[finding a knife in her purse, laughing in disbelief]
What's this for, Ag? What are you going to do with this?
I... I took it to protect us. From... whoever we were going to meet at the mailbox facility.
Intending to kill that poor old man who you got to publish your book? To protect your little secret?
[Flashback]
I'll take care of it!
Robin will hear you.
Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we? We wouldn't want our son to know the horrible truth about his mother!
She's Topsy Kretts; she wrote the book!
No, it's not true. Now your father's going to put down the knife. Aren't you, Walter?
Tell him the truth.
Walter...
Tell him... how you took the skeleton.
Yes, Isaac and I took the skeleton...
You did?
And I'd do it again! But I did not write the book.
Don't lie! 13 years. 13 years of lies! NO MORE!
Don't do this to us, Walter!
Mom, who wrote the book?
Tell him who wrote it. [whispering] Tell him.
...You wrote the book, Walter.
