The future depresses me. Why is that? Because I can't see things improving. One minute Conrad's wanting to repair the damage, and the next moment he's inflicting it. How so? By accusing me of ridiculous things that aren't even worth mentioning. Infidelity? He knows better than to try that one after his recent track record. What are you thinking about? The past. If I promise to be good, will you please let me see my dad? No, because you'd only be pretending to be good, just like your dad pretended to be a good father. He was a good father. You know the truth. Please don't leave me in here. I promise I'll be a good girl. You'd just be pretending. People who aren't who they claim to be, Amanda, are very, very dangerous. You would be wise to remember that. No! Please don't leave me. Help me out! Get me out!