i can't tell you.
i didn't do it! i walked in, saw my husband lying on the floor, bent down to check his heart, screamed my head off and chutney and enrique ran inside.
why would i kill my husband?
then show them a picture of his cock. they might put a few things together.
i can't give you that. and if you put me on the stand, i'll lie.
go to hell.
are we done for today?
hey -- i know you.
well, thank god one of you has a brain.
i ' m glad it's you and not donovan.
he better be, for what i ' m paying him. elle pushes her basket forward.
you're an angel. elle squirms in her seat.
elle, i can't. you don't understand.
it's so shameful.
that's just it -- it would ruin me!
i have made my fortune on my ability to teach women how to perfect their bodies with the brooke's butt buster workout.
on the day of heyworth's murder, i was -- she snorts back a sob.
-- getting liposuction. elle gasps.
i ' m a fraud! but it's not like normal people can have this ass! if my fans knew, i ' d lose everything. i've already lost my husband. i rather be in jail then lose my reputation!
i'm not having an affair with enrique -- you know a delta gamma would never sleep with a man who wears a thong! i just liked watching him bend over to clean the f i lt e r --
what's going on?
he did leave a cher tape in the pool house once -- donovan scoffs.
is he always such an ass?
he thinks i ' m guilty, doesn't he?
to me it is. he doesn't trust me. why should i trust him? emmett thinks for a moment. then looks at brooke.
get up.
you're fired. i have new representation.
i don't think you heard me. you're fired. she's my lawyer.
absolutely. as donovan sits, margot leans over.
because she is brilliant.