Walter Sparrow:
You're Topsy Kretts...
Agatha Sparrow:
[Flashback]
He may not even be a man.
[Present]
Agatha Sparrow:
Please don't make me do this...
Walter Sparrow:
Do what, Ag? Why'd you do this?
[dumps out her purse]
Walter Sparrow:
Who am I LIVING WITH?
Walter Sparrow:
[finding a knife in her purse, laughing in disbelief]
What's this for, Ag? What are you going to do with this?
Agatha Sparrow:
I... I took it to protect us. From... whoever we were going to meet at the mailbox facility.
Walter Sparrow:
Intending to kill that poor old man who you got to publish your book? To protect your little secret?
Agatha Sparrow:
[Flashback]
I'll take care of it!
Walter Sparrow:
[Present]
He was ALIVE before you sent us away!
Agatha Sparrow:
Robin will hear you.
Walter Sparrow:
Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we? We wouldn't want our son to know the horrible truth about his mother!
Robin Sparrow:
[walks in]
Mom? Dad? What's going on?
Walter Sparrow:
She's Topsy Kretts; she wrote the book!
Agatha Sparrow:
No, it's not true. Now your father's going to put down the knife. Aren't you, Walter?
Walter Sparrow:
Tell him the truth.
Agatha Sparrow:
Walter...
Walter Sparrow:
Tell him... how you took the skeleton.
Agatha Sparrow:
Yes, Isaac and I took the skeleton...
Robin Sparrow:
You did?
Agatha Sparrow:
And I'd do it again! But I did not write the book.
Walter Sparrow:
Don't lie! 13 years. 13 years of lies! NO MORE!
Agatha Sparrow:
Don't do this to us, Walter!
Robin Sparrow:
Mom, who wrote the book?
Walter Sparrow:
Tell him who wrote it.
Walter Sparrow:
[whispering]
Tell him.
Agatha Sparrow:
...You wrote the book, Walter.
