Meanwhile, Wyatt is in Jim's study prying open the liquor cabinet. He hides as he hears his father and Candace in the foyer.
"How long have you known my daughter?" Jim asks.
"This semester," Candace says. "I'm sorry that this happened. I had no idea."
Jim tells her that at 7 a.m., they will all have breakfast, and then Candace will leave, never to speak to Amanda again.
"So what you said about wanting to see me again, you didn't mean it?" Candace says.
"No, not like this," Jim says. "I don't know you. You are in my home and among my family. You don't belong here. Now be out of here in the morning. Get out."
Candace says she will—for $100,000 and a sports car. "Or I will burn your little playhouse down."
"Little girl, you have no idea who you're dealing with," Jim says.
"And you have no idea who you're dealing with," she replies.
Candace goes back upstairs. Wyatt has heard everything.