“Vanessa I want to hear from you,” said Connie, who had earlier revealed she “knew” Vanessa had videos of the MichaelxHayley hookup.
“Basically we were dancing around,” started Vanessa, setting the scene. “We were having a great time. I’m not saying one person started it in the situation, but Michael came in and he was pretty wrecked as well and the things that came out of his mouth, well…”
“He was trying to hook up with you at one point,” interjected Hayley.
Visibly bubbling from the point Hayley walked in, Stacey finally popped, “Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,” she cried.
“He was trying to hook up with you, he was trying to hook up with me. He was flirting with Chris. He had his Tommy Hilfiger jumper on walking around like he was King Dick,” said Hayley, clearly having none of it from Stacey.
Vanessa then added, “He just wanted anyone. The first line that came out of his mouth that started the whole night off the way that it did…”
“To be fair, we’ve had this conversation,” said Stacey coldly, clearly itching to pull out her professional creds (again). “Michael’s not here to defend himself running his name through the dirt.”
“You asked what I saw,” defended Vanessa.
“Did you see Michael and Hayley kiss?” asked Connie, obviously just wanting an answer.
“Yeah. 100 percent,” said Vanessa.
“Apparently you have video evidence,” said Lizzie.
Then Stacey, who’s either ready to audition for Law&Order, or is actually going to pursue a career in law (despite what she said during her home visit to Michael’s mansion), or is perhaps considering retraining as a psychologist, said, “We’re waiting on a video… there’s no video. You’ve told everyone there is a video and there’s no video. You’re a pathological liar now.”
Then came the first bombshell…
“The reason I said there was a video was to try and get Michael to confess to what he did. I made up a white lie… it didn’t work, so.
“This is why I don’t lie! Yep, lesson learned,” said Vanessa, after just admitting she had lied.
“A lot of stuff gets said in anger because you want someone to admit the truth… so you say whatever you can to get that person to fess up.”
“There’s no video. That’s it. If you want to drag his name through the mud, you might want to get him here,” said Stacey, vindicated.
“You’re not credible now,” she said to Vanessa. “When someone lies they’re not credible.”
“Hello, are we listening to the girl that had their tongue down someone’s throat?” asked Hayley, offering some comic relief.
“You’re meant to take a back seat, and you’re not taking it right now,” said Stacey. “Our whole relationship revolves around this woman. And I just don’t want to give it my oxygen, to be honest with you. But you know what? There are a few things I do want to say to her.”
Poppy, who must’ve felt quite confused given when she’d exited the experiment, then asked, “But then why would Hayley make it up? Why does there need to be evidence?”
Wait for it… Wait…
“Because I’m a lawyer!” harped Stacey.
There we have it!
And, as if she’d read all of our minds and she, too, was pretty over Stacey banging on about her law degree, Hayley went nuclear.
“Where did you get your law degree? Out of a cereal box? You’re 25 and have two kids, have you practiced?” she asked Stacey.
“Trying to run away with Michael wasn’t enough. Now she’s trying to belittle me and undermined everything I’ve worked hard for,” Stacey told the camera.
“You’re a bulldog, mate!” Stacey told Hayley.
Then the war of words started…
Hayley: What are you? A child from The Bronx?
Stacey: I’ve just been admitted to the bar. I can’t practice law yet.
Hayley: You’re not a lawyer, darl. You’ve studied.
The prosecution rests...