All language subtitles for School Spirits (2023) - S01E07 - Séance Anything (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 Ghost)_Track03

Previously on "School Spirits."

We know she's blackmailing
Anderson for grades, right?

When they got that video,
they freaked,

and if Anderson didn't do it--
- Then Claire definitely did.

Pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow.

- You don't want me to drive?
- I want to drive.

Someone took that video, Nicole.

It doesn't matter
who took the video.

You look amazing.

I didn't hurt Maddie.

I don't know what happened
to her, but it wasn't me.

We've traced the object
to a person of interest.

- Who?
- Roger South?

Nicole,
did you even try honking?

You were supposed to give me
a ride this morning.

To school?
Remember?

I had stuff to do. Sorry.

I figured.
You were AWOL all weekend.

Didn't answer a single text.

I had an application
deadline, okay?

So the video statement was due,
my portfolio looks like

it was slapped together
by a third grader, so.

I hear you.

I have an interview
with a Northwestern alum

during my free today,
and my socks don't even match,

but I'm hoping she gets it.

Gets what?

We're all
a little distracted.

Nicole, they found a weapon.

Now they're trying to tell us
that our best friend

was murdered by the janitor
for a sack of cash?

- Yeah.
- Which makes no sense.

Mr. South?

Mr. South
wouldn't even kill an ant.

There's a frickin' army of them
living in the language lab.

I've seen him
leave them wet lollipops.

What's Maddie's mom think?
She think you did it?

Weren't you there
when she found out?

Yeah, but she's upset.

What would you
expect her to be?

Uh, skeptical.

Like the rest of us.

Hmm.

FYI, you're a very impressive
third grader.

I mean, I'm impressed.

Uh--

And a little concerned.

Damn, she knew
you took all these?

I took a bunch of you, too.
You're just not photogenic.

Yeah, but this is intense.

I mean, it's cool.

It's just a lot of Maddie,
Maddie, Maddie, Maddie,

Maddie, Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.

What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

Hey.

Breathe.
Stop doubting yourself, okay?

If admissions asks
why you're obsessed,

say you worshipped her.

Tell 'em she taught you
how to parallel park.

Serving on a jury
is really an honor.

The juries must listen
to both sides

and make an informed decision
based on facts,

not opinions or gossip
overheard in the elevator.

And when our living seniors
perform mock trial,

we get to see justice
in action.

It's powerful, holding someone
else's fate in your hands.

Mock Trial not only
gives us a chance

to shadow the current senior
class participants--

Oh!

Yes?
Charlie, you have a question?

Yeah.

Did you ever do anything
to really piss him off?

Who?

The janitor.

- Never.
- Oh, come on.

Maybe it happened during, like
one of those blackout periods.

Charlie.

Well, no.

I mean, I had to black out,
like, all of eighth grade.

I mean, I really had to.

I didn't grow a single
armpit hair until ninth.

I started to tape
my real head hair to armpit.

It was really bad.

Okay, if we could just focus
on Mock Trial?

Mr. Martin, I'm sorry.
Nobody wants to do this at all.

Not after last year's case.
That was a snoozefest.

Well, then we can
make up our own case

and I ask you fine people questions.

I've got lots of them.

Okay, well, I'm guessing

none of them will help me
unlock a repressed memory,

so I'm outta here.
- Maddie.

I'm not into dead person extracurriculars.

Maddie, sit.

Or being talked to
like a cockapoo.

I'm--

please, please.

Okay, everyone here
feels your pain.

What we don't know
often controls us,

but we have to resist.

- Resist?
- Yes.

An innocent man
may go down for killing me,

and I don't even have
any memories to help him.

I don't even have
another suspect to point to.

I've been here for weeks,

and I still don't know
what happened to me.

Maybe that's the way
it's supposed to be.

Rhonda, can you just stop
piling on?

I'm not piling on, Moose.

Sometimes, our brains
erase trauma to protect us.

Who's gonna protect
Mr. South?

Whether your memory
returns or not,

you're not in a position
to help the accused, Maddie.

We have no influence over
what happens in that world.

Do we?

Do we have any sway
over a living person?

Is there something we're
not sharing with the group?

Uh, speaking
of repressed memories--

We're not.

Well, we can, so I will.

Did a little research
on my own, and it turns out

our library has
a bodacious selection

of psych books.

Who knew, right?
It's crazy. Okay.

In this book, there's a chapter
about how to retrieve memory

through triggers,
like, you know,

taste and smell and touch.

Um--

We're gonna help you get
through this, Maddie. Okay?

We're all gonna figure it out.
- Thank you, Wally.

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm long gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ Don't you forget ♪

♪ Don't forget me
when I'm gone ♪

♪ I can remember ♪

♪ When we were young ♪

♪ You kissed
the devil's lips ♪

♪ Just for fun ♪

♪ Her name cracks in ♪

♪ Your heart ♪

♪ To rip yourself ♪

♪ Apart ♪

All right.

Okay, close your eyes.

I already know
it's a burrito.

Yeah, but the smell
could be a trigger.

I don't think
I can watch this.

Why?

Last meal?
Hello?

French fries, peanut oil,
throat closing up?

Oh, please.

Anything served here
could kill you.

I once found a press-on nail
in my sloppy joe.

Hey, yo, team. Can we please
just take a time-out?

Let's let Maddie concentrate.

I don't think
the smell's working.

Well, take a bite.

Let the cilantro
work its magic.

Oh, cilantro?
I hate cilantro.

Simon always ordered
my burritos without it.

Simon orders you lunch?
Really?

Well, he's my best friend.

We know what we both hate.
- Take a bite.

Here we go.
Let's see if that's better.

Okay.

Now really think about
that last lunch you had.

What are you seeing right now?

Simon.

He's got salsa on his chin.

- Nice.
- That's actually really cute.

Maybe you shouldn't talk.
Just chew.

Wally,
this is so sweet of you,

but I don't think
this is working.

And honestly, I don't
even think this is chicken.

That's so bad.

Okay, okay,
chuck the mystery meat.

What is the last song
you remember?

- What?
- Song, music?

Transistor radio.

I walked into
the guidance center,

and Mr. Manfredo's secretary

was filing to "He's so Fine"
by The Chiffons.

That's my last song.

What's yours, Pussytoes?

Man, I was up all night

looking at all these files
all over the house.

There's nothing.

Okay.

What you're saying is that

your father has nothing
but that crowbar,

which anyone could've taken
from the school?

No, no.
He doesn't need much more.

Yeah, but he needs to be the
hero who catches the villain.

Mr. South's not a villain.
He's more like an easy target.

Not to mention my alibi.

I mean, if it cleared me,
why can't it clear him?

Wait, how was he your alibi?

He was in the boy's bathroom
all of eighth period

fixing a window
while I was trying

to unlock Maddie's phone.

The whole period?
And you know that for sure?

Yes, yeah.

He wouldn't stop whistling
the theme from "Titanic."

What?
It's a long song.

And your father knows this?

Doesn't matter
what my father knows.

No, when he needs somebody
to kick around,

nobody can stop him.

Trust me.

Been there.

Well, it'd be a lot easier
to save the janitor

if we could focus on who took
the video of me and Anderson.

We need to find out

what other evidence
they have against him.

How?

What, you see us breaking into
the sheriff's station?

I'm sorry, when did you
become all Scooby-Doo?

I mean, who months ago,

you were wiping your feet
on Maddie's face

and now you're what,

trading in your pom-pom
for a trench coat?

- Nicole.
- No. It's weird.

She's basically
caring about a janitor now.

It's all to save her own skin.

- Nicole, chill.
- No, you chill.

Are you okay?

Is this all about a portfolio

or is there something else
going on?

Wait.

What if we head over
to the station before lunch,

see if we can get into
that evidence room?

- That's insane.
- I'm down for that.

Yeah.
Me, too.

- Nicole?
- I have a deadline.

Five, six, seven, eight.

♪ Stella Brown ♪

♪ I don't know
what to talk about ♪

♪ How has my head
just hollowed out? ♪

I don't think
this is working.

Oh, well, that's just
because we need percussion.

Here.

- Oh, what's this?
- Bongos.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Five, six, seven, eight.

♪ Stella Brown,
I don't know-- ♪

Hey, that--Charlie.

Hey, maybe this just
isn't the right song.

Didn't you say this is

what was coming out
of Simon's earbuds?

Yeah.
It was a version of that.

But it's not really
taking me back.

I'm sorry, I don't really
think it's working.

Okay, you know what?
Let's try hypnosis.

Oh, God, no.
Not that.

Hello, Dawn.
Uh, how long--

how long
you been sitting there, girl?

Since I smelled the burrito.

It's outta sight, by the way.
Chicken or fish?

Maybe.

Yeah, um,
so what's wrong with hypnosis?

Dawn, swallow first.

It's way too risky.

Why?

Well, when you're hypnotized,

it's like you have
a vacancy sign above your head.

Your body
becomes an empty shell.

Another spirit could walk in
and stay there.

Did you get any of that?

Maddie, I'm not gonna lie.

I don't think we should
be listening to someone

who cuts her hair
with a steak knife.

Believe what you want,

but any kind of walk-in
is risky.

There's no gatekeeper.

And they happen all the time.

I had one friend who was
spellbound by the lights

at a Jethro Tull concert.

When it was over,
she only spoke Portuguese.

Do you find the salsa
on her chin cute, too?

I strongly recommend
an anti-séance.

A--say what?

Well, memories
are like spirits, guys.

You just have to conjure
the right one.

Uh, Dawn, thank you so much
for your time.

We really appreciate it,

but I think--
- We'll do it.

We're gonna do it. We're--
anti-séance. Let's--

let's do this thing, okay.

Hey, sweet poster.
Looks professional.

Canva template?

Um, how much longer
you gonna need?

What?

At this computer.
When are you done?

Nicole?

May I help you?

Yeah, I just need
this computer.

I started my video statement
for my college app, and--

Did you reserve it
for this period?

No, but--

Put your name in the log
and check back during lunch.

Why is this important
to you?

Why is Northwestern
your top choice?

Because I like the proximity

to a great city
without being in it,

still has that campus-like
feeling.

And...

Seriously?

It's all Maddie and I
ever talked about.

We went to the Student
Film Festival last summer

at the block--
- I'm sorry.

Who's Maddie?

Madison?

Nears.

She was supposed to meet
with you today.

Ah.
Yes, I know who that is.

I'm sorry.

I'm guessing that after all
that's happened here recently,

it might be a relief
to leave this school,

this town,

start fresh.

What do you think you'd bring
to our campus?

Simon?

What?

What are you
passionate about?

What's your proudest
achievement of the last year?

Um...

not sure I have one.

Excuse me?

You read "Crime and Punishment"
in a weekend.

You wrote a fan letter
to Guillermo del Toro

and he wrote you back.

You co-created a podcast

and interviewed the dude who
designed Freddy Krueger's face.

What's your favorite subject?

I like a little bit
of everything.

What are you doing?

She's not asking you
what you like on your burger.

Our admission rate's
fairly competitive.

We're looking for students

who want to make a mark
on our campus.

Any ideas about your major?

I'm still figuring that out.

Simon!

Great.

Had to be a room
where he can't hear me.

Do you have
another appointment?

No, no.

No, I was just--

I was just wondering
if we were almost done.

You don't decide
when you're done, she does.

I think I've gathered

just about everything
I need to know.

Cool.

Well, it's great meeting you.
I like your jacket.

Hey, guys.

Sorry I'm late.

What are you guys doing?

She's gonna
file a police report

while we check out evidence.

What report?

That I'm being stalked
and threatened

by someone at this school
who messed up my car,

and it can't be Mr. South

'cause our janitor
is no longer allowed on campus.

Yo!
Uh, Claire.

I think one window's
probably enough.

So you got, like, a thing
for strong women, right?

That's your type?

Yes, I guess so.

Can you give me an
approximate time?

Not really.

Uh, sometime between
first period and lunch.

Have you been getting
any other threats?

Like messages
or note on the car?

No, but they broke my window.

Isn't that enough?

So you are seeing it

as a credible threat
to your safety?

Aren't you?

The animal
who went after Maddie

could be coming for me next.

They're targeting our campus.
- Excuse me, Sheriff.

There's a call for you
on line three.

Take a message.

Yeah, I tried,
but it's Sandra Nears.

Says someone may have
broken into her home

while she was asleep.

See?

Couldn't that be the same
person who attacked my car?

Just give me a minute.

Hey, hey.
This is her backpack.

Oh, there's no crowbar.

They must still be
testing it for blood.

Hey.
Guard the door, would you?

Why didn't I see this before?

See what?

They were waving this
in front of my face

when they dragged me down here.

This is huge.

What is?
Hey, talk to me.

The boot print of Maddie's
you found in the woods.

Nuh-uh. I didn't find it.
Nicole found it. Why?

Were you there
when she found it?

Yeah, yeah.

No.

We split up in the woods.
She was alone.

Why?

This is not Maddie's
boot print.

- You're done now.
- Why?

Because I said so.

Put your little books away,
zip up, and get out now.

I have this reserved until--

Do you want to live
to see tenth grade?

I'm not playing with you, douchebag.

Move.

Ah, look who's back.

Yeah. Good timing, I guess.

Fast question, Mr. Balkin.

When files are wiped
from this hard drive,

there's no other backups, right?

Not necessarily.

What?

Oh, don't worry.
Nothing's ever really deleted.

You just have to know
where to look.

The program auto-saves
every three minutes.

You good?

Yeah.

Oh, God.

Where have you been?

Hey, you guys go ahead.
I gotta take a phone call.

The bell already rang, Simon.
We're late.

Yeah, I know, but, uh,
I gotta take a phone call.

Why'd you
leave the interview?

Where'd you go?
- Sheriff's station.

We need to talk about
that boot print

Nicole found in the woods.

You tanked that interview, Simon.

That admissions person
thought you were a vegetable.

You sat there like a mushroom.

Technically not a vegetable.
It's a fungus.

Why'd you do that?

That Doc Marten boot print
had an original stamp

on the bottom of it, Maddie--
it's the real thing.

Yours are knockoffs, right?
- Who cares?

You might.

Someone wanted us to think
that you ran out of school

on that last day
and into the woods.

That interview was huge, Simon.

Tell me what you were thinking.
- What?

W-what do I need to explain?

All of that stuff we talked
about doing at Northwestern,

starting a horror film society,

pulling all-nighters
to binge Stephen King,

that was about us
doing that together.

Now?

What's the point?

You can't stop living
because I'm not.

Can we talk about Nicole

and the weird secret
she might be keeping?

She's acting really strange.

Yeah, it's called grief.

Or guilt.

Or resentment.

She may have a lot of that.

Toward the both of us.

Can you even
breathe in this thing?

Not the point.

You sit in the back,
you put on the mask,

and then you freak people out
on their way to the toilet.

Lotta people don't even
make it to the toilet.

I'm still eating.

This mask will make me gag.

- Nicole, you don't have to go.
- What?

You said "The Final Chapter"
was the best "Friday the 13th."

You hate scary movies.
Just own it.

That's not true.
I liked "Scream."

That's scary satire.
Doesn't count.

And you closed your eyes
the second the movie started.

No, I didn't.

You spent half of the movie
looking for that Twizzler

you dropped on the ground.

And you don't even like
black licorice.

That's Maddie's thing.

Okay, well, Maddie
didn't invent black licorice.

No, but
she gets a spider ring.

You get a spider ring.
- And you hate spiders.

Not if the legs don't move.

You don't need
to cop Maddie's style.

- Simon, stop.
- I'm not.

You turned pescatarian
when Maddie turned pescatarian,

she gets a purple binder,
you get a purple binder,

she tapes Billie Eilish lyrics
inside of her locker,

the next day,

you tape Billie Eilish lyrics
inside of your locker.

Okay, we can like
the same song, Simon.

It's not a big deal.

He's right, though.

Just own it. It's okay.
You know, it's fine.

You think I'm owning you, too?

Not in a bad way.

Is there a good way?

Fuck you guys.

- Whoa, hey.
- Girl.

No, it's okay.
You're right. It's, um...

I'm totally a pathetic,
copycat loser.

You know what?

You can watch your

"Friday the 13th" marathon
without me.

And here's
your stupid fish sticks.

I'm getting a goddamn burger.

Simon, we apologized.
That was...

last February.

She's not holding onto that.

Yeah?
How do we know?

She may be collecting all
this crap in some mental jar,

and at a dark moment--
- She what?

Went after me?
Killed me?

Simon,
we're talking about Nicole.

Yeah.

And I think
if we learned one thing,

it's that we can't assume

we know everything
about anybody.

No, stop.
Pump the brakes.

I--

let's not go after
someone we care about

until we have something real.

If you're wrong,
she will never forgive you.

The bags are 25¢.

Okay.

Have a nice day.

Thanks.

You know who that is,
don't you?

Shh, shh.

Everyone knows who that is.

Mrs. Nears?
Um...

I-I know we haven't met,

but I remember you
from that assembly

shortly after
Maddie went missing.

Um, I just want to say, uh...

I know it looks like
I harmed your daughter, but...

nothing could be further
from the truth.

So you all spent the morning
supplying triggers, hmm?

Kind of.

I mean, we sang, we dined,
we reminisced.

Well, she reminisced.

We mostly sang
and watched Dawn dine.

So let me get this straight.

You're keeping an eye on her
by indulging her?

I'm doing what I can.

That doesn't mean
I don't want to cross over.

I do.

She's just a friend who's
dealing with some heavy stuff.

I can relate.

Rhonda...

I care for Maddie, too,

but it's my job
to keep her balanced.

She's been here for weeks.

She doesn't even have one foot
firmly planted...

In the afterlife.

Now, I ask for your help

because I thought you were
serious about your goals,

and now I'm not so sure.

- But I am. I--
- You're not.

You're really not.

Charlie, I didn't even hear
your come in.

Yeah, sorry.

I didn't mean
to, um, interrupt.

I just, uh--

Dawn said she's ready.

Oh, okay. Um...

What are you burning?
Sage?

Couldn't find any.

Hey, Dawn. What is that?
Is that an old Brussels sprout?

Found it in the couch
in the faculty lounge.

Hoping nobody misses it.

If they did, it was in 1964.

Whoa.
- No, no, no, no.

Settle, settle,
settle, settle.

We're under Capricornus.

Who?

The stars.

Look up.

Oh, no.
That's mold.

Close your eyes, look inward,

right to the back
of your skull.

You sure you don't want
to try hypnosis?

Breathe deeply.

]

Gently
take your neighbor's hand.

Let's close the circle

so Maddie can carry us back
to her last day here.

What are you seeing, Mads?

Uh, not much.
It's dark.

Dark?

Maybe it's the back
of her skull.

Let me guide you.
I'll show you how it's done.

I'll take us back
to my last day here,

May 17th, 1972.

There must be a schedule
for the janitors.

What does it even look like?

Well, it's probably like
a weekly calendar

that comes from
Mr. Hartman's office.

Xavier, look.

Oh. Bingo.

But do we really think this
will clear Mr. South's name?

It'll at least tell us
who was here after school

the day the video was shot.

Can't believe
you remember the exact date.

What is that, like,
National Blackmail Day?

Hey.

What do--what do we know?

Just what I thought.
It was just us and the AV crew.

Us?

Yeah.
The cheerleaders.

We let them film our practice
and we did some interviews.

Hey, you may want to talk
to your friend, Nicole.

She was definitely there.

I can hear his black Oxfords
squeaking on the linoleum.

Mr. Mazzara's the AV teacher.

His office smells like
Hai Karate and cigarettes.

When I get to the studio,
I'm the first one there.

My friends, Beth and Karen,
are late.

The three of us are doing
a project for social studies.

We're gonna record
"I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar"

in 26 languages.

Uh, Dawn, hi.

When are we gonna
get to Maddie?

I go to the supply room

to get all the microphones
and stuff.

Then I hear Beth and Karen.

They come in laughing,

making jokes about some flakey,
spaced-out bimbo.

And then I realize
they're talking about me.

At first,
I don't want to believe it.

These are my friends, right?

I close the supply room door,
and I look through the window.

And they--

they keep ripping me apart.

My voice, my hair, my clothes,
my teeth.

It's brutal.

They call me a joke.

And it just gets worse
and worse,

and then they turn
and look my way.

And I don't want them
to see me,

so I reach towards
the light bulb to unscrew it,

and--

Dawn.

You okay?

It should've been them.
Not me.

I think we should stop.

Maybe try something else
to help conjure our memories.

Yeah.
That's a good idea.

Everyone,

leave your quizzes by the door
on your way out, please.

Thank you.

Hey.
Spoken to Nicole yet?

I haven't seen her.

Seems convenient
she skipped class, no?

Simon, I can't give you extra
time today.

I've got an appointment
off-campus.

That's cool.

I was just re-vamping, anyway.

- Thank you.
- We should talk.

Yeah.
I have an update.

Update on what?

Oh, no, I was just
thinking out loud, sorry.

You know,
there are people around here

who are jumping to conclusions
because they need answers,

but I believe in my heart
that Mr. South is innocent.

I'm really hoping
they find the person who isn't.

Soon.
- Me, too.

Okay.

I know
you don't want to hear this.

There is a damn good chance

Nicole took
that blackmail video.

Our friend sent it to Anderson

after she stole his number
off your phone.

That's when
I thought it was you.

And if you're gonna try
and stop me, Maddie--

I'm not.

I need to know, too.

You're right.

It may have hurt her
more than we thought.

I just--

I don't want to believe
there's, like,

no one left that I can trust.

Hey.

Hello.

I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I know.

I love you, Maddie.

And that's why I don't give a
flying fuck about Northwestern.

You're not gonna be there.

- Simon--
- Don't.

Please. You don't have
to say anything, okay?

Honestly...

I'm not even sure why

I'm trying to solve
whatever happened to you,

because that'll probably just...

help you cross over.

And that'll take you
further away from me.

You know
you're gonna graduate in June

and leave this place, too.

And you may leave it before me.

Right.

It's so messed up.

It's not.

I should go.

You should leave.

We should find Nicole.

Okay?

Hey.
Saw your truck outside.

I was over at the school
looking for you.

Last bell rang an hour ago.

Yeah, well, I thought
maybe you'd still be there,

make up for the time
you missed earlier.

One of my new hires
saw a couple of teenage boys

sneaking out the back door
of the precinct.

One of 'em
matched your description.

I was helping Claire
file a police report.

Nobody's gonna mistake Claire
for a teenage boy.

Yeah, well, they did,
so it was just me.

I was there with Claire.

To tamper with evidence?

Man, it took weeks
to get the stink off you,

now you're walking
right back into trouble.

Why?

I wasn't tampering
with anything, Dad.

Man, how stupid
do you think I am?

What are we,
running neck-and-neck

in the dumbass derby?

Hey, don't walk away from me.

I don't want to do this here.

I don't want to do this here, either,

but if you're gonna
make it look like

I can't look after my own kid,
then I'm gonna put it out there

to the world that you're just
being a disrespectful loser.

Hey, there,
Sherriff Baxter.

Hi, Claire.
How you doing?

Not so good.

I'm thirsty,
my slushy's melting, and...

I'm hearing you
call your son a loser.

Claire.

Last time I checked,

a "loser" is an insecure bully

who gets his kicks
by intimidating people.

For the record,

your son doesn't
fall under that definition.

Can I have my slushie, please?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Now maybe you can take me home.

My parents don't like
for me to be out after dark.

They don't think this town's
a safe place anymore.

Maybe you forgot
what we talked about.

I absolutely have not.
But I'm going to get caught.

Don't bother, Nicole.

We already know the truth.

What truth?
What are you talking about?

That boot print you found
in the woods?

Was that
to give Maddie's mother hope

or let yourself off the hook?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You sent Anderson that video
and blackmailed him.

Didn't you?
Why?

Why'd you need the money?

Simon, you're seriously
having some kind of breakdown.

You need meds.

Buying those Horror-Con
tickets,

helping Maddie's mom pass out
missing flyers at homecoming,

leaving the dance
to "help" her,

was that all about creating
some kind of smokescreen?

So what really happened?

How did you get out
of that boiler room alive,

but Maddie didn't?

What did you
need the money for?

Huh?

So you could split town?

No, you asshole.

So I could be with you.

And Maddie.

I needed the money
so I could move to Chicago

and be near
your frickin' college.

What?

Why, the art schools you're
applying to are in Chicago.

Yeah, and I can't get into
either one of them.

You don't know that.

When I showed them
my portfolio,

both admissions counselors said

there wasn't
a snowball's chance in hell

I was getting a scholarship.

They basically said
my portfolio sucked,

and there's no fucking way
my parents are gonna pay

for me to go to Chicago
and hang out with my friends.

We don't have
that kind of money.

Did you actually believe

I could ever
intentionally hurt Maddie?

I mean, yeah,
I stole the teacher's number,

but I did that
so I could keep us together,

not tear us apart.

But I screwed up, okay?

I didn't know

Maddie was the only one
who had Mr. Anderson's number.

How was I supposed
to know that?

I spent weeks thinking
I was the reason she got hurt.

You should've said something.

Why didn't you tell
Maddie and I

about that portfolio review?

And give you more reasons
to think I'm pathetic?

No, thanks.

Nicole.

Can I ask you something?

Where's the money?

If you turn it in
to the police,

they'll know
Mr. South doesn't have it.

We'll be closer to finding out
what really happened to Maddie.

Nicole, that money could
help a man prove his innocence.

Do we need to go back
to my house and get a shovel?

No, I got one in my trunk.

Of course you do.

Maddie?

I'm really sorry
I wasn't able to help you.

Dawn, please. You don't need
to apologize to me.

But I really wanted
to take you back.

No, it's okay.

If anything,
you deserve an apology.

And I'm sorry if anyone
ever made you feel like a joke,

'cause you're not.

Well, I--

I think I hurt people, too.

And I wish I would've
been there for them.

When I still could.

Y-you gonna be okay?

Mm-hmm.

You're a good friend.

Maddie?

I wanna make sure she's okay.

Let's check
the faculty lounge.

She didn't say
she needed a nap.

Well, maybe she went
to speak with Simon.

Sorry.

Why are you sorry?

You wince every time
you hear his name.

This is not me wincing,
this is my happy face.

Oh.
Could've fooled me.

Look.

I know she's still trying
to figure her stuff out,

but I can wait.

We're not even at halftime.

I don't know what that means,

but if that is your happy face,

remind me to hide
when you're really happy.

Hey, has anyone seen Dawn
since the séance?

She's not there.

Weird.
She's usually there.

What the hell is that?

Did anybody else
just feel that?

Goosebumps.
Yeah.

Do we think that Dawn just--
- Dawn just crossed over.

Yeah.
Yeah, I do.

Holy crap.

Does anybody remember
this happening when Janet left?

Nope.

Come on.

I'm telling you
this is where it was.

Maybe it's a different one.

Maybe this one was made
by an animal.

It was right here.

Maybe it's closer
to the fence.

No, I buried it
in a garbage bag right here.

Nicole, it was dark.
You were stressed.

No, I remember the stump, Simon.

It was here, it was right here,
and now it's gone.

I came out here, I buried it,
and somebody came and stole it.

- Who knew you were out here?
- What?

Were you being followed
when you left the dance?

Did someone follow you
out here?

I didn't come here
after the dance.

I went to Maddie's mom's house, remember?

I came here straight
from Sandra's.

Did she follow you here?

What? Why would Sandra
take this money?

- You're being a brat!
- That belonged to me!

You have to get over it!

When you were walking
back to your car,

did you see anybody
follow you out here?

No, I was alone.

There was music playing
at the dance

and a couple people outside...
- Simon.

- But that was it.
- There's someone there!

Nicole, think!

Simon! Look behind you!
Nicole!

I made sure of it!
No one saw me! I swear!

Simon, look behind you!

What's wrong?

Did you hear that?

What?

Wait!
Simon!

Simon, don't!

Don't! Please don't! Simon!

- Maddie!
- Leave me alone!

Mom, don't!
Mom, please.

Maddie.
You okay?

What's going on?

I need to talk to my mother.

Why?

I think
she may have killed me.