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I need y'all to go to the gym now.

You're not in any trouble.

I just need you to go to the gym now.

What's the problem?

Something terrible has happened.

Something like this
happened two years ago

when Mr. Harris, dean before the Eagle,

died of a heart attack.

Given the age of most of our teachers

and the poor nutrition available to us

at the Culver Creek campus,

I'm surprised this
doesn't happen more often.

I bet it's Hyde this time.

Guess the old man really
only had a few breaths left.

Poor bastard.

You look a little hungover.

Well, I guess I'm putting
on a good front, then, Pudge,

'cause I'm actually a lot hungover.

And you look...

different.

Oh.

Uh, Alaska and I, we, uh...

I wasn't that drunk.

Come on.

Poor Dr. Hyde.

He was my favorite
teacher I've ever had.

Then why don't you tell him?

I'm sure he'd be thrilled.

Hyde's here.

Where's Alaska?

- No.
- Pudge, where's Alaska?

Is she here or not?

Good morning.

Is, uh... is everybody here?

No, uh, Alaska isn't here.

Is everyone else here?

Alaska isn't here.

Thank you, Miles.

I know it's early

and you are probably
wondering why we called you...

Wait, we can't start without Alaska.

Please, sir.

Can we please just wait for Alaska?

Last night...

Last night, Alaska Young
was in a terrible accident...

And she was killed.

Alaska Young has passed away.

She... she's not dead.

She's not dead.

Why are all these people crying?

She's not dead.

She does pranks.

This is a prank.

She's really good at pranks.

Miles...

Miles, I saw her.

And I'm sorry.

Oh.

What happened?

Uh, it sounded like...

someone was setting off
firecrackers last night.

I ran out to see what was happening

and I guess she drove off campus.

It was late, it was raining.

There was a truck that had broken down

and it was blocking both lanes.

The police had a car on the scene

and she hit it.

The police said that she
hit it without swerving.

They believe that she must
have been very intoxicated.

They smelled alcohol.

I had talked to them, the
police... it was, um...

it was instant.

The steering wheel hit her chest and...

You saw her?

How did she look?

She looked like Alaska.

But she was dead, Miles.

I... I see, sir.

Thank you.

- Mr. Martin.
- I'm getting kicked out, right?

So it's time to kick me out,

because if I wasn't kicked out then,

then I'm definitely kicked out now.

Is there a way to be doubly kicked out?

Because if so, then
that's me, so kick me out.

You know, maybe if you would
have did your goddamn job,

she'd still be alive, but whatever.

I set off the fireworks.

'Cause she said she needed to go

and I didn't know where.

She said she was fine to drive

and I believed her and I let her go...

so it's all my fault.

So kick me out!

Just kick me out!

Kick me out, please.

We gotta get 'em now.

Crawfish season won't last forever.

Once we catch 'em,

we'll boil' em and suck their heads.

That's where all the good
stuff is, their heads.

Come on. Come on, help me out.

Going for a swim?

Turns out I'm not getting expelled yet.

All that packing for nothing.

So what the hell happened?

She came into our room.

She was hysterical.

She said she needed to get out of there.

We distracted the Eagle and...

she drove away.

Why was she hysterical?

She wasn't making a whole lot of sense.

Guess she was...

pretty wasted.

And you just let her go?

She told us to...

And you just do everything she says?

She's Alaska. We all did.

You should have stopped her!

She never thought anything through,

she was so goddamn impulsive!

You had to watch her
like a three-year-old!

You do one thing wrong and she dies.

How the fuck could you let her go?

It hurts to breathe.

I'ma go for a walk. I
need to get some air.

If you can't breathe, maybe
walking isn't the best idea.

Bad ideas are my specialty these days.

We already feel guilty.

You should.

Hello?

Your parents called for you.

Not the first time.

You okay?

Classes are cancelled.

I'm going to stay with you.

Jesus, Pudge, when's the
last time you stood up?

All Maureen is making is meatloaf.

It's neither meaty nor loafy, but...

you should eat.

We did not say...

"Don't drive, you're drunk".

We did not say...

"We're not letting you get
into a car when you're upset".

We did not say, "We
insist on going with you".

We did not say that this
can wait until tomorrow.

That anything and everything can wait.

And as much as I've thought about it,

I don't know...

why we didn't say anything.

I'm sorry I blamed you guys.

It was appropriate.

How's the Colonel?

- Where's the Colonel?
- Uh, I don't know.

I... I haven't seen him
since the Smoking Hole.

What?

You... you mean you haven't
seen him this whole time?

So he went for a walk
and he never came back?

He could have jumped
off a bridge, Pudge.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, all right, all right.

First we get circulation
back to your lower extremities

and then we'll find the Colonel.

Okay.

Are you sure we shouldn't
tell the Eagle or his mom?

No, I don't want to upset Dolores.

And if the Colonel did go there,

I don't want to tell
the Eagle and upset him.

- We'll find him.
- Okay.

Oh...

Found him.

Hey. You all right?

Let's get you inside.

How's that?

Better.

Warmer.

Okay.

Wait.

Hold my hand.

Okay.

But that's it.

No kissing.

Un moment de silence, s'il vous plaît.

Comment allez-vous ?

Awful.

En français, s'il vous plaît.

It is a law that parents should
not have to bury their children

and someone should enforce it.

Now, we're going to
continue studying religion,

but there's no doubting

that the questions we'll be asking

have more immediacy than
they did just a few days ago.

What happens to us when
we die, for instance,

is no longer a question of
idle philosophical interest.

It is a question we must
ask about our classmate.

So how are you guys doing?

Ms. Moser?

Okay, well, this might
sound kind of strange,

but I had a mystical
indicator of Alaska's presence.

You can't be serious right now.

No talking unless called on, Mr. Martin.

I'm serious, Chip.

Well, by all means, please proceed.

Well.

I was at Miss Anne's Diner

and suddenly all the lights went out

except for, like the
light over my table,

which started flashing.

It would be, like, on for a second

and then off for a while

and then, like, on for a
couple seconds and then off.

And then I realized...

it was Alaska.

I think she was trying to
talk to me in Morse code

but, like, I don't know Morse code.

She... she probably didn't know that.

Mr. Martin?

I've been grappling with the
grave injustice in the universe.

Heavenly Father...

how is it possible that Alaska is gone

- but we're stuck here with Holly?
- You know what, Chip?

You need to be open to the universe

or you're gonna miss something.

Oh, well, you know what, Holly?

I'm pretty sure the universe
is getting through to me

loud and clear, so thank you.

Okay, okay, that's enough.

You may recall you were asked,

"What is the most important
question facing people,

and how do traditions we're
studying address that question?"

_

This was Alaska's.

For your next paper I want
you to answer her question,

but for yourselves.

At some point in life, we all look up

and realize we are lost in a maze.

You probably all feel that way now.

So how do you get through it?

Hey, Chip.

Listen, I don't know if you heard,

but after everything that happened,

Kevin and Longwell's parents
are dropping the charges.

I was wondering why I hadn't
been kicked out on my ass yet.

Been waiting.

That's nice of them.

Listen, Chip, I want you to know

you have someone to sit with today

on the bus to the funeral.

We were all gonna bring things
to put on the side of the road

where it happened.

It's on the way, so...

Chip, I know how much she meant to you.

I don't want you to be alone right now.

Thanks, Sara,

but, uh, we just gonna ride separately

in our own car, but I'll see you there.

'Kay.

I... I didn't know we
were driving separately.

I'm not going that way.

We'll see if Lara can take us.

We just have to take a long way.

Good idea.

It's nice to know you've taken notice

of my sartorial splendors, Mr. Halter.

And here I was afraid
my understated elegance

was lost on you students.

Used to be one took
pride in one's appearance.

Now it's all elastic waist pants

and... dear God... flip flops.

But you've come to the right place.

If you want a good knot,

you need a good tie.

And this is a very good one.

I wore this to Diego's funeral.

Not that I was invited to attend.

His parents never accepted
him for who he was.

Or who he was with.

He gave me strength then.

And I hope it gives you strength now.

Good.

Meriwether Lewis's last words were,

"I am not a coward,

but I am so strong.

So hard to die".

I'm sure that's true,

but it can't be much harder
than being left behind.

Everything that comes
together falls apart.

Everything.

This chair I'm sitting on, it was built,

and so it will fall apart.

I'm going to fall apart,
probably before this chair.

And you're going to fall apart.

Cells and organs and
systems that make you you,

they came together, grew together,

and so they must fall apart.

Nothing lasts.

Not Alaska the girl,
nor Alaska the place.

Not even Earth itself.

You're not one for pep talks, huh?

Do you remember what the
Buddhists said life is?

Suffering.

And suffering is caused by desire.

The cessation of desire means
the cessation of suffering.

When you stop wishing
things won't fall apart,

you'll stop suffering when they do.

Until then, this will hurt.

But you will survive...

Until you don't.

To be continued.

The phone rang.

- What?
- That night.

She got out of bed. The phone rang.

She went to go answer it.

But she was fine until the phone rang.

Wait, that's why she
had to get out of there

because of the phone call.

Okay, so who called her that night?

So this is Vine Station.

Alaska did not exaggerate.
Vine Station is a shit hole.

No wonder she wanted to
get the fuck out of here.

You may be wondering
why the casket's closed.

Her momma had an open casket.

And Alaska told me after...

Said, "Daddy... "

"Don't ever let them see me dead".

So that's that.

Anyway...

She ain't in there.

She's with the Lord.

Thought I'd feel her
looking down on us, but...

She's just gone.

I'm sorry, Alaska.

You deserved a better friend.

Oh, Stewart and Shanks.

All right, Tom.

You all right, sir?

I just wanted you all to listen to me.

Trust me, respect me...

And even fear me, if
that's what it took...

So that I could protect all
of you and keep you safe.

God, I tried so hard at this job,

it cost me my marriage.

I even grew this stupid mustache

hoping that it would
give me some authority

you know, so that you
would listen to me.

But I was the one that needed to listen.

She was in pain, and I made it worse.

We all made it worse.

Yeah, but you're just kids.

You're supposed to make mistakes.

I'm the adult, and I failed all of you.

Most of all, her.

It's not too late.

We could all really use
an adult right about now.

Oh, and sir,

mustache didn't work.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you, Mr. Chase.

The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the
paths of righteousness

for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,

- I will fear no evil...
- She said, "My dear,

upon your altars I have placed
the marguerite and coquelicot

and roses frail as April snow.

But here", she said,

"Where none can see, I make an offering

in the grass of radishes and flowers".

And then she wept

for fear the Lord would not accept.

The good lord in his
garden sought new leaf

and shadowy tint and
they were all his thought.

He heard her low accord
half-prayer and half-ditty

and he felt a subtle quiver

that was not heavenly love nor pity.

Each fingerprint is a way
of leaving your impression,

showing the deceased
that she mattered to you.

- I love you.
- I know you did.

No, not past tense.

I love you.

And I'm so sorry for letting you go.

I'm so sorry.

Come on. Let's go.

She was just trying to reach out.

Only wish I could have understood.

You know Alaska was
the first girl I kissed

when I got to school?

When I stated so much, she
"profoundly regretted" it.

You know, if you think about it,

it's all his fault.

Her dad?

What does any of this
have to do with him?

Are you serious?

The whole goddamn thing.

He blamed her mom dying on her.

He's the reason she couldn't go home.

Look at that sad fat fuck.

Over there getting drunk
like a piece of shit.

You know who else was
a drunk piece of shit?

My dad.

So I'm kind of an expert on the subject.

Maybe keep your voice down
just 'cause he's probably...

You know, this all
started because she ratted,

but she only ratted because
she couldn't go home.

Her Life's Library got
destroyed because she ratted.

Everything bad that's happened this year

is because her dad is an asshole.

Hey, Colonel.

Hey, you broke her.

Hey, you broke her!

If you were ever there for her,

none of this would have happened!

She wouldn't have been so sad.

She wouldn't have drank so much.

She would have had a
car with fucking airbags!

- I'll do the...
- It should have been you!

- It shouldn't have been her.
- Hey!

It should have been fucking you!

It should have been fucking you!

Get your goddamn hands off me!

If you wanna grab somebody,
grab this drunk fuck!

What on earth are you doing,

assaulting a man that
just lost his child?

I'm sorry.

- He's right.
- No, sir!

He's upset. He should
not be paid attention to.

I lost her a long time ago.

What I did, the things I said...

I didn't deserve her.

And now she's gone.

And I could never make it right.

I'm so sorry, baby.

Blessed Lord, have mercy.

Not my proudest moment.

Yeah.

Don't expect to get invited to
too many funerals after today.

I'll take it.

So, Pudge, you a
certified smoker now, huh?

It's what Alaska would've been doing.

She also would've hated this funeral.

That we can all agree on.

Hey, fellas.

How you holding up?

Shitty as hell.

How are you doing?

As Alaska's longest-lasting

and emotionally-healthiest relationship,

this must be hard for you too.

Didn't know it was possible to
feel this terrible, to be honest.

I just feel so guilty, just...

like I should've known or something,

or done something.

I know the feeling.

None of it makes any sense.

You know, how could someone so young,

so alive, be dead?

So we blame ourselves,
thinking we have some control,

that we could've created
a different outcome,

that the world isn't a
completely fucked-up, random place

where a girl dies for no reason.

Uh, I'm Fiona.

I go to school with Jake.

I only met Alaska once,

but she made quite an impression.

Fiona.

You are clearly very wise,

but there has to be a reason...

if not for why she died,

at least for why she got into that car,

or who the hell called her
on the phone that night.

You mean on the payphone?

Yeah.

That was me.

Jake was the phone call.

After that phone call,
everything changed.

What did you say?

Apparently, the wrong thing.

Hello?

Alaska?

Amazed you actually answered.

Um, it's good to hear your voice.

I miss you.

Yeah, Jake, I miss you too,

but it's kinda late.

I know, I know.

And I know we're not
exactly together right now,

even though I'm not sure why, I...

I'll never let this day go
by without thinking of you.

Hopefully, we get to talk on this date

even when we're old and...

Wait, what do you mean,
"this date"? What day is it?

It's our anniversary.

It's been two years
since the day we met.

N...

No...

It can't be.

Hey, it's nothing to get upset about.

It's cool if I
remembered and you didn't.

I'm kind of a dork like that.

Alaska?

Alaska?

You still there?

Next thing I knew, I was just
sitting in France Between the Wars

and someone tells me

based on the paper that Alaska died.

That's it? That was the whole call?

Wait, what's so bad
about your anniversary...

- Or forgetting it.
- That would just make her flip out?

I have no idea.

She got off the phone with
you and got in your car.

- I understand.
- Why, Jake?

Hey, he's told you all that he knows.

- What else did you say to her?
- That's it.

- Why did she get in the car?
- He doesn't know, Pudge.

I wish I did.

Sorry, man.

Maybe it's right in front of our faces.

She was upset about missing
the anniversary with Jake.

She felt guilt about blowing him off.

In that moment, she realized
how much Jake meant to her,

and how badly she had treated him,

and wanted to apologize in person.

She was driving up
to see him to make up,

to get back together.

It sounds obvious, but
it makes the most sense.

What? No.

That doesn't make any sense at all.

She wasn't thinking about
Jake while she was kissing me.

There's no way Alaska
wanted to get back with him.

Look, Pudge, after the call,

she didn't march back
to your room to snuggle.

She got super upset and got
in her car and drove away,

possibly to where Jake was.

The whole point of this exercise
is to start with the known,

and fill in the unknown
with the likely scenarios,

not pander to your fantasy that
Alaska was madly in love with you.

You'd be a terrible profiler.
You're making it all about you.

Yeah, because it is all about me.

I was the last person that she kissed.

She said, "to be continued" to me,

which is the last thing that
she said before the phone rang.

You're not special, Pudge.

Just because she got drunk

and you guys hooked up, or whatever,

doesn't mean that she meant more
to you than she did to any of us.

We all miss her.

I know that.

So Takumi overheard the
Eagle talking to Alaska's dad.

He's coming in the next day
or so to clean out her room,

so if you got anything that's ours,

or any contraband we
don't want him to find,

we should take care of that.

This is unbearable.

I know.

But we have to.

I can't.

Don't make me do this alone, Pudge.

Miles, it's so good to hear your voice.

School sent us an email, son.

We know a student died.

Poor parents.

Parent.

The girl that died...
did... did you know her?

Uh, yeah.

She was my friend.

She was my really good friend.

It was her, wasn't it?

The girl you stayed
with over Thanksgiving.

Yeah.

Alaska...

w... was her name.

That just sounds like a real shock, son.

I know it's just awful.

Um, whatever you need,

we're here for you, you know that.

I know. Um...

But this is enough.

I just needed you to pick up,

needed you to answer, and...

and you did.

Well, well.

Look who decided to show up.

I'm here to help.

Well, she sure didn't leave any booze,

but, you know, she kept
every paper she ever wrote.

She didn't have much, but,

you know, it's like
every object is precious.

Thus, they should be treated as such.

All these books she'll never read.

Bought at garage sales.

And now probably
destined for another one.

Ashes to ashes.

Garage sale to garage sale.

We can't sell them.

That seems wrong.

Well, the ones that
are too water damaged,

we'll bury in a literary grave.

TBD. But you're right.

You know, John Keats' entire will

was written in one line
of iambic pentameter.

"My chest of books
divide among my friends".

She'd want these divided
among her friends.

Have you seen The
General in His Labyrinth?

I know it got flooded.

I'm sure the pages are all messed up.

I want that one.

Here it is.

You're not thinking
about reading it, are you?

It's not a biography.

Historical fiction.

I'll allow it.

"He was shaken by the
overwhelming revelation

that the headlong race between
his misfortunes and his dreams

was at that moment
reaching the finish line.

'Damn it', he sighed.

'How will I ever get
out of this labyrinth?'"

Colonel, come look at this.

You skipped to the end?

You do that with every book you read?

The way out of the labyrinth.

"Straight and fast".

Holy shit, Pudge.

Think about what the Eagle
told you how it happened.

The truck that was broke down,

the police car on the scene,
which she hit without swerving.

They said it was the booze
that caused the accident.

I guess there's one possibility
that we haven't considered.

What if it wasn't an accident?

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