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Andrea, wake up.

Andrea!

Spare my theatrics.

If you're going to kill us, just get
over with anyway.

Carl Jung didn't create the idea of
individuation. The idea that you must

become your own authentic self in order
to find peace, that's not unique to

psychology. That is the basis of
storytelling, of myths.

Take the story of Hercules, who was
driven mad by the wicked Hera. He seeked

to regain his inner peace through
atonement, through his 12 labors. But

remember, atonement, that requires the
abandonment of self.

Are the higher powers that you ascribe
to, or super ego?

And the baser urges controlling, you
called?

Anyone? It's not a trick question.

Very good, Mr. Gibbs.

Very good, Mr. Gibbs.

By slaying both, you, you open yourself
up to the truth of the universe,

and you open up...

The truth inside of yourself.

And the truth appears to be that I'm out
of time. So thanks for letting me know.

As always, my lecture will be on my
YouTube channel. And don't forget your

reading. Chapter 6 in the textbook.

Hey, do you want to grab a smoothie or
something?

Um, you go on ahead. I actually have to
ask Professor Jackson a few things about

my last essay.

Next time, though.

Okay. Yeah, next time.

I'll see you at the house then.

What are you doing here? I got on the
road a little early to surprise you. My

boy, look at you.

I turn around for one second, literally
one second, and you grow up just like

that?

And where did these muscles come from?
You got full.

What, the kids don't say full anymore?

Nope. Mom.

Did I do that? Yeah, you did.

Look, I've managed to go four years here
without being bullied, and I don't want

to screw it up at the finish line, so
just try not to get me trending for the

wrong reasons, okay?

Okay, fair. I can do that.

So, uh, should we get out of here before
I make it any worse?

Yes. You direct, I drive.

Ethan, this place is huge!

Your scholarship pays for all of this?

I do have a roommate. Okay, but still,
it's cute. Like, really cute.

Yeah, maybe lower your expectations just
a teeny bit.

So, in my defense, I thought that you
were getting here a lot later.

And, yeah, we might have had a small
party last night.

Look, I'd love to sit here and lecture
you about how me and your dad spend

every night at the library studying, but
then I'd be lying.

I'm just happy you're finally making
friends.

Yeah, well, um, come on, I'll show you
the rest of the place.

Wow.

Thanks.

So, where's your roommate?

She stayed behind to talk to our
professor.

Gee, okay there, Casanova. Yeah, please
don't ever call me that again. And we're

just friends.

You, uh, sure about that?

Yeah, that was at her birthday party,
and it was totally...

Hey, hey, hey.

It's okay. I was just teasing.

Take your time.

Choose your phrase.

I'll wait.

Um,

it was totally... spontaneous and
platonic, okay? So, please, please,

don't make this weird.

The last thing I want is for Emma to
think that I'm some friend-zoned incel.

I don't know what half of that means,
but got it. Message received.

You have barely stuttered since I got
here.

Hey, no, I'm serious. You have made such
huge strides, Ethan.

And not just with the stutter, with
friends and confidence and the muscles.

It feels like you've really come under
your shell this year.

You know, I'm trying.

I want to be someone strong and
dependable.

Like Dad.

He'd be really proud of you, Ethan.

I know he would.

So, do real men know how to cook?

Oh,

the potatoes look good.

Try this. I don't know. There's
something missing.

Well, that is briny.

You thought using less salt?

Okay, one, that is not helpful. And two,
that is still not helpful.

Paprika. Mom needs more paprika.

Oh, paprika. It's happening.

It's happening. It's finally happening.

Ethan's mom.

Hi. Sorry.

Hi. I thought you were going to come in
later.

Andrea, right?

How was the drive?

It was good.

And you must be the roommate. Nice to
meet you. So what's happening exactly?

Right. So, Professor Jackson is having a
faculty party at his place tonight.

Only his favorite students get to go,
and I snagged us two invites.

No way! Wait, tonight? As in tonight,
tonight? As in tonight, tonight.

I can't.

Mom came all this way. I can't abandon
her. Hey, hey, no. Don't worry about me.

I survived four years of an empty nest.
I think I can deal with a single night.

Well, what if you came with us?

Oh, no.

That's sweet, but I couldn't. Of course
you could. I have a spare dress that you

could borrow, and I'm sure Professor
Jackson would want to meet the woman who

raised Ethan.

I don't know. I mean... Okay!

Yeah! Let's do this!

Hey! Oh, uh, but first, dinner!

Right. Dinner.

Come in!

Wow, you are rocking that dress.

Sorry, would you mind helping me with
the class? I'd ask Ethan, but... He has

total sausage fingers.

Right?

These look a little painful.

Love can be both gentle and firm.

Or at least that's what he says.

Oh. Right.

And while we're on the topic, I just
wanted to say, you've raised an amazing

son.

I really care about him a lot.

As a friend.

Let him down gently, okay?

Of course.

I wrote him a letter explaining it all
and how much he means to me, but I've

just been too scared to give it to him.

He's a grown-up.

He can take it. Trust me.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Ooh, look at you.

When did you learn to dress like this?

Well, Professor Jackson says that the
suit doesn't make the man, but I think

it definitely helps.

Oh, 100% it helps.

So, should we get going then? Uh, yeah.
Maybe just give me five minutes. I've

got to take care of something real
quick.

Yeah, yeah. Take your time.

Hey, thank you.

Well, he is a best-selling author. Plus,
I heard his wife is from some serious

old money, like Summers in the Hamptons
money.

Yeah, no kidding.

Okay, let's do this.

Hi. Hi.

So glad to meet you.

My son, Ethan, has been talking about
you nonstop.

Alan Jackson, right?

The cloakroom attendant, ma'am. Can I
take your cloak?

If I ever embarrass myself like that
again, I want you to put me out of my

misery on the spot. We'll call it a
mercy kill.

I will make it painless.

You're a good son.

Ethan! Emma! You made it!

Thanks for inviting us. We're really
happy to be here.

Um, Professor Jackson, this is my mom,
Andrea.

Alan! It's a pleasure. Hi! You have such
a lovely home.

Ethan! Emma! Get over here and help
settle the debate.

You've been summoned.

Go on, we'll be fine.

Um, I wanted to thank you for looking
after Ethan this year.

I know he absolutely adores you.

Personally, I don't think he needed to
be looked after at all.

In the wild, for example, male
chimpanzees, when they're overly

attached to their mothers, they become
nervous, even neurotic adults.

And often...

These disabilities result in them being
ostracized by their tribe or even

killed.

You're aware that his stutter is a
neurological disorder, right?

He developed it when he was three.

I'm just making an analogy.

Well, since we're bringing up random
animal facts that have no bearing on

humans, did you know that the
lowest-ranking female hyena is still

above the highest-ranking male?

Fascinating, right?

Great party, Alan.

Well, I know the cut of a Stanford woman
when I see one. Tell me, my dear, what

is your alma mater?

Plot twist, I dropped out.

That was amazing.

I would pay money to watch you shoot
down Professor Reinhardt again.

Shoot him down? Was that a come on?

Yeah. Okay, but he's married.

And when has that ever stopped a creepy
man before?

I'm Kate.

I'm Alan Jackson's TA. And Andrea.

Ethan's mom.

Which isn't nearly as impressive as a
PhD.

Oh, please.

Don't feel bad that your name doesn't
have a bunch of letters after it.

These people can't function outside of
their ivory towers.

Of course, it must seem like that from
the outside.

But those ivory towers serve a purpose.

They offer a platform.

Legitimacy.

Without his tower, my husband would be a
no-one.

And how could he live like that?

I will get us some extra champagne
glasses.

Thank you, dear.

Don't talk to me like I'm a child. I
can't. I won't. This is our future.

I don't know.

It sounded like Emma was having an
argument with someone at the top of the

stairs. Okay, right.

Why don't you tell me more about the
victim, then? Was she well-liked? Yeah,

yeah. So, no grudges, no enemies, no one
who would wish her any harm?

Well, I can't say for sure.

Ethan?

No,

no. Everyone loved her.

And where was the professor during all
this?

Jackson?

Why? Is he a suspect?

No, we're just trying to account for
everyone. That's all.

You know, in cases like this, it's
almost always an accident.

Hey, I made pancakes.

Uh, I don't, um, I don't think I'm
handling this well.

Like, at all.

I just... I just... Still can't believe
that she's

gone.

I know how it feels.

Believe me, I do.

When your dad died in college, I thought
I was losing my mind.

I didn't sleep.

I didn't eat.

I dropped out.

But... You have to believe me when I say
this.

It gets easier.

But you need to give it time.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, uh... I should probably get
some food in my system.

You think the pancakes are still warm?

Dude, I will make you a whole new batch
if they're not.

Are you sure you want to go to class
today?

A weekend isn't very much time to
grieve.

You could even take the semester off if
you want.

Yeah, I'm not doing that.

What? I'm not?

I'm a psych major, and Professor
Jackson's classes are the last credits

that I need to graduate.

Trust me, once you drop one of his
classes, he never lets you back in.

Yeah, honey, I think Jackson, of all
people, will understand.

What is it?

Her parents texted me.

They said they'll let me know about the
arrangements.

All right, of course.

They must be going through so much right
now.

Oh, shoot.

I gotta go soon. Class is starting.

Hey, you want me to drive you?

Trust me, you shouldn't be alone with
your thoughts right now.

Okay, yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

to be okay no but i'll manage there's no
bigger disgrace than your mind giving up

when your body is still willing is that
something your professor says or markets

release i'll get through this mom i'm
not a kid anymore let's get

i want to apologize for the way i
behaved the other night despite all the

lectures and the talks that i give i'm
not always the most in-depth

conversation i often overstep and for
that i'm sorry

You're referring to what you said about
Ethan's stutter.

I'm a psychologist, not a speech
pathologist, and I didn't realize that

fluency disorders, they're more of a
product of nature than nurture.

And I was wrong to insult your
parenting.

Clearly, you're an intelligent and
capable woman who raised an excellent

son.

Thank you.

Really, I mean that.

I'm going to...

Say a few words about Emma.

Would you like to stay?

Yeah.

Sure.

Now, as many of you have heard, one of
our own has passed away.

Emma McKee.

It was a tragedy.

But death always is when it comes to us.

But hers was a singular intellect.

I think bright would be an
understatement.

She was incandescent.

And the world is darker for her passing.

But when confronted by darkness, we must
learn to turn back to the light.

The people who are still with us today.

As I always say, love must be both.

Gentle and firm.

So over the coming days, I want you to
tell the people in your life that you

love them.

And remember to hold them firmly.

Do you mind if I get in there?

Yeah, no, please.

Go ahead.

I know this is really random, but can I
actually get a few minutes of your time?

Uh, yeah, yeah, of course.

Why don't we take it in my office?

So how are you doing?

After the other night?

It was pretty... Well, it was horrific.

I've had nonstop nightmares about it.

Yeah.

We're getting through it.

Ethan hasn't exactly processed it all
yet.

He's more worried about Jackson's
approval than taking the time to

actually grieve.

Which is what I wanted to talk to you
about.

Jackson.

This is gonna sound crazy.

But I heard him say a few things and it
just made me wonder.

Has he ever been inappropriate with any
of his students?

You are going to need to keep your voice
down.

Because those kind of accusations have
ruined careers around here, and I cannot

be caught in that crossfire.

Jackson is my boss, and I have spent the
better part of six years under him.

If I give him any reason to fire me,
then that's me and my research just

done.

What if I told you he was seeing Emma
McKee?

And that my gut tells me there's more to
her death than meets the eye.

Okay.

There have been rumors.

Jackson wasn't always a public figure.

He was just a brilliant Jungian
psychologist, but the podcasts and the

TV shows, they allowed him to help a lot
of people, but the fame, it changed him.

He's become more extreme in his views
and in his relationship with his

students.

What does that mean? What happened?

Andrea, please.

Can I at least get a name?

I'm begging you.

My son idolizes that man.

And if he's in danger, then I need to
know.

Fine.

A few years ago, a student got mixed up
with Jackson and...

And got hurt.

Pretty bad.

But if anybody asks, I did not give you
this address.

And I don't want any part in it.

Got it?

Thank you.

Really.

Thank you.

Oh, and Andrea.

Please don't come into this office
again.

And yes, reading is mandatory.

Education is a gift. Don't squander it
away on chat GPT.

Mr. Gibbs, a word.

I'm surprised to see you today.

I understand that you and Emma were
close.

Yeah, we were roommates and best
friends.

But I told myself if I didn't...

If I didn't begin my day now, then I
might never get out of bed again. So

here I am.

I know how heavy grief can be.

But many men of myth, they've been made
stronger by carrying that burden.

You know, I run this little boxing gym
on the side. And we're all getting

together tonight.

We're going to play some pool.

Why don't you come along?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Thanks. Yeah.

You free your dogs? No. Well, you should
be. That's why I got the damn ready. Go

on. Inside.

Go on.

It's not... I'm sorry. Are you Lynn
Thomas?

I am.

Who's asking?

I'm Andrea Gibbs.

I was wondering if I could talk to you
about your son.

No. Please, please, please.

Please. Just hear me out.

My son, he's a student under Jackson.

And last week, one of his friends died.

A girl.

And I think she was having an affair
with Jackson.

And I'm worried that... I'm worried that
Jackson might have killed her.

And have you made any of these
allegations public yet?

Okay, then do yourself a favor and
don't.

Because he'll set his fans on you, and
believe me, they are rapid.

They will run you out of town just like
they did me.

We'll talk in broken windows,
threatening calls, arson.

You name it.

I'm sorry, are you saying that Jackson's
fans are violent?

You're damn right I am.

Now, I went to the police.

And they didn't catch any of the boys in
the act.

And they didn't dare bring any charges
up against Jackson and risk kicking

things off at the college.

So you want my advice?

Take care of your own.

It's the last mother you can do.

And your son?

What happened to him?

Don't you be coming back here any day
soon.

That dog can still bite.

Sorry, I was longer than expected. I was
thinking we could order out tonight,

maybe watch a movie.

As much as I would love to hang out with
my mom tonight.

You're going out.

Hence the sarcasm.

And the shirt.

It's just that thing with Professor
Jackson.

He's inviting me out to play if you're
around the pool with him. I think he

just wants me to get my mind off things.
Yeah, yeah, of course.

Look, Ethan.

You're an adult now, and I'm not going
to sugarcoat this.

But I'm not sure Jackson is exactly
mentor material, you know?

Yeah, it sounds like you're trying to
sugarcoat things to me.

Okay, fair point.

I just heard he's been inappropriate
with students.

Whoa, Mom. I'm just repeating what I
heard. Right, exactly. Okay, so you're

repeating based off of a rumor when you
could be doing your own research and

then basing it off of facts.

The fact is that Professor Jackson is a
really good teacher, and Dad would have

liked him.

Okay. I think I know the person Dad
would have liked, and trust me, Jackson

isn't it.

Cool. And I know who I want to hang out
with, so enjoy the rest of your night by

yourself. Ethan!

Hi.

What can I get for you?

Do you have any sour beers?

Oh, honey, we are old school here.

We have two choices.

Lager or ale.

Uh, I'll take a lager, please.

That'll be 60.

I'm ready.

Thanks.

Cheers, Josie.

You got it, bro.

You're Ethan, right?

Uh, yeah.

And you are?

Brock, I was a psych major just like
you. Wrote my final paper on Becker and

the denial of death.

No way. I'm writing on Becker, too. He's
dense, right?

But anything worth learning is always
hard.

Yeah, exactly.

Come on.

Professor's waiting for you in the back.

Ethan, you made it. Have a seat.

Sit.

These men, they're all part of the gym.
Some of them work there.

Some of them just like to throw a punch.

But they're all good men.

If you ever need someone to talk to, if
you ever need a roof over your head, you

come see us, okay? You come see me.

Yeah, thanks. That means a lot,
especially after Emma.

Good man.

It's Ethan.

All right.

Let's get a game started.

Sex, violence, and Alan Jackson.

Why I dropped out of KPI.

You were seeing it, Emma.

Let's chat.

If you want to know more, come to the X
parking lot.

Tonight, 10 p.m.

Bring the phone.

We're sorry, Ethan, but it's going to be
a small family-only service in Vermont.

You understand, right? Yeah, no, I get
it. We'll come down at the end of the

month to pick up...

Right, of course. Thank you.

Derrick Smith!

It's a brand new Tim! It was an
accident. I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

You're freaking dumb as well as blind,
man!

Say that again.

I didn't... Say that to my face.

You're a tough guy now.

Yeah, yeah, I'm tougher than you.

We'll see about that.

Help him up.

Now I get you. Knock it off!

Now, I like this place.

And I think the couple who runs it are
good, hard-working people.

And I don't want an inconvenience there.

You understand what I'm telling you?

Then get out!

Took your first punch before we even got
into the ring.

That deserves a drink.

Hello?

Hello?

Get the phone. Don't let it get away.

Robin, you certainly wasn't a brody if
you still have your bag.

Is that supposed to be a consolation
prize?

Now, are you going to open an
investigation into Jackson or not? Let's

go over this one more time, shall we?

You go through Emma McKee's room, grab a
flip phone that was on the desk, and

text the only contact that was in it.
That I knew was Jackson, and I knew they

were having an affair.

And did the person on the other side
confirm any of this?

What? No. And did either of those men
tonight look like Jackson?

You really think it's a coincidence that
I accuse Jackson of sleeping with a dead

student and then nearly get abducted as
a result?

There are many reasons people get a
burner phone.

Illegal reasons that make them just as
desperate, if not more, to get the phone

back. Are you saying that because you
believe it?

Or are you too scared to investigate
Jackson?

Maybe. Just maybe.

You could try looking at this from my
perspective, huh?

This here is a college town.

They pay for everything here, from fire
trucks to ambulances.

And if I were to announce an
investigation into a student's death at

their star professor's house, well, I
better have the facts to back that up.

And did you not have the facts when Lynn
Thomas came to you?

Good to know you're on the case,
Sheriff.

Ethan? What?

Sorry, you left the front door open. And
what happened to your face?

I'm fine, Mom, really. I just got into a
little fight, that's all.

Did Jackson do this?

Did my professor punch me in the face?

Obviously not. He helped me.

Where were you at midnight?

Oh, sorry. I was at the police station
and... Wait, what? Why?

Well, it was this whole thing. I found a
phone in Emma's desk.

Well, okay, what?

And I texted it, and then I had a run-in
with these guys who tried to rob me.

But I'm okay.

It's really, it's fine. I'm okay.

Wait, does any of that make sense?

You break into a dead girl's room, my
best friend's room, and for what?

To be mugged? Ethan, please calm down.
No, no, don't tell me to calm down.

I need... I need space.

I hate this.

Don't you see? I hate being like this. I
hate not being in control.

I hate Big Wig!

Miss Gibbs, my lecture doesn't start for
another hour, but you can join us if

you'd like.

And is the topic on drinking with
vulnerable students?

You're lucky I was there to pull him out
of that mess.

Really? Because I feel like you were the
one who put him there in the first

place. Or do you really think it was a
good idea to invite a grieving 22-year

-old out to a bar?

You're lashing out at me, and it's
called displacement, but I'm not the

reason you're angry. Please.

I am angry because my son looks up to
you.

A man who has a history of bullying and
harassment.

A man who, if I'm being perfectly
honest, was probably sleeping with

Ethan's roommate and was willing to send
mass men after me to make sure I didn't

tell anyone.

Intro to American fiction is down the
hall.

And you can take your claims there.

Can we talk?

Andrea, I told you not to come here
again. So unless it's an emergency.

Someone tried to abduct me last night.
So yeah, I think that counts.

Okay. Okay, follow me.

After that, they got in the van and they
sped off.

I called the police right after.

Okay, this is bad.

This is like really, really bad.

I know it's not the same, but I feel
like what happened to Lynn is now

happening to me. Yeah.

And it's probably the same people, too.

Jackson has this club or gym outside of
the college.

And the boys who work and train there,
they have a reputation for doing stupid

stuff.

Dangerous stuff.

Okay, well, who are they? Let's go get
them. Andrea, Andrea.

I don't know.

We're not exactly close, Jackson and I.

If anything, it's more of a relationship
of convenience at this point.

Okay, but...

Where does that leave me? What am I
supposed to do?

Jackson is a serial manipulator.

If he wants to cover up the affair, that
means he's going to go after Ethan.

He's going to try and get him on his
side.

He'll get Ethan to give him whatever
evidence is left inside the house. And

in order to do that, he'll need to
isolate Ethan from friends, family, and

you. Andrea, that's not going to work.

ethan and i are close we always were i
think he already

is he posted this lecture earlier what
is a good

mother a good mother is one who can let
go she is willing

to sacrifice her son so that he can go
up in the world

and grow up

And so that he can be reborn.

See, these women, they stand in contrast
to the bad mother.

And trust me, I've been dealing with one
of yours lately.

And she puts all the other mothers to
shame.

She's often in the fairy tale.

She's the archetypal stepmom who would
rather lock her child up in the tower

than to let him risk the open world.

Some of the students are...

What are they talking about, Ethan?

They're... One of him.

What?

That's Ethan's address.

Someone posted Ethan's address in the
comments.

I'm sorry, I have to go. Wait, wait,
Andrea.

That's my number.

Call me if you need me, okay?

Ethan? I'm busy.

This is serious.

Someone posted your address on Jackson's
video, and there are kids dropping

literal garbage on your doorstep.

Oh, wow. How will we ever survive?

I'm sorry. Are you going through a
second puberty right now?

Or do you not care that your hero's army
of fans have just doxxed you?

And yes, I know what that word means.

Cool. And just curious, who was it who
Professor Jackson mentioned in that

video?

Who embarrassed me in front of the
entire lecture hall?

You think I'm in any way to blame?

What are you doing with those? Those are
Emma's.

Professor Jackson wants to review some
of her writing.

He's going to make a video commemorating
her.

Ethan, do not give him those notebooks.

Why? What does it matter to you?

Okay, you want to know what really
happened to me last night? I wasn't

robbed. I was almost abducted. What?
What are you talking about? All because

I grabbed a phone from Emma's desk and
accused the person on the other line of

having an affair with her, and I think
that person is Jackson. You're lying.

They would never do that. He would never
do that. You're a liar. Ethan! Get out!

Get out of my house!

Everything broke once you got here.

So I want you gone.

Ethan, I am your mom.

And I'm not going anywhere until I know
you're safe.

And I am.

A real man doesn't make way for anger or
discontent.

Marcus Aurelius, if you were wondering.

Right. Because who can't relate to a
dead Roman emperor?

You know, me and some of the boys from
the club are meeting up later.

If you're interested.

Unless you've really got it out for that
sign.

What are we doing?

We're going to do a little work for the
club.

Get hyped, boys.

We're on a mission tonight.

What does this have to do with the gym
exactly?

Think about it like two sides of the
same coin.

The professor's on one side and the gym,
huh?

We're on the other.

But sometimes the other side needs help.
The gym needs money and equipment.

The professor needs a problem to go away
with a bat.

Speak softly.

Carry a big stick.

How's FDR?

Especially the wrong Roosevelt you got
there. Teddy Roosevelt, his cousin.

Look, all we're gonna do, all we have to
do is talk. Nothing else.

But it's a free country, okay?

So...

You can either stay by the truck or you
can come with us and man them.

Okay.

All right, let's do this.

Mr.

Stevens, good evening.

Good evening.

What's this all about? We're here to
talk about a recent complaint to the

college regarding Professor Jackson.

What about it? We'd like you to withdraw
it.

Withdraw it?

Is that it yet?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll withdraw it.

That's great to hear, sir.

That's your boy, though. Excuse me.

Mr. Steve.

Yeah.

Don't make us come back tomorrow.

Right.

Okay. You take care, sir. Take care.

Hey,

out of the garden. Let's be respectful
now.

I'm in. Let's go.

You had the coolest time. That's good.

What does Jezebel even mean?

In the historic sense, she was a queen
who probably rubbed people the wrong way

for having too much control over her
husband and sons.

And in the non-historic sense?

It's a word men yell when women won't
put out.

Oh, right. I think I'm getting the
picture now.

Now... Are you going to do something
about this, or are you going to tell me

that you still need more facts?

I'll speak with the professor.

That's not good enough, and you know it.

Look, you took an oath to protect the
people, not the college.

So why won't you do your job?

Thanks for all your hope.

Lynn Thomas?

She drank pretty heavily back in the
day.

What did that have to do with anything?

That's why we didn't bring any charges
on Jackson.

I needed a witness.

And I only had two choices.

Lynn or her son.

But her son, Dan, he refused to speak
out against the professor.

And Lynn?

She could blow a .25 on the best of
days.

Any defense lawyer would tear to bits on
the stand.

That and considering the pressure the
college was putting us under, it just

made more sense not to press charges.

Sorry, charges for what exactly?

Officially nothing.

Between you and me, Jackson left that
boy with nine stitches and a concussion.

Look, I'll post a squad card to your
neighborhood.

Try to keep you and your son safe.

And I'll start looking into Jackson
discreetly.

But I don't think he had anything to do
with Emma McKee's death.

But this?

This right here is exactly what his fans
would do.

Right.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Really?

Andrea.

I'm not your enemy here.

So what do you say?

Truce?

Truce.

I'll give that to you.

Back it up, guys.

You sure you want me to drop you off
here?

Yeah, it should be fine. Professor
Jackson said that if I ever needed a

roof over my head, I could come to him.

Yeah, that sounds like him.

You know, when I was in college, I
wasn't. Well, I wasn't like I am now.

I was overweight and angry.

No one wanted to be around me,
especially girls.

When the professor invited me to work at
his boxing club, I thought he was crazy.

But the blood, the sweat I shed there,
the dedication, I learned how to be a

man.

I stopped letting my anger control me,
and I learned to control it.

And I think you can too.

Are you inviting me to join your club?

Hey, I just work there. It's not up to
me.

But I'll put in a good word.

You better get out there. We don't want
them to think we're about to pull a B in

you. Right, yeah.

Thanks, man.

Anytime, brother.

Hi, Nora.

I know it's really late, but I'm going
to be honest. I don't have anywhere else

to go.

You poor, poor thing.

To end up here, of all places.

Nora.

Let him in.

Thanks.

Professor, I'm really sorry to barge in.
I just got into this huge fight with my

mom, and I... Sorry.

I thorned out.

You don't have to explain, okay? You're
a guest here, and you

can stay as long as you'd like.

Thanks. Now!

Should we get started on that
commemoration? Did you bring any of

Emma's writing?

Yeah. No book, yeah.

Look, I know you don't want to get
involved, but I wouldn't call you if I

had a choice.

How bad has it gotten?

Someone tried to light Ethan's house on
fire, so pretty bad.

Okay, that's an understatement. Look, I
haven't heard from Ethan since last

night, and I'm getting worried.

I'm thinking of going to Lynn's to talk
today.

Lynn would be ready to finally talk.
Andrea.

Please, at some point, silence becomes
complicity.

And I'm asking you to speak.

Okay, can you pick me up in ten minutes?

I'll be there in five. Perfect.

I like the hair.

Yes, thanks.

I assume you slept well.

Yeah. No, thank you for letting me crash
here. It means a lot.

You left you a note, by the way.

Come to the warehouse on the 6th.

It's time to join us.

He doesn't care about you.

My husband.

He doesn't care about any of you.

Certainly not the last one.

Uh, who was the last one?

That is a conversation you should have
with my husband.

There are croissants in the pantry if
you're hungry.

No matter what my husband says, you're a
boy, not a man.

And you're still growing.

Are you afraid of dogs?

Uh, no. Why?

That's why.

Go on. Go on, boy. Go on.

Sit back.

You again?

Please, wait.

What happened to you is now happening to
me.

How about we talk?

Well, we're up to kidnapping and arson
now, so, yeah, pretty bad.

Look at you.

You must have really rattled his cage.

Yeah, apparently.

And I know you don't want to get
involved in any of this, but my son

Ethan didn't come home last night.

And at the rate all of this is going,
I'm worried something seriously bad will

happen to him.

What do you want from me?

Let us talk with your son.

Just five minutes.

That's all.

So that I can make sure what happened to
him doesn't happen to Ethan.

I... I want to help you, I do.

The answer is no.

I gotta protect my son.

But your son isn't the only one that was
hurt here.

You're Jackson's TA, are you?

My name's Kate Harmon.

She's hurt me too.

Tried to make a pass on me.

Several passes.

And when I denied him, you know what he
did?

He took it out on me.

He sold my research.

Denied me funding.

I've been a PhD student for ten years.

And I spent six years living under
Jackson's thumb, surviving off of food

stamps. Because he's mad that I said no.

And at this rate, I don't think my
thesis will even see the light of day.

Let them in.

Mom, I want to talk.

Come on in.

If it gets to be too much for you, I'll
jump in.

I guess I should start by saying that
Jackson, well, he has his favorites.

They're usually people who are useful to
him.

You know, boys that'll big him up, and
girls he finds, uh... You

want to be in that inner circle so
badly, and he knows that.

He creates this atmosphere of, uh,
competition.

Survival of the fittest.

What type of things does he make you
compete over?

It starts small.

You compete for grades, for his
attention.

And then once you have it, once he's got
you in his sights, that's when he breaks

you down.

First, mentally, by making you believe
all these crazy things about women,

about society.

And once you believe that Jackson is the
only one that cares about you, It's when

he breaks you down.

Physically.

A baptism of pain.

That's what he calls it.

By physically, you mean? Dan kept coming
home with all these injuries.

A few cuts here, a few bruises there. It
started out small, and it got bigger.

We're talking black eyes, split lips.

Then one day, he didn't come home at
all.

And I found him in the hospital with a
concussion and nine stitches.

And Jackson did that?

Or his followers did that?

You can see for yourself.

There's a warehouse on 6th.

They meet there every Thursday night.

If you want to see what Jackson's really
like, if you want to save your son, go

there.

I just, I don't get it, you know?

Like, why Dan?

Why Ethan? Or any of us?

Jackson has millions of dollars, a
best-selling book, top-of-the-charts

podcast.

What does he want with any of these
young people?

Honestly, I used to think it was because
he was lonely.

They were the only ones who saw him the
way he wanted to be seen.

Then when he tried to, well, that's when
I learned the truth.

Some men just think that everything is
theirs to take.

Even if you say no.

I am so, so sorry, Kate.

This whole time, I had no idea what he
did to you.

It's not your fault.

I never told the college. I never told
anyone before today.

When it all happened, I had this choice.

I could either continue to work for one
of the most respected Jungian

psychologists in the field and just pray
he never retaliated.

Or I could go public.

Say goodbye to my research.

Forever known as the woman that Jackson
tried it on with.

The victim.

I couldn't do that.

You want to know what the most messed up
part about it all is?

I think he knew that.

All along.

It is so thick what he's done to you.

And I can't believe you've been fighting
this battle alone for so long.

Look, I'm going to drop you off before
heading to the warehouse.

No, Adrienne, it's okay. I can come with
you. No, it's not.

It's time to let someone else do the
fighting now.

You scared?

What if I was?

Well, I'd say don't. If not death, a man
should feel, but never live in profit.

More marks to release.

I'll take it.

What? Something on your mind?

No, I just... I'm on the key.

You all right?

Doesn't ring a bell?

Speaking of which, we should get you out
there. Brock.

What was it like to, uh... Um... What
was it like walking into the ring for

the first time?

It was hell.

But hey, look, just keep your hands up,
chin tucked, and elbows tucked, all

right? Work the jab on them and watch
the center line. You got it?

Showtime! Okay.

One of our own.

When we first met, you could barely get
a word out.

Let alone throw a punch.

But seriously, joke aside, look at you
now.

Tonight, you proved that you're more
than just a man.

You're a warrior poet.

Do it!

Ethan tonight?

He's out with Brock.

Oh my, what capable hands you've left
the poor boy in.

Look, Ethan, he shows promise and Brock
is going to bring it out of him.

Promise? As what?

One of your online keyboard warriors?

Or do you plan to turn Ethan into
another one of your hoodlums?

Have him harass the people who dare to
see you for who you really are?

That's enough, daughter.

Why? It's not like you care about him.

No. The only ones you really care about
are the girls you can bet. That's

enough!

I loved her.

So please, enough.

Just enough.

I thought that the girl dying for your
so-called love would be enough.

But even then...

I still stood by you like your dutiful
wife and told the police that I was

right by your side when it happened.

But where were you really, Alan?

My family.

My inheritance. My name.

I gave up everything to marry you.

You, the kind, quiet, academic lost in
his books.

But that man is gone now. And what's
left is this brute standing before me.

I'd divorce you if it didn't leave me
penniless.

Nora?

Nora, wait!

Ethan, I wanted to tell you this for a
long time, but I've always been too

scared to say it to you in person, so
this is me trying to do it in writing.

The truth is, I don't feel the same way
about you as you feel about me.

To me, you are the most amazing friend I
could have ever asked for.

You're kind, you're smart, and you're
really funny.

You cook amazing food, and you make
watching even the worst movies fun.

And I'm not telling you all of this just
so you feel better.

I'm telling you this because I never
want you to change, Ethan.

Not even for me.

You are such an amazing person, and I
know that one day someone will fall in

love with you for who you are.

And I'll be there to support you, too,
every step of the way.

Your best friend, Emma.

In his desk?

I can't wait to share our love.

Emma wanted to go public with their
relationship.

And in order to stop her, he jacked and
pushed her.

Okay, what do we do?

Can we give this photo to the police?

I don't think we can.

Illegally obtained evidence can't be
used in court, so... So we have to catch

him out.

He likes to think he's all calm and
collected, but he's got a temper.

We've both seen it.

I just need to use it against him.

We need to use it against him.

I'm not letting you do this alone. Not
this time.

Okay.

Ethan, I'm so happy to see you.

Someone did it last night. I tried to
put it out as fast as I could.

What's with the suitcase?

Are you going somewhere?

Yeah, going to stay with a friend for a
while.

You don't have to go, Ethan.

You were right. This is your home, and
after tomorrow, I'll leave.

I'm sorry, okay?

Come on, Ethan. You're holding on too
tightly.

You're an adult now, and I shouldn't try
to protect you from everything. I can't.

But still...

I love you for who you are and anyone
who doesn't.

Anyone who wants you to be anything
other than who you are. Be careful of

them.

I'll love you forever, Ethan.

No matter what.

Andrea. I want to speak with you. How
did you get this number? Be at the

lecture hall.

8 p.m. tonight.

And if you're not there, then this
little photo of you and Emma goes

public. Andrea!

Hey, I'm the Nashville Hot. Right here,
thank you.

And can I just say you have the
prettiest eyes, honestly.

Thank you, I think.

Let me know if you need anything, okay?

Thank you.

Well, she definitely didn't like that.

Shut up, man. I don't see you exactly
getting the chicks.

You don't exactly seem to check me out
either.

At least I'm not stuttering like an
idiot.

I'm joking.

Okay, it's a joke. I don't even know
what your type is, man. Do you even have

one? Vons, redhead.

Yeah, I don't know.

Come on.

You know, I guess I just want someone to
see me for who I really am.

So you want a lot of personality.

Come on, boys.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

The jog's coming in.

We might need to get this to go.

Whoa, whoa.

What, I can't go now?

Yeah, I get it.

You want to be part of the group?

But unlike the rest of us, the gym's not
paying your bills.

So until you graduate...

Until the professor hires you for a few
shifts, you're on an invite-only basis.

Right now, you're not invited.

And don't embarrass yourself with the
waitress the way I did, all right? I'll

see you around.

Well.

Let's get this over with.

Alan Jackson, you've been hiding in the
shadows for far too long.

If this is supposed to be a metaphor,
it's a little too on the nose. I wonder

what people would say if they knew you
like I do.

You don't know anything about me. Oh, I
know who you are.

You're a bully.

No. A predator!

No! A brute!

And now the whole world is gonna see
what I see. No!

I loved Emma. I loved her more than
anything.

Stop.

Kate.

Why am I not surprised?

Any last words to say to the camera
before we call the police?

I nearly replaced you once. I'm going to
relish in the chance to do it again.

You're not going to have a chance to do
anything.

They're going to lock you away for a
long time.

I'm not going anywhere.

Is that being live streamed?

Huh? I thought not.

Take care of them.

No. Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

You didn't think I came unprepared, did
you?

You're not going to get away with that.
Let's finish this conversation somewhere

more hospitable.

Wakey, wakey.

I ran the theatrics.

If you're going to kill us, just get on
with it already.

Boys, you can leave. I appreciate the
hard work.

Don't worry.

I can take care of these two. Get out of
here.

Now, to elicit of my demands, I want you
to destroy

all physical and digital evidence.

My association with Emma McKay.

Association?

She was a child. She was a consenting
adult.

And you killed her!

If I knew she was going to die that
night, if I knew that my love was going

to kill her, I wouldn't have approached
her in the first place.

But as a man, her death would be my
burden to bear. Something neither of you

will ever understand.

Which brings me to my second demand.

I want peace.

And in order for me to have that, both
of you have to leave this college and

this town and never come back.

You expect me to just abandon my
research?

I don't expect anything, Kate.

I'm demanding it. Then what if we don't
do what you want?

Then I do this.

Let go of my mom.

Mom's free.

Ethan, Ethan, call the police.

You better think about that, okay?

Ethan, think about what you're doing.

Not just about me, but all the young men
out there, okay?

If you call the police, this movement
ends with me. Do you expect me to not

call the cops after you pointed a gun at
my own mom?

All they want is for crueler heads to
prevail.

I heard what you said about Emma, about
your relationship with her.

Why didn't you invite me out after she
died?

Were you actually interested in me? Or
did you just want to get me on your good

side because you were scared that Emma
told me about your relationship?

Ethan! Ethan!

Ethan, wait!

I'm sorry, would you mind giving me a
minute?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I tried to follow up on the
campus. I tried to stop them before they

grabbed me, but I couldn't.

It's okay.

Everything's fine.

Just glad you're safe.

Glad you're safe, too.

So he'll go away for a long time because
of this?

And we're going to add the assault of
Dan Thomas to the list of charges.

This time we're pretty sure they'll
stick.

They'll finally get justice.

That's the intention anyway.

This is a list of all the charges we
plan to bring, along with the suggested

sentencing times.

There are no murder charges here.

Not even a single mention of Emma McKee.
Look.

I know your interest.

You know, this started with Emma McKee's
death, but all the evidence points to

their relationship being consensual.

I want to show you something.

Even though Jackson was able to destroy
the burner phone, we were able to

retrieve some deleted messages from his
own device.

He and Emma would meet regularly in the
guest suite in Jackson's apartment.

And the moment she died,

That's exactly where he was.

Two floors down, waiting.

He even sent her a message, but I made
him bring the phone with her that night.

He texted her, I'm waiting.

Which means there's no way you could
have pushed her.

I know this isn't the answer you wanted,
but it's the truth you need.

Thank you, Sheriff.

Please.

Time to go.

Hey.

How'd it go?

Yeah, it was, um, weird.

It didn't go down the way I thought it
would.

Your makeup looks nice. Are you going
somewhere?

The college called me in for a
last-minute meeting, but I have a few

minutes. Do you want to come in?

Come on.

I can't believe you actually saw it.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

And did you seem, like, guilty?

No, which is the worst part.

It wasn't just about Ethan, you know?

I wanted Emma to have justice.

I wanted all the girls he hurt to get
justice.

And now, I don't know if they will.

But maybe that's just life.

Sometimes people fall.

Okay, I have to go do my hair, but I'll
be like five minutes. So just relax,

make yourself comfortable.

Yeah, no, take your time.

Why did they call you?

The college wants to fast track my PhD
after last night.

Huh, I wonder why.

Right? But I'm not complaining if
killing the self in Jungian psychology

finally sees the light of day.

Oh, good title.

Thank you.

It was an accident.

What happened? It was an accident.

We got into an argument at the top of
the stairs.

Don't talk to me like I'm a child. I
can't. I won't. This is our future.

I found out that our research topics
were identical.

And Jackson, he was going to replace me.

I was angry and so I shoved her, but I
didn't mean for her to fall down the

stairs.

let this go?

We did the world a favor.

Jackson ruined the lives. He ruined my
life.

He deserved to rot in jail.

And did Emma deserve to die?

I'm sorry, Andrea.

Kate, no, no, no.

Kate, you don't have to do this.

Killing me will not solve your problems.

But it'll solve the biggest one.

This is the last one.

Maybe I should be the one doing the
heavy lifting here.

Yeah, you are the one with the muscles.

What? I didn't say it.

So, should we do one last week before we
go?

No, I think we're good.

You know, I'm going to miss this place
and all the memories I made here.

Yeah.

You'll make more memories.

I know you will.

And I'm super proud of you for taking
the semester off.

Doing the right thing.

You know, it feels right.

The college is willing to bend over
backwards to accommodate me.

Yeah, well, they are super scared of a
lawsuit right now.

So, should we go then?

Yep.

Where do you want to go for lunch? Are
we doing Mickey D's?

Anywhere's good, really.

As long as I can get my protein.

I am trying to get yoked.