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[crickets chirping]

‐ [exhales]

SANDY: Hey. ‐ Hey.

‐ I thought you were staying at Josh's.

‐ Oh, yeah, I was, but I just‐‐ just wasn't feelin' it.

‐ You okay? ‐ [clears throat] Yeah.

No, I'm fine, I'm just, um...

I'm just a little tired.

‐ So, how was it? How was homecoming?

‐ It was fun. SANDY: Yeah?

‐ Yeah. Yeah, it was fun.

SANDY: Good.

‐ All right.

Night.

SANDY: Night.

[light music]

♪ ♪

‐ [soft laughing]

[heavy breathing]

[whispers] Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

‐ And so we're on stage, and, I mean, we're in the zone.

And I look into the audience, and there is this girl

and she's just not backing down.

‐ Hey. CLAIRE: Hey.

‐ You're back already. ‐ Hi, guys.

CLAIRE: Yeah, turns out I‐I wasn't on clean‐up duty, so...

‐ Okay, nice.

Um...we were just texting about

ideas for songs, and then we were like,

shit, let's just hang out and play.

I didn't know you'd be back. ‐ Yeah, no, it's totally fine.

DR. ROB: Yeah, Matt was telling us about

Lakelight's Pacific Northwest tour.

‐ Ah, that was... before our time.

‐ We got together right after the tour ended,

so thank you for that.

Um, you wanna hang out?

‐ No, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to sleep.

‐ Uh, nice to see you guys. FRIEND: Mm‐hmm.

CLAIRE: Night. MATT: Night. FRIEND: Later.

MATT: Um... [continues indistinctly]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

‐ I'm the man.

I'm the motherfucking man!

[bird chirping]

ERIC: 'Sup? JOSH: Oh, shit!

ERIC: Yo. JOSH: Look at this!

‐ Look who showed up! ‐ [laughs]

‐ Dude, where the fuck did you go last night?

ERIC: Uh, I got...

super sick from pre‐gaming, so I just bounced.

LOGAN: Oh, I didn't know you were such a lightweight.

It's good to know.

‐ What happened, uh, at the after‐party?

How was it? LOGAN: Actually,

it was kinda shit.

Hey, you heard from Alison, yeah?

‐ No. ‐ No?

Dude, she was pissed.

I'm pretty sure she spent, like, half the night crying in the bathroom.

‐ Really? LOGAN: Yeah, it was bad.

‐ Yeah, I should have texted.

I didn't mean to ghost... you know.

‐ Guess it was in the air.

LOGAN: Well, hey‐‐ yeah, fuck off.

‐ You're not the only one who ghosted last night.

‐ Yeah, this asshole's sister decided

she couldn't hang with the big boys.

Where'd she go anyway? A freshman party?

‐ Dude, I don't know, okay?

All I know is she didn't wanna be around you.

LOGAN: Whatever. JOSH: I'm serious.

LOGAN: Uh‐huh.

You guys want something to drink?

‐ I'm hungover as shit. ERIC: Nah, no, I'm good.

Thanks, though. ‐ Coconut water.

LOGAN: I don't have fucking coconut water.

Who do you think I am? ‐ Then get water, dude, something, just...

A little bit of ice. ‐ [clears throat]

‐ Okay... [grunts]

So, uh...

what'd you really do last night?

‐ Dude, I told you‐‐ JOSH: Dude, don't‐‐

Come on, don't. ERIC: I got fuckin' sick.

‐ I've known you since first grade.

I know when you're fucking lying.

‐ [laughs] JOSH: So just tell me, okay?

Logan told me about the girl you met at work.

‐ Yeah. ‐ Yeah.

‐ Yeah, man, it's...

I don't know‐‐I've never felt this way before.

It's‐‐it's new.

She's confusing, too.

[chuckles]

‐ Hey, man, love is, um...

it's a beautiful and confusing thing.

‐ [laughs]

[joint crackling softly]

[door opens]

[door closes]

‐ Hey.

Looking good out there. ‐ Oh, good.

‐ How's it going?

‐ Well...not all of these papers are horrible,

so there's that. ‐ Cool.

Nice.

I'll, uh... I'm gonna get back out.

‐ Okay.

LOGAN: Yeah, can you light that shit up already, dude?

I been waiting a fuckin' minute here.

[Claire moaning]

ERIC: You have all the Trix, don't you?

LOGAN: Mm‐hmm.

ERIC: Nice.

[phone chimes]

[anticipatory music]

♪ ♪

[chime]

‐ [heavy breathing] ‐ [Claire moans]

CLAIRE: [moans]

‐ [exhales]

[background chatter]

ALISON: Walker.

It's nice to see you're still alive.

‐ Hey.

Yeah, um...

I'm sorry, I should have texted you.

I got really sick after the dance,

and I just‐‐I, uh...

‐ Yeah, fuck you.

‐ [whispers] Yeah, right. ALISON: Don't lie to me.

Can you at least give me that?

Why did you even ask me to the dance?

I mean, you broke up with me last year,

and now you abandon me in front of the whole entire school?

‐ Alison, I'm sorry.

It really wasn't planned.

‐ I don't want to hear that.

[overlapping chatter]

[edgy music]

♪ ♪

‐ All‐around really good work with these papers, you guys.

Great work, Eric.

So...the weekend reading.

Sophocles was playing with some pretty big ideas, huh?

Oedipus Rex.

[school bell rings]

[chatter]

Eric, can I talk to you for a second?

‐ Yeah.

[chatter fading]

‐ So the SATs are in two weeks, right?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Then we should probably schedule more tutoring sessions.

‐ Yeah.

‐ Tonight?

‐ Um...uh, I can't.

I've got practice.

‐ Ah.

After.

I can meet you at the same place.

‐ Okay.

CLAIRE: Great. ‐ I think I can...

CLAIRE: [chuckles] ‐ Make that work.

[both chuckle]

‐ Great.

[school bell rings]

See you later.

ering]

[birds chirping]

[phone chimes]

‐ [whispers] What the fuck?

This cannot happen, okay? This is stupid.

‐ I'm sorry. ‐ Anyone who follows me can see that.

My husband can see that.

Do you realize how fucked I am if anyone finds out?

If we're gonna keep doing this,

then we need to set some ground rules.

‐ Yeah, okay.

Whatever you need. ‐ You cannot tell anyone about us ever.

‐ I know.

‐ And no photos. Change my name on your phone.

‐ I already did that.

‐ Steph? [chuckles]

And we can only meet once a week.

Let's stick to Mondays, okay?

And nothing on school grounds.

‐ Okay.

Look, I'm sorry about the photo, too.

Look.

Gone.

‐ Okay.

‐ Well, you did look really beautiful there, so...

you should know I do like it.

‐ I think we're good.

It's Monday, so...

[Claire grunts softly]

[whispers] Sorry. ERIC: It's all right.

[soul music playing on stereo]

SINGER: ♪ Hey ♪ ‐ [door closes]

MATT: Hey! ‐ Hey.

‐ You hungry?

Got some pad thai, green curry.

Went out on a limb, got a little, uh,

little spicy eggplant.

‐ Thanks.

‐ Did I do something wrong?

‐ No. I missed you.

‐ Missed you too.

[music continues in background]

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

‐ Yeah.

Yeah, no, I just had a...

I had a shitty day at work, so...

I'm glad you're home.

‐ Come here.

‐ Why? No.

‐ Come here.

Hi. ‐ Hey.

‐ I'm sorry you had a bad day at work.

‐ Thank you. [buckle clinking]

‐ Hey. ‐ Hmm?

[pants unzipping]

‐ Claire...

‐ What? ‐ Oh...[laughs]

MATT: Oh...

[breathing heavily]

LOGAN: You guys wanna paintball Saturday?

‐ Not into, uh...

imaginary warfare, man. LOGAN: Huh?

What was that? Excuses?

What's the problem? Can't handle the heat?

‐ Excuses? I just don't‐‐It's violent.

‐ You're comin', right? ‐ Well, I would, but, um,

I have to babysit.

My mom has a date.

‐ Oh. Get it, Sandy.

[light chuckling]

‐ Shut up.

[background chatter]

LOGAN: Hey, what's even in that? It smells like farts.

JOSH: It‐‐kale.

You know what Kale is, fucking ass?

LOGAN: Yeah, kale smells like ass.

[chatter continues]

KATHRYN: Too early sleeping on my couch.

[boys continue chattering]

CLAIRE: Do you have plans this weekend?

‐ No, I'm not doing shit.

God, this week has, like, totally bled me dry.

‐ Should we, um... do you wanna‐‐

do you wanna go out?

‐ Yes! Really?

‐ Yeah? ‐ Yes.

I wanna do that, like, really bad. ‐ All right, let's do it.

[light edgy music]

♪ ♪

‐ Hey, uh, I forgot my humanities essay.

Can you run me home? I need it for seventh period.

‐ I just sat down. I'm drinking my juice. Really?

‐ I'm finished. I can drive you.

‐ Josh, please.

‐ Seriously, it's not a problem. ‐ Okay.

Yeah. MARY: Thank you.

‐ Dude.

Hello? How many times do I have to keep saying this?

Just stop, okay?

Stop.

‐ That's his sister, man. Like...

you gotta stop fucking with him.

‐ I'm not fucking with him.

I like her.

‐ [snickers] ‐ I'm not joking.

I, like, I like her.

‐ Seriously?

‐ Yeah, man, I'm serious.

I feel like I really ruined it with that hotel shit.

I was, like, playing like it was all about sex or something,

and‐‐I don't know.

I think I should have just been honest with her

and told her I wanted to, like, date her.

I don't know. Fuck me.

You know, fuck you too.

Just forget I said this, all right?

Seriously, just...

‐ Logan.

attering in background]

‐ Thank you, sweetheart.

‐ Yeah.

Hey, you look nice.

‐ I don't know why I'm going.

I can tell I'm not gonna like him already.

He texted me, "'Sup?" this afternoon.

Supposedly a 48‐year‐old man.

‐ Well, never know... ‐ All right, well,

it's too late now.

We're not gonna be late, I'm just‐‐

having one drink and app, so...

‐ I got this. Don't worry.

SANDY: Bye. Wish me luck!

ERIC: Bye. ‐ Bye, Mom!

‐ Wait, he sent two. We don't know if they're for me.

‐ Oh, my God! They're for you.

Don't be fucking stupid. ‐ [laughs]

Oh, wow. ‐ Mmm! Um...

I'm sorry.

‐ What? ‐ Um, is that a hickey, Claire?

‐ What? Are you serious? ‐ [gasps] Oh!

Oh, my God, you're a bad bitch!

Ow!

‐ Is it that noticeable? ‐ Ow!

Yeah. Just a little concealer,

you'll be fine. ‐ Oh...my God.

‐ That's amazing!

I love that your husband's giving you hickeys.

‐ I really do have to pee. I'll be right back.

‐ Okay.

[lock clicks]

‐ [whispers] Oh, my God.

[chatter, music muffled]

[giggling softly]

[camera shutter snaps]

[phone buzzes]

‐ [whispers] Oh...shit.

‐ [exhales]

[phone chimes]

♪ ♪

KATHRYN: Did I tell you about this dog

I was thinking of adopting?

He has these, like, weird little short legs

but a normal‐sized head, and his name's Peanut.

‐ Mm‐hmm.

Um, I didn't realize what time it is,

but I gotta go. ‐ No!

Please! ‐ Yeah. Rain check?

‐ Okay. ‐ [laughs]

Um...I'll see you Monday.

‐ Okay, I'll see you Monday.

ay, so Lee Ann, uh, you've babysat before, right?

‐ No.

‐ But, uh, you have a sister.

‐ She lives with my dad and his girlfriend now.

‐ Okay, um...

just turn on the TV,

and they'll basically watch themselves.

Uh...and you have my cell, right?

So you can just call me if you need anything.

Um...

think that about covers it, so...good?

Good.

[clears throat]

‐ [laughs softly]

‐ Hey. CLAIRE: Hey.

I missed you.

I can't wait to fuck you.

You missed me too‐‐ ‐ Okay, j‐just hold on,

hold on, hold on. ‐ What?

‐ Slow down. ‐ What?

‐ I‐‐ ‐ Don't you want this?

‐ Okay, I do, I want this... so much,

but, um...

look, I'm just a little confused, okay?

'Cause you texted me. I'm glad you did,

but, like, what about your‐‐your rules?

‐ I just really wanna fuck you right now.

Okay?

‐ I don't wanna just fuck.

I mean... ‐ [laughs]

‐ I... [sighs]

I‐I love,

um...fucking you, but I just‐‐I feel like...

I mean, I really‐‐ I like you.

Like, a lot. And I‐I don't...

I don't know, I just‐‐ I feel like...

I mean, you're so funny and smart

and‐‐and beautiful, and I just feel like

I‐I've never been with someone like you before

and... [exhales]

Fuck, I don't know.

I just want you to know that, and...

this is all sounding really lame.

But‐‐ ‐ No. Doesn't sound lame.

I like you too.

‐ Yeah? CLAIRE: Mm‐hmm.

That's why I'm here.

‐ I mean, I...

[laughs] I didn't even know if this was gonna happen again.

‐ Now you know.

‐ Now I know.

‐ When I ask you to watch your brothers, Eric,

I mean you.

Nobody else.

You.

Where the hell were you?

‐ I had to go to Logan's to, uh, drop off a textbook,

and then I just‐‐

‐ Don't lie to me.

I called Logan. I know you weren't there.

Are you doing drugs? ‐ Oh, Jesus Christ, Mom, no!

‐ Then what the hell's going on with you, Eric?

‐ Nothing is going on.

Can you just get off my back, okay?

I was gone for, like, ten minutes!

‐ And Devin burned himself.

‐ What?

Is he all right? SANDY: What do you care?

[door closes]

[percussive music]

♪ ♪

‐ [exhales]

[inhales]

I'm the motherfucking man.

♪ ♪