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To whom
it may concern.

- Oh, too close for comfort.

You guys don't need to
see the pores on my nose.

Hey guys.

My dad's out of town
for the night, and

I'm all alone.

Does anyone out there
wanna keep me company?

That's right, come to Mama.

I've been right here
waitin' for you.

Oh, I can think of a few things.

Oh, you wanna see my bra?

Well, I don't know if you've
done anything to deserve it.

But I'm feelin' generous.

Is that what you wanted to see?

Woo.

It was gettin' hot
in here anyway.

Oh, you wanna see
my bra on the floor?

Hold please.

Welcome back, guys.

I made sure to leave a link
for my depository account.

Right here above.

Oh, I'm sure you would.

Well, since I'm
feelin' generous,

I'm gonna make
you a little deal.

If y'all can raise just 500
dollars in five minutes,

I'll show you my depository.

Woo!

Oh.

You like that, huh?

Well, what would you suggest?

Real creative,
guys, real creative.

I'm feelin' playful.

Welcome to the party, boys.

Woo!

Oh you, dirty, dirty boy.

You can stick it...

Right...

Here!

Remember, boys,
I love dick pics,

but I can't spend them at
the college book store.

Make sure you put all
your cash right here.

Oh yeah.

Keep the dirty comments comin',

and keep your wallets open.

Is that all you've
got for me, guys?

I've been so generous tonight.

Can you be generous with me now?

I really need a new computer
before I go to college.

Oh.

Sweet pink?

Stop, you guys are
making me blush.

I don't know.

It's kind of a big deal to me.

How much is it
worth to you guys?

Oh yeah!

Daddy's home!

- Help me.

Party girl Nicole.

Comes from a broken home.

She's lucky, really.

I saved her from a
life as a sex worker.

After all, God is merciful.

Known as the squad, they
think they run the school.

Disrespecting
authority is one thing,

but they've been live streaming
drug-fueled sex parties

and charging an
audience to watch.

They are beyond earthly resolve.

This is in God's hands now.

Ashley Duncan.

There she is.

17, fine kid on the surface.

But when I did a
little digging...

Surprise!

She's fucking her soccer coach!

And a married man at that.

Thanks to my remote
desktop login,

I've been to collect
all the evidence I need.

Just see for yourself.

God put Ashley on my path

when she transferred to Agora.

She may not rest in peace,

but soon she will
be laid to rest.

- Hi.

This is dumb.

Hi, future Ashley.

I hope that you're the
only one watching this.

It's me, Ashley from the past.

The year is 2016, I am
a high school senior.

I'm sure you
remember all of this,

because the past
couple of months

have been particularly
traumatizing.

It was rumored that
I was engaging in

an inappropriate relationship
with my soccer coach,

so Mom and Dad forced
me to transfer to

Agora Height's Academy

where that kind of
thing doesn't happen.

Nobody knows my name,

but they know me as the girl
who fucked her soccer coach,

and I have never felt so alone.

I got you, 'cause the
therapist that Mom and Dad

have forced me to see,

has also suggested that I do
one of these video diaries,

so that I can see how
the world perceives me.

Ashley, breakfast.

- Okay.

Jesus Christ.

You know, future Ashley,

I hope that you've made
it out of the wilderness,

and that your life is a lot
more smooth and cool now.

Right now sucks.

I would do anything
for like one friend.

Literally anything.

All right, well, big
history test today.

Wish me luck.

- You know, I don't get
why you're so angry.

Nicole's little strip
cam shit gets out,

we are all so fucked.

I mean, you're not serious.

- Chill!

Everyone knows Nicole was trash.

No one's gonna connect
her bullshit to us.

- Whoa, color me shocked.

What the fuck are you
two doing in school?

- Fucking California
High School Exit Exam.

Yeah, have to retake
it to graduate.

- Oh, interesting.

I didn't realize you needed
a high school diploma

to be a street whore.

- Yeah, can't wait
to be a 23 year old

who still lives with his parents

and hangs out with
high schoolers.

You're living the life, Cade.

What, are you having
a stroke or something?

- What, no, sorry.

I was just picturing
you rubbing Nutella

all over your stank-reckel.

- You fat fuck.

Hold on.

Hailey's...

Tell me you guys peeped
psycho shit last night.

Oh Daddy, don't kill me.

- What are you
guys talking about?

- Are you fucking
kidding me, dude?

- Oh my God.

So, Nicole did this
super weird meta shit

and like faked a home
invasion or some shit.

- Yeah, guys, she got
on Peeper last night

and she was doin'
her thing, you know,

the old rubbing her
baloney boobies everywhere,

and then this shit happens.

- Oh yeah!

Daddy's home!

- It's sad, really.

Like, we stop
hanging out with her,

and two weeks later she's
begging for negative attention?

- Which is the only kind
of thing that she can get.

- Oh, absolutely.

- Fuck her, dude.

I hope it is real.

Otherwise I'm gonna
have to kill her myself.

- Babe.

- Oh, fuckin' relax, Jenn.

- This is serious, we need
to figure the shit out.

- Brock's right, you guys.

We do need to have
our stories straight,

in case anyone asks
us what's goin' on.

- Easy.

Nicole was doin' a lot of blow.

- We begged our
friend to get help,

but she wouldn't listen to us,

so we had to give
her an ultimatum.

- Stop usin' or stop
bein' our friend.

- I'm just so sad that she
started stripping on Pepper

for drug money.

But I guess that's legal now
'cause she's 18 and everything.

- Smart Hailey, I like it.

- You don't think
it's like too mean?

- Oh, no, Jenn, you're right.

We should just go
around telling everyone

we're part of a secret sex club

that broadcasts, oh, what is it?

Oh, that's right,
underage poononny online

for fucking money.

Good call.

- He's got a point, Jenn.

It's a bummer that
Nicole's out of the group,

but she made her choice when
she went public with her shit.

She's 18, that's legal.

I'm not, and I just don't
wanna have to explain

to my Mom about our
extracurriculars.

- How do think that
Daddy will feel

about watching the
feed from last week?

All right, if anyone asks,

Nicole's got a
nose candy problem.

Next thing we gotta talk
about, her replacement.

Oh, Cade, how about you step
out from behind the camera,

and shake that dick
harder and fast?

- Go sexy.

- Real talk, though,
no one's gonna pay

to watch fat ass over there.

- She's right.

Besides, we need
your techy skills

to keep the Peeper
profile private.

- Yeah.

- No randos, paying
audience only.

- That's not gonna solve shit.

You won't need fat
ass doing tech shit,

'cause no one's gonna
wanna watch a sausage fest.

We need a chick.

- All right, look, my
parents are out of town.

Clock's tickin'.

Operation replace
a bitch has begun.

- Engaging find a ho radar.

- You're so stupid, Cade.

Bye Felipe.

Hey Hailey, fifth period,
you and me some nose beers?

- Oh, girl, you know I'll
never miss nose beer period.

- All right, cool.

- So, I'm just sitting in
class, minding my own business,

when this gets thrown at me.

Hey Ashley, I've noticed that

you're having a hard
time making friends.

I would like to be your friend,

and I would also like to
give you a dirty sanchez,

or a Roman shower.

Lady's choice.

What a gentleman.

So I told my teacher I
left my binder in my car,

said I'd have to go get it.

The joke's on him.

I don't even have a car.

But what I do have right now,

is a free moment to fuck off.

Fuck you.

And just like that
we're outside.

- Excuse me.

You have hall pass?

- No, I didn't know I need one.

I'm just going to my
car to get a binder.

- You need a hall pass.

- I wonder if Daddy knows

that he just bought me a
70,000 dollar coke table.

Whoa, crack head, save
some for the rest of us.

- Chill, Brock just
got a coke Costco.

Like, we're legit
rolling in blow.

- Shit yeah.

I gotta send this to Tony.

You crazy
fucking bitch.

Want a bump?

- Hold on.

- Nobody has time for this.

Take a fucking bump.

Wait.

We good?

- Yeah, we good.

- Teacher coming!

What?

Nothing.

Now what
did you just say?

- This is my car.

Okay.

- I'm just gonna
get in my car now.

To get my binder.

Out of my car.

I'm opening the door now.

- Get my stuff out.

Okay.

Fuck.

Be right there.

I have to
leave, but I wanna make sure

you go right back to your class.

Right back to class.

Thanks for your help.

Oh my God.

- You totes just
saved our asses.

- Yeah.

I do
that all the time.

- That was chill.

- Yeah, the one
that fucked her...

Fucked
her soccer coach?

Yeah, that's me.

- I like this one.

- Yeah, you're pretty cool.

- Yeah.

- I'm supposed to go
right back to class.

- What about...

- After class.

- Oh, I was joking.

I don't have any
plans if you guys were

going out to hang
out or something.

- Why don't you come over,

and we can Peeper
and hang out...

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm free.

- Cool.
- Okay.

- Yeah.

- Add us on Peeper,
we'll catch you later.

- Okay.

- Okay.
- Cool.

- Catch you later.

Jenn and
Hailey are seemingly

an insignificant part
of the population,

but their viral
influence is limitless.

* Ain't nobody come
here to bag you

* Send your own people

- Okay, so is all
this shit really true?

You really fucked that old man?

- I always wanted to
fuck a 40 year old.

What was it like?

Were his balls like tap
tap tapping on your back?

- No, but yes.

- Shut the fuck up.

- It's your Hollywood story.

- Yeah right.

- Seriously.

- Oh yeah.

- I'm gonna need that courage.

- Okay, spill.

- All right, well,

I guess it's not that
exciting or whatever.

Coach just gets me.

- Boys our age are so retarded.

- Shut your dick sucker.

Brock's not retarded.

- No you, Brock's a
fucking textbook mongoloid.

Fuck you!

- Okay, like last week he
fucking tasted his own cum?

But whatever.

- Okay, well, he
was wasted, so...

- Tasted his own cum.

- We're not even
talking about Brock.

We're talking about Ashley.

Now, Ashley, please
continue with your story.

Like, how did you
even get caught?

- Well, I was chatting with
him after practice one day,

like waiting for my
Mom to pick me up,

but when she showed she
had the cops with her,

and they put coach in handcuffs,

and then I had to
go to the station

and give my side of the story.

- Pause.

How the fuck did the
cops get involved?

- I don't know,
they would only say

that they had gotten
an anonymous tip.

- So, did you tell 'em
about your relationship?

- Yeah, I gave
them every detail,

and I made sure to
show the sex tape.

- Stop, that is so fucked up.

- I'm kidding.

I operate with the prison code.

Snitches get stitches.

I'm drunk.

But, no, I would never
fuck him over like that.

But, you know, word spread,

and my parents wanted me

to be able to focus
on my senior year,

so they enrolled me
in Agora Heights.

- That's so fucked.

Because it's like the
court of public opinion

has already decided my fate,

regardless of the legal system.

I'm like Steven Avery.

- You know that guy from...

- Yeah, yeah, DNA, whatever.

But like, you fucked the coach.

You're guilty.

- Hey.

- What, she is.

- I mean, I am.

- Hello, hello.

- You scared the
fuck out of us, Cade.

- Oh, I'm sorry, did I catch
you guys at a bad time?

Oh, if y'all were smooshin'
pussies and finger bangin',

don't let me stop you.

As a matter of fact, you know,

maybe I'd like to watch and
give you a few pointers.

All right, so who's this?

Nicole's replacement?

- This slut we used
to be friends with.

Don't worry about her.

She's a nobody.

- Hey beautiful.

- Hey Tony.

- Hi babe.

What you got for us?

- Hang tight.

Brock's got some orders
coming in for us.

Who's this?

- Oh, this is
Ashley, she's cool.

- Okay, so you remember how
you kept your mouth shut

about you and your coach?

- Yeah.

- Everything you're
about to hear

is gonna be our secret.

- Squad secrets.

Got it?

- I can keep a secret.

- Welcome to the team, Ashley.

- Just some shop talk.

Hey new girl.

- Hey, I'm cool.

- Yeah, I mean, Jenn brought me

so you can feel free
to speak freely.

- Oh, we briefed her, Brock.

- Cool.

You wanna play a
little drink or dare?

- Sure, I mean, I'm
already drinking,

so it's like not a new thing.

Cade,
set the account up.

- Here, you wanna
be camera ready.

- So here's how the game works.

You get a dare, and if you
don't wanna do the dare,

get a drink until
you do the dare.

- Okay.

- Cade.

- Ten steps ahead of you, boss.

Depository has been activated,

and Peeper is ready to go live

when you give me the word.

- God, and that's why I
keep your fat ass around.

Okay, Ashley, when I
tell Cade to broadcast,

we go live on Peeper.

We got a depository
all linked up

so we can make a little money
from our viewing audience.

- Oh, okay, so they
just pay to watch us

do nasty dares?

- Exactly.

- I dig.

- Yeah, like, no one at
school knows about this.

It's up on risqué,

and we're not all 18,

so we operate deep underground.

- Okay.

- Okay, you heard her, Cade.

Broadcast her ass.

- Hey everyone, how's
your hump day going?

- So Haley, for 50 dollars

I dare you to give Jenn a
hickey that looks like a tush.

- Stupid.

- Oh!

- That's impressive, eh.

- That's my baby.

Now Jenn.

- For 100 dollars, I dare
you to take off your top,

hop on one foot and recite
the pledge of allegiance.

- You're a fucking troll, Tony.

- Oh, you gonna cost us a
hundred dollars and drink?

That's not the team spirit.

- Ow!

Oh yeah, take it off.

- Pledge allegiance to the flag

of the United States of America,

and to the Republic for which...

Consequences mean
nothing to these children.

Nicole could have
served as an example.

But no, the squad is recruiting
their newest member now.

They will consume
you like a cancer

as their sins spread.

- That's not the entire dare.

- I'll drink it off.

- Oh God no.

Daddy bought those
when she was 16.

All I got was a nose job.

- I just got a hamster.

- So, new girl, all eyes on you.

- Just be nice.

- Cade, shut it down.

- I haven't even
proposed a dare yet.

- There's no red
flags on my end.

Jesus Christ, it looks like
your mom just caught you

tasting your own
cum or something.

- Shut the fuck up, Cade!

- Fuck dude, sorry,
salty subject.

- Babe.

- Fine, it's fine.

I gotta go.

Jenn, call me later.

Ashley, have fun.

Got lucky this time.

Get the fuck on.

Whoa man, you okay?

- What, no.

- I swear to God, man,
if you're fucking with me

I'm gonna fucking wreck you.

- Chill out, bro,

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

Oh my God.

The bruises, they bring
out the beauty of her eyes.

- Relax, this is an app.

See.

- Holy fuck.

- Yeah, man, she did the same
thing on Peeper last night.

That bitch is starving
for attention.

Are you still fucking her?

- No, whore's disgusting.

- Smart man.

Explaining to Jenn
how you got the herp

would be super awkward.

- Shut the fuck up.

- No judgment here, pal.

- What do you
think about Ashley?

- She looks like
she got ghost nips.

- Seemed a little weird
about drink or dare.

- I don't know, man.

She did fuck a geriatric,

which means she must
have low self esteem.

She'd do anything to impress us.

- I'm gonna have Jenn invite her

to our little party tonight.

- Dope.

The more the merrier.

- Baby.

If I'm gonna have to
look sexy tonight,

you have to respect
my beauty rest.

- No rest for the wicked, babe.

We wanna invite Ashley
to perform tonight.

- Okay, whatever.

- I'm gone for 10 minutes...

Oh.

Hello, everybody.

- My parents are
out of town tonight,

so I'm fittin' to
have a little party.

I'm in.

- Just like that,
no questions asked?

- Just like that.

- A couple things you gotta
know before you come over.

- Yeah, like, this
is an invite only.

Not your average party party.

- Cool, whatever
it is, I'm down.

- Awesome.

I'll have Hailey pick her
ass up on her way over.

But, until then, I really
need to nap, you guys.

Jenn out.

- Yeah, I'm pretty tired too.

I'm still fucked up
from earlier, so...

- Really looking forward
to tonight, Ashley.

- Cool.

Me too.

Bye.

- Told ya.

She'd probably let
us do butt stuff.

I could smell the
desperation from here.

- It's your boy Cade here.

- You're fucked up, Cade.

- Awe, Tony my baby boy.

- Now now boys.

Making sure we're all
squared away for tonight.

Ashley will be playing the
role of Nicole this evening.

- Oh, 'dem titties though.

Man, this ginger, I wonder if
she's got them ghost nipples.

- I said the same thing.

- Right dude.

- Settle, settle.

Tony, did you pick up yet?

- Fuckin' know it.

I got the downers,
uppers, beta blockers.

You name it, I got it.

You wanna feel somethin', you
don't wanna feel somethin',

I got a pill for you.

- Oh, I fuckin' love you, Tony.

- I fuckin' love you too.

- Cade, you send out
the bast on Peep?

- Consider the peepers blasted.

- Barf.

- Oh barf on you, Tony.

- Cool come back, Cade.

- Man, fuck you, Tony.

- Enough.

See you boys tonight.

- What a difference
a day can make.

Am I right?

All right Miss Therapist,
riddle me this.

Who's got two thumbs,

and an invite to an exclusive
squad party tonight?

This bitch, that's who.

* 'Cause I've got friends now

* Because people like me

* Because I'm pretty

* And I'm so fun and stuff

It's Hailey.

* Mary Jane knows me

Make sure you look good.

Check.

Push dem titties up.

Roger that, though you know

I was already 10 steps
ahead of you, Hailey.

Tell your 'rents you're
sleeping at my place.

But that's a lie,

and lying's bad.

Duh.

All right, I'm just
finishing up dinner now.

I'll be out shortly.

X-X-X.

Okay, so, do I know
what I'm doing is wrong?

I mean, yeah, kinda, I guess.

But like big picture, never
gonna run for President.

I don't wanna be a celebrity
or a public figure.

I don't even think I'm
somebody's role model,

so last I checked
this was my life.

Why should I continue to
live it for anybody but me?

What?

Just checking on you.

- Okay, I'm busy doing this
stupid blog thing for therapy.

Okay?

And then I'm gonna go to
a sleepover, study sesh.

- Watch your tone.

- Okay, geez, sorry.

Okay, you
done with your plate?

Yeah.

You can go now.

- What has gotten
into you, Ashley?

- Maybe nothing's
gotten into me, Mom.

Maybe I'm just happy
again, all right.

Maybe I've gotten
over the trauma

of having to switch
schools senior year.

Or maybe I finally worked
through my anger issues

at you and Dad for accusing
me of some heinous shit.

- Lower your voice.

I'm glad you're adjusting.

- That doesn't sound
like an apology.

- Ashley.

Okay, Mom, I'm gonna serve
as a good example for you.

Are you ready for this?

I'm sorry.

Now, I'm gonna go, and
I'll see you tomorrow.

Whose house
are you staying at?

- Hailey's.

A bunch of us are
sleeping there,

but don't worry, I'll
have my phone on me

so you can check in and stuff.

How are
you getting there?

- Hailey's picking me up.

I have
never met Hailey.

- Okay.

Ashley, do not
take that tone with me.

If you want to spend the
night at this girl's house,

I need to meet her first.

- Okay.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Show time.

Hey girl.

- Hey bitch, I'm
parked out front.

Ooh, love the cleave.

- Oh, you like that.

I put a little extra
effort in for ya.

- Well, hurry your
shit up, we gotta go.

Everybody's waiting
for us at Brock's.

- See, the thing about that is

my Mom's gonna have to meet you.

- I know it's super lame.

Do you mind just
coming in real quick?

- Fuck, fine, but I'm
leaving the car running.

- Okay, no, that's perfect.

I'll be right down.

Hi Mrs.
Duncan, I'm Hailey.

Hi.

Nice to meet you.

You too.

Okay great, so
you've met, so we're gonna go.

You girls are
gonna have fun studying?

Oh my gosh, yeah.

My my was even nice enough
to make us a veggie platter.

I can't get
this one to eat vegetables

to save my life, so
good luck with that.

Oh, she will have
them tonight, I promise.

I love vegetables.

But we're gonna go.

Okay, bye!

Make good choices!

I'm poppin' more
than pills over here.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

- Babe, we're just
around the corner.

- I'm horny, I might
just go ask Cade

if he'd let me titty fuck him.

That's not gay, right?

- Supes hetero, babe.

- Very gay.

Is this Brock's house?

Oh yeah.

- Oh my God.

- Wait until you see the inside.

- This is insane.

This is the biggest
house I've ever seen.

- Yeah.

- That's my dick.

- Not that.

What was that?

Did you leave the
back door open?

No.

- Did you just drive all the
way here with the door open?

- Whatever, we're coming in.

- Ah, that's super scary, babe.

- Hey, way to cut it close.

Sorry, her
Mom kept me here.

Hey, put
this on for Daddy.

(background noise
drowns out dialogue)

It's base now girls.

- Countdown to nine minutes.

Thank you.

- Pucker up.

There will be a lot more
where that comes from.

- Yeah.

- I want my boobs to
look like your boobs.

- I think your
Daddy's gonna have to

put a deposit down for that.

- Hi Mom, we're just
super studious over here

(background noise
drowns out dialogue)

This is so creepy.

- Gettin' my supe on.

- Ooh, that looks hot.

Yeah.

'Cause I didn't bring a costume.

- It's all right, sweetheart.

We got one for you.

That's my girl.

(background noise
drowns out dialogue)

- I thought you'd be
down for anything.

- I mean I am,
but, what are those

and what are we doing here?

- If you want
something done right,

you have to do it yourself.

- Okay, Ashley, what
these dumb little twits

failed to mention
to you is that this

isn't your average party.

- Fuck you, Cade.

- Oh, I would fucking
love to, Jenn.

Really, I would.

But I'm too busy
explaining to the new girl

what the fuck we're
all doing here,

'cause you can't follow
simple directions.

- Hey.

- Hold that thought.

- Here's the deal.

You could take one of
these, like the rest of us,

and you're going to enjoy it.

Cool?

- I mean...

Awesome.

Now, I'm gonna sit here
and set up a live stream

of you, Hailey and Jenn
doing some sexy ass shit,

while creepy dudes wire
money to an online account.

- No.

I thought you were down.

- No.

- Whoa, hey, it'll be fun.

- Don't touch me.

- What, you only let
your coach touch you?

- I told you guys
that in confidence.

- Oops, sorry.

- I don't fucking need this.

I'm calling my mom.

- Fuck it, we don't need her.

- Yeah, fuck her all right.

- Hi Mom.

No, I'm fine.

I'm just, I'm
feeling really sick.

Can you come get me?

Everyone's studying, I
don't wanna interrupt.

Please just come get me.

Thank you.

I'll text you the address.

Well, this is what I look like

when I'm feeling
really fucking stupid,

and really fucking embarrassed.

I thought that this was
gonna be the first time

that I had like cool friends,

and I was one of the cool kids.

Look at this house.

I thought everything was
turning around for me,

and now I'm still just
the big fucking baby

waiting for her
mommy to pick her up.

That's a real good look.

Fuck.

- It's sad.

- Whatever.

Guys, it's not fucking fine,
it's the opposite of fine.

What if she tells
someone what we're doing?

What if she goes home
and tells her mom

what the fuck we're doing?

- Fuck, Brock, he's right.

You need to stop
her from talking.

- You guys, come on.

She's not gonna say anything.

She's a fucking loser, but
she's not gonna say shit.

- All right, enough.

Cade, what are our numbers
looking like for tonight?

Right now we are at 9,056 bucks.

- Yes!

- Look at me, okay.

Everything's gonna
be okay, all right?

Now, you're gonna remain calm.

Got a big show to put on,

and if you're cryin',
you're not gonna look sexy.

Okay.

Tony, Tony.

Go find Ashley, make
sure she won't tell.

All right, people, let's do it!

It's fucking show time.

Don't worry,
I got her address.

- Yeah, shut her up.

Keep her calm.

Three minutes 'til go time.

- I know.

(background noise
drowns out dialogue)

Oh relax, Tony.

You got off easy.

The rest are going to suffer.

Sssh.

Sssh sssh sssh sssh
sssh sssh sssh.

Sssh sssh sssh sssh
sssh sssh sssh.

Quiet now.

- School night sluts.

I'll pay 50 dollars
for the first kiss.

- Hmm, make it a hundred,

and then you bought
yourself a kiss.

- Fuck yes.

I loves this, ladies.

(background noise
drowns out dialogue)

- I wanna see some tight pussy.

Boss of boners, ladies.

Let's see that pink!

- Oh, we've gotta take this off.

- Yeah.

Just let go.

Just let go.

There you are.

Come with me.

Let's get you out of sight.

We're pissing the
wall off, Jenn.

- I didn't pay for this.

Oh, God, are you
fucking kidding me?

Goddamnit, you guys.

I'm hard as fuck, bitch.

I'll cum faster jerking
it to puppy videos.

Peace out.

- Wait, we've got
a show for you.

- Yeah.

We wanna show you so bad.

Oh, dear Lord.

Party's over.

Where you goin', fat boy?

You move, I'll
cut you right now.

It's cleansing time.

She who is sexually immoral

sins against her own body.

- Please don't kill us.

- We'll do anything.

- My father is a
very powerful man.

What the fuck?

- He will give you
anything to help you.

You don't have to fill me.

- You're fuckin' dad can't
do anything for us now.

We're fuckin' dead, man.

- Shut the fuck up,
you fat fuckin' pussy.

He's right.

The lord of boundless
mercy has asked me

to cleanse your
heart of all its sin.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, okay.

My heart is free of sin.

I swear to fucking God.

The lord
hears and sees all.

You've bullied and broken
all those around you.

Now it's time for redemption.

That's it, bro.

Your penance.

Take your medicine.

Fuck, no.

That's right.

Take your medicine.

Ah.

It's a pity you'll die quickly.

I was really hoping you
would experience the overdose

before he met his maker.

God is good.

- Oh, please God.

I'm so sorry.

I admit that I have done wrong.

Please, make sure that my
Mom knows that I loved her,

and take care of
her when I'm gone.

Everyone
asks for forgiveness

in the end.

When they'd turn their
back on him long ago.

- Please God.

I repent for my...

Enough!

Good boy.

Because I am the
righteous and you are not!

You've been cleansed.

Praise the lord.

- See yourself the
way others see you.

I guess that's the
whole point of this

stupid fuckin' blog thing.

But I guess I get it now.

It's just that yesterday I
would have given anything

just for one friend,

and today I would trade
everything that I have

just to be a nameless
face in the crowd.

Fuck me.

My throw back app just
decided to remind me

that I haven't always
been a broken person.

It's just...

Is this how others see me?

Puffy.

I can't do this shit anymore.

I just can't do it.

I'm gonna try and stay home
sick from school today.

Come here, c'mere.

Get out.

Get out, get out.

Down on your knees.

Get down.

You, come here, come here.

Get out!

Get out, get over here.

Get out!

Get down on your knees.

Shut up.

Shut up!

- And with that,
it's lunch time.

So, this is the period
where I like to pretend

that I'm FaceTiming
with somebody,

so that nobody
tries to pick on me

'cause they think
I'm on the phone,

and I'm sure they assume
it's with my mother.

The sad thing is, she
doesn't even wanna talk to me

right now either.

So, I'm forever alone.

Do you young
ladies know what this is?

This is a drone.

And this little thing
right here is my eye.

My eye in the sky.

God's eye.

Do you know I've
been watching you?

We've been watching you.

And I must say, we're
very disappointed in you.

Quite the nifty
invention, right?

Not only can I watch you,
but I can record you.

This footage will be my bible.

God's testimony.

And his will will spread
across the internet,

and you, you
will be my example.

Look, I just
programmed a flight.

I told her to go up and
hang out for a few minutes.

Look, no hands.

Hey, you know what?

This is a great teaching moment.

Right?

Just as I programmed
the drone's flight path,

so does God program
my flight path.

Hailey, pay attention!

Pay attention.

The lord has put his faith in me

to carry out his will.

Now, initially I believed
that my objective

was singularly focused on your
slutty friend Ashley, right,

and that you would
get in the way.

Go ahead.

Scream.

That's okay.

Are you not getting
enough attention?

Jenn, Jenn Jenn.

You know, every healthy tree
bears good fruit, right?

And a disease tree
bears bad fruit.

Do you follow?

Basically what I'm
trying to say is,

Hailey, pay attention!

Accept this as your
path to salvation.

A healthy tree cannot
bear bad fruit.

Just the same as diseased
tree cannot bear good fruit.

If healthy tree bears bad
fruit, it's simply cut down.

We can't risk the possibility
of bad trees' disease

being spread to the
rest of the orchard.

Hailey is a result
of a bad tree.

What do you fancy
yourself, Jenn?

You know, we can
recognize a bad tree

by the fruit they bear.

Oh, no no no, Jenn.

Don't be sad, we are friends.

Don't be fearful or wanting,

because this is lord's work.

You understand, right?

What is that?

What is that?

- I'm sorry.

Lord, she
wants forgiveness.

Oh.

What about you, Hailey?

Do you have anything to say?

No?

I'm sorry.

- I will sing the mercies
of the lord forever.

With my voice, I will let
thy know my faithfulness

to all generations.

What is that?

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Take a breath.

Take a breath.

You will call your mother,

you will let her know
that you are going on

a camping trip with the
boys for spring break.

And if I hear so much as
a crack in your voice,

I will kill you.

I will kill you.

Do you understand?

And you will die.

Hi baby.

- Hi Mama.

I packed snacks
for you and your friends

for the trip.

You comin' home?

- Yeah, we just
decided to leave early.

Just for gas, and I
didn't want you to worry.

What?

Your bags are still here.

Why would you leave
without telling me?

Hailey, I'm not okay with this.

- Yeah, you're right,
but it's senior year.

Can you be mad at me later?

We will
talk about it later.

I love you.

I love you too.

Bye.

No, no.

Oh my God.

No.

No!

No, no, no!

No, please, no!

Jenn, oh Jenn.

It'll be okay, it'll be okay.

I thought I explained
myself perfectly, Jenn.

I know you're not a bad tree,

just a result of bad fruit.

But, you see, the
problem is that, oh gosh,

do you know if you
continue to exist,

how do we know that when
you're rotting in the ground

that you're bad seed isn't
gonna lead to other bad trees?

I am here to do the
lord's work, Jenn.

My faith and his word
transcends the love

in thy soul to thyself.

Stay quiet.

It'll be okay.

Don't fight it.

Good girl, it'll be all right.

All right, it'll be okay.

Oh.

There.

- Well, looks like it's just
me and you again, video blog.

Fuck.

I would literally rather have
a pineapple shoved up my ass

every single day for
the rest of my life

if it meant I never had
to see the squad again.

Thank God they're slackers.

I bet they're ditching today.

I haven't seen them yet.

I just have to keep
reminding myself

that I am only as small as I
allow people to make me feel.

What the fuck does that mean?

Mom won't stop asking
questions about last night.

I haven't said
anything to her yet,

but I don't know how much
longer I can keep this up.

I feel like shit could literally

not get any worse right now.

I don't know if you've noticed,

but I am hiding in the
bathroom at school.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

This is so fucking weird.

Shit, well...

I guess it's on me
to either stay mad

or actively decide to
forgive and forget.

Absolutely not.

Public seems safe.

Sure.

That seems angry.

Bygones, right?

Well, okay then.

I guess that settles it.

Ugh, just one more class.

You can do this, Ashley.

Good luck.

One, two,
three, four, five, six.

Six.

Six down, one to go.

- Fuck.

I'm so uncomfortable right now.

I'm like shaking.

I just keep trying
to tell myself

that everything's gonna be okay,

but I feel very much like a
turtle in an alligator's mouth

pretending like I'm
being befriended

but I'm really
being eaten alive.

Does that make sense?

Fuck, where is he?

I'm just gonna text him.

Show time.

Oh my gosh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, sorry, I don't
wanna bother you.

- Oh, it's no bother.

Oh, thank you,
I hate being a burden.

- We all need a little
help from time to time.

You can just put
it right back here on my lap,

and I'll take it from here.

- Don't be silly.

Where ya headed?

Sure, just right
here around the corner.

- Yeah.

I'm
parked right there.

- I'll help you.

Thank
you, you're so kind.

- No worries.

Say, what's up with the camera?

A social experiment.

- Oh, like that chick who did
the expose on the catcalling?

Yes, yes.

- That's pretty cool.

Can I be in your movie?

Sure.

You know, if you play
your cards right,

I might even give you a lead.

- Don't make me look bad.

Of course not.

Yeah, yeah.

Do you mind just folding
the wheel chair up

and tossing it in
the back for me.

- Yeah, no worries.

You can just put
that back there.

I play soccer, and I
tore my ACL last year,

so I know what a bitch
it can be to be immobile.

Is that how
you met coach Williams?

It's
okay, go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Karma's a bitch, Ashley.

Maybe you shouldn't
sleep with married men.

I am devoted to you, lord.

Because of you, all
things are possible.

You're my salvation.

You are my light.

Amen.

- Help!

Please somebody!

Help me please!

Help.

That stupid bitch!

- Oh no.

Where do
you think you're going?

No!

No.

No please.

I don't wanna go back
in there, please.

No, I'm sorry.

I'll be good, I'll be good.

Oh, now
you'll be good?

Oh no, yeah.

It'll be okay.

It'll be okay!
- No!

Steps.

Please let me go.

No please.

No please, don't put
me back in the room.

No.

Get in, get in!

Come here, get up.

- No, no.

Get up!

- You don't have to do this,
you don't have to do this!

Get up, get up,
get up, get up, get up!

- No please!

No, no no.

No, no no, please, I'll be good.

I won't leave, I
won't run away again.

Please don't.

No.

No, no, no, no!

Please, please!

I'll be good, I'll be good.

I'll be good.

No, no no.

Please don't, no!

No, no please!

No!

Please don't do this.

I can't trust
you anymore, Ashley!

You're just like
the rest of them.

I can't trust any of you.

- Please.

I'm sorry.

Lies, all lies.

- I'm not lying.

Do you see
what you made me do?

- I'm sorry.

The fuck you are.

- I'm so sorry.

Don't you
fuckin' lie to me, Ashley.

Don't you fuckin' lie to me!

- I'm not.

Look
at me, look at me.

Do you think you've lived
an honest and good life?

Please, look at me.

- Please, I don't know
what you want with me.

That's
not what I asked.

Do you think that you've lived

an honest

and good life?

- I don't know what
you're talking about,

but please just let me go home.

I just wanna go home!

Please, please.

Did you
know that adultery

used to be punishable by death?

Did you know that?

- No.

No.

No, of
course you didn't.

- Please, just let me go.

Please, just let me go.

I won't tell.

I won't tell anybody.

I won't tell anybody,
just untie me.

Please don't leave
me tied up in here.

Please, I'm scared.

No!

Please no!

No!

Please, please let me go!

Please untie me!

Please, I'll be
good, I'll be good,

I'll be good, I'll be good!

I'll be good!

In case there's
any question that I doctored

the footage of
the hashtag squad,

for the sake of my message,

please find the cell phones of
the students in your mailbox.

Perhaps after reviewing
the smut on these devices,

you will understand the
importance of my mission.

- Please untie me.

Please, just untie
me, please, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Please, stay there.

- Please.

Please, don't hurt me.

I've told
you to be quiet.

Now, I have no choice.

- I'll be quiet.

Please.

I'll be quiet, please,
you don't have to hurt me.

Please.

A higher
power judges.

I'm simply his messenger.

What?

Oh, Ashley.

Hey.

You know,

I have a boy close to your age.

And whenever he gets hurt,

I tell him the cut is
only one tiny feeling,

and the pain will go away soon.

I tell him it's
only one tiny memory

of the feeling
that troubles him.

And soon, Ashley, you
won't have to worry about

the memory of your pain,

or the pain you caused.

I've never...

No?

- I swear to God I've
hurt anyone in my life.

No, no?

- No.

You've done nothing?

- No.

Let those
lying lips be silenced.

I'm not lying.

You think
that Mrs. Williams

believes that
you've done nothing?

She certainly feels the pain
from you fucking her husband!

- I'm just a kid!

I'm just a stupid kid, and
I'll never do it again.

Proverbs 30:20,
the way of the adulteress.

- Please.

She eats and
she wipes her mouth,

and says, "I've done no wrong."

You, you're fucking
a married man.

- I'll never do it again.

I'm abused for her.

The adulterer
and the adulteress

shall be put to death.

- No!

And soon, Ashley,

you won't have to worry about
the memories of your pain,

or the pain you've caused,

because you will cease

to exist.

- Please.

The student body
of Agora Heights Academy

are participating in a
horrific abomination.

They livestream every
element of their lives

without fear of consequence.

Greed, lust, gluttony,
pride, sloth,

wrath and envy abounding.

Once you're live streaming,
you never know who's watching

until you've been captured.

I've been watching,

and God has shown me the way.

Attached, please find evidence
of what has transpired.

I hope you can use
this as a lesson.

Our father who art in heaven,

hallow be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
thy will be done.

In the name of the father, and
the son and the holy spirit.

So endeth the lesson.