All language subtitles for One of Us Is Lying s01e01 Pilot.enng

...in the hellscape
that is high school,

I am going to reveal the truth

about all of you
miserable assholes,

just like I did last year,

when I leaked some photos

that got half
the basketball team expelled.

- You liar!

- Helped a lot of couples
see each other

for who they really are.

And of course, I kept you
up to date with the who's who

of addicts, anorexics
and alcoholics.

Privacy is a thing
of the past.

I know everything
that went down this summer.

And on Friday night,
I'll take down

four of Bayview's
biggest offenders.

[Superorganism's "Everybody
Wants To Be Famous" playing]

- * Staring at the stars *

* My face on every screen *

- And I know Friday
is a long way away,

so here's a preview
to get you through the week.

- Oh, perfect timing.

Hope you're hungry.
- Not really.

I'll just have some coffee.

- Sure, so you can crash
by third period?

It's not like this semester
determines whether or not

you get into Yale.
- [sighs]

- You need to feed your brain.
Eat.

- Mmm, I can feel my SAT scores
going up already.

[notification dings]

- Did you see that asshole's
already posting?

* *

- Hola, Papa.
- Buenos días, mi'jitas.

- First up,
I have a bad report card

on a straight-A student
making her About That debut.

She might be top of her class,
but that doesn't mean

I can't get her
thrown out on her ass.

* *

- Ew, can you guys not?
We're eating.

- Well, if not for this,
you wouldn't exist.

- Gross.

Who do you think it's about?

[music distorts]

- I have no idea.

- * Everybody
wants to be famous *

[notification dings]

- [muted panting]

[dance music
playing mutedly]

* *

- * I don't doubt myself
when I get in my head *

* When I get in my head
when I get in my *

* I'm just feeling myself
no I don't get stressed *

* No, I don't get stressed
no I don't get *

* I don't doubt myself
when I get in my head *

* When I get in my head
when I get in my *

* I'm just feeling myself *

[notification dings]

- Now, I know
you school spirit sheep

can't wait to cheer on
the Wildcats this year.

But trust me,

I'll be the real winner
when I reveal one MVP's

sweaty locker room secret.

[low rushing sound]

* *

- Hey, how'd it go?

- Good, just four miles.

Kept the pace light.
- Good.

Take it easy at practice, okay?

Gotta save that arm
for the showcase.

- Dad, come on.

I know how to prep for a game.

* *

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

- Oh, oh, you think that's
because you've had

your old man training you
your whole life?

What's up?
- [laughs] I mean,

it might have a little
something to do with it.

- All right, good.

- Listen.
Just remember,

next Friday
isn't just a game, okay?

It's major league scouts.
- Major league scouts.

- The reason we moved
cross-country.

All right?
Don't forget that.

* *

Cooper.

- Yeah, Dad.

I got it.

- * When I get in my head
when I get in my *

* I'm just feeling myself
no I don't get stressed *

* No I don't get stressed
no I don't get *

- * Jacket on *

* I took it from your closet *

* I'm hooked on,
I'm hooked on *

* The sun feels good
on my body *

* Mm, taut and blue,
got your jacket on *

* I took it from your closet *

* I'm hooked on,
I'm hooked on *

* You *

* *

* I'm hooked on you *

* *

* Hooked on you,
wat you gonna do *

* I'ma make a move
it's just us two *

[notification dings]

- I know you all like
a good love story,

but I prefer a bad one.

So I can't wait to tell you

which of Bayview's
varsity skank squad

isn't as wrapped around
her boyfriend's finger

as much
as you might've thought.

Turns out, she's been wrapped
around another guy's...

well, you know.

- Addy.

Jake's here.

- Is that what you're wearing?

- What's wrong with it?

- You just gotta work
with what you got, babe.

Wouldn't want Jake's eyes
wandering, do you?

- [chuckles]

[knock on door]

- Hey, Miss P.

- How many times do I have
to tell you to call me Ann?

- * I'm hooked on you *

* *

* Hooked on you,
what you gonna do? *

* I'ma make a move
it's just us two *

- Damn, Ads.

* *

- Yeah?

[music continues]

- Yeah.

* *

- [giggles]
- Come here.

* *

- We're gonna be late.
- Mm.

* *

- [grunts]
- [giggles]

- We'll be quick.

[car honking]

- Come on, Addy.
- [giggles]

[moody percussive music]

I didn't know
we were carpooling.

- Oh, yeah, sorry.

TJ crashed his Jeep again.

- You guys, let's go.
We're gonna be late.

Girl, I hope he at least
made you come.

- God, you are such a perv.

I was just finishing my makeup.

- Let's see.

Mm-hmm, I love a natural glow.

[engine starts]

- I don't get it.
- It means they just had sex.

[IDLE's
"DAMAGED GOODS" playing]

[notification dings]

* *

- My final story on Friday

will be about
one of my regulars:

Bayview's most eligible felon.

I know,
even I've gotten bored

of writing about how everyone
wants to fuck a bad boy.

But believe me,

I've got so much fresh dirt,

his probation officer's
gonna fuckin' bury him in it.

* *

- * Damaged goods *

* *

* Send 'em back *

* *

- Hey, babe.

* *

Who the fuck are you?
- Oh, my God.

- Study buddy.

* Your kiss so sweet *

- Babe, wait.
Seriously, I can explain.

- * Your sweat so sour *

- Just wait!

- * Sometimes I'm thinking
that I love you *

* *

* But I know it's only lust *

* *

* The change
will do you good *

- I know that
coming back to school sucks,

but I'm here to promise
that it will not be boring.

[engine revs]

[intercom beeps]

- May I have
your attention please?

Will John Staddon

please report
to the principal's office?

[crowd chatters]

- This place is such a cliché.

It's like everyone's here
to audition

for the reboot
of a John Hughes movie.

- Except none of them even know
who John Hughes is.

- That's the most tragic part.

They don't recognize
the historic forces

that have conspired
to make them

exactly who they are.

[The Universals'
"New Generation" playing]

- You guys had better be
coming to my party on Friday.

It's gonna be sick.

- I'll be there.
- You will.

- I got you.
- And you?

* *

- * Everybody now
is doing their thing *

- Oh, damn!
- Nice.

- * Everything is now
so do it if you can *

* *

- How is it only fifth period,

and I'm already
completely stressed?

- Because we're taking
all AP classes.

- Uh, excuse me.

- What?
- I'll have a grape of yours.

- You can have a grape.

* *

- What the fuck, Nate?
- What?

- You totally left me
on read this morning.

- Oh, yeah.
I had a, um,

situation this morning.

* *

- * Don't matter
what race creed or color *

* *

* Get on to telling
of one another *

* *

* All you sisters
and all you brothers *

- Are you seriously
posting from campus?

It's like you want Gupta
to shut you down.

- I'm not worried.

Principal Gupta
would rather die

than censor anyone's
unique form of self-expression.

- [chuckles]

She might have become
a fascist over the summer.

We don't know.
A lot can happen in two months.

- Well, even if she did--

which she did not--

she can't prove it's me.

According to my VPN,
I just posted from Tokyo.

It's your lucky day.
[notifications beeping]

I know you said you'd
have to wait until Friday,

But looking at all of you

and your boring,
predictable little cliques,

talking about the same
predictable bullshit,

makes me realize that
it is my moral duty

to do something to make
this day more interesting.

So here's a little taste
to hold you over

until the end of the week.

By now, most of you have
probably noticed the new girl,

FJ, making friends
with the theater nerds.

[phones beeping, buzzing]
She may look harmless,

but don't be fooled
by her innocent smile.

Turns out, she's only here

because she got kicked out
of her last school

for stabbing her
English teacher in the back--

literally.

Good thing her daddy's rich,

or she'd be eating lunch
behind bars right now.

- Wait, guys,
did something just happen?

[intense tone]

[students chattering]

- I promised this year
wouldn't be boring.

And I never break a promise.

[bell rings]

- Welcome to AP Physics.

If you're looking for Phys Ed,
that's in the gym,

and I recommend you leave now.

Physics tells us
that the universe

is governed by immutable laws--

kind of like my classroom.

If you break my laws,

you'll find out that
for every boneheaded action,

there is an equal
and opposite reaction.

[phone ringing]

- Bronwyn,

how good of you to help me
demonstrate this concept.

Is this yours?

- Uh, yes, but my phone's
in my locker.

- Open it.
[ringing continues]

- This--this isn't my phone.
[ringing]

- Your action was to bring
a cell phone into class.

And my equal
and opposite reaction

is to give you detention.

- What?

That's not fair because
that's not my phone.

- It is fair.

And it's final.

You can have your phone back
after detention.

- [muffled] Okay, people,
let's open our books now.

Page 18.

- Hey.

You ready to school me
in debate?

- So ready.

[inhales]

I just have to make
a quick stop first.

- Okay, cool.
- In detention.

[signs]
- Bronwyn Rojas.

Detention
on the first day of school?

- It's a total
misunderstanding.

Can you tell Ms. Fox
I'll be late?

- Sure.

Uh, I'm gonna stop by
the cafeteria.

Lemon Snapple?

- You're the best.

- Bronwyn.

I'm flattered.
I, uh--

I didn't know you were a fan.

- I'm not.
That was a hate read.

- Oh, that's a shame.

Out of everyone,
I thought you would get it.

- Get what?

- That I'm doing
a public service.

You don't think girls
deserve to know

that Reggie has a camera
hidden above his bed?

- Oh, so it's a feminist app?

You're like a teenage
Ronan Farrow?

- Oh, so you do get it.

- Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have somewhere to be.

- Huh, small world.

Me too.

[bell rings]

- Congratulations.

You're the only five students
in this entire school

who could still get detention
every day this year.

In my experience,

the students who get detention

on the first day of school
end up here a lot.

So we might as well
get to know each other.

I want you to write an essay
introducing yourselves

and reflecting
on what you did to get here.

There will be no talking,
no passing notes,

and no more doodling.

- Ms. Avery,

I know you didn't
believe me in class,

but that phone you found
wasn't mine,

so I technically
don't belong here.

- Oh, no, Bronwyn would never
intentionally break the rules.

- No, I wouldn't.

And I didn't.

See? My phone's right here.

- Did you seriously bring
another phone into detention?

Hand it over.
- I'm sorry, but

doesn't the fact that you're
confiscating my phone twice

seem weird to you?

I mean, why would anyone
have two phones?

- Well, I can think of
a few reasons.

What about you, Nathan?

- What's your problem, man?

- With you?

Oh, I think you know.
- Enough.

Papers and pens out.

- If I'm gonna
stay here unfairly,

could I at least
use my computer?

I try to avoid paper
for environmental reasons.

- Oh, well,
I try to avoid devices

that connect to the Internet

for "making sure that you
actually do your work" reasons.

- But I, uh--
- Oh, another word,

and you'll have detention
again tomorrow.

And I don't think either of us
really wants that, do you?

How are there more questions,
Simon?

This is
a very simple assignment.

- I just need to go get
my water from my locker.

- No, you can go 45 minutes
without water.

- Well, actually, no, I can't.

I have xerostomia.
It's a medical condition

where my salivary glands
underperform.

- Yeah,
I know what dry mouth is.

You may get a cup of water
from the water cooler.

- The cups have--
- And no,

I don't care that the cups
are made out of paper,

Bronwyn.

What I do care about

is that everybody is quiet
and doing their work.

It's 1,000 words,

so I recommend
that you start now.

[bang on window]

[light music playing]

[distant cheers]

* *

[students yelling]

- Oh, shit.

- Okay, I wanna see

real progress on those essays
by the time I get back.

* *

- Oh, my God.
- [chuckles]

That's the Laguna guys, right?

- That's insane.
- It's fucking Laguna.

- Addie, do you, uh,

recognize any of those asses?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It just means that you
have sex with jocks,

so, you know,

I thought you might have
seen 'em naked.

- Your obsession with
other people's sex lives

is seriously pathetic.

- [chuckles]

What about you, Coop?

- What about me, Simon?

- Just from the locker room.

- I don't spend my time
at the locker room

staring at other guys' asses.

[car honking]

[people shouting]

- Oh, and of course
they got away.

You know, nobody at this school
would get called out

for anything
if it weren't for me.

- Why do you care
what happens to them?

- Well, it's not about them.

It's about the principle
of the thing.

- The principle.

- There's so many privileged
assholes in this school

who just think they can
get away with anything

because, what,

rules don't apply to them?

[coughs]

It's bullshit.

[coughs]

[heart beating]

This tastes weird.

[coughing]

[gasps]

I think there's something
wrong with this.

[gasps]
- Simon, are you okay?

- [coughs]

[intense music playing]

I need my pen.

[grunts]
I need my pen.

- What's wrong with him?
- Help!

- I'm calling 911.
- What pen, Simon?

- His EpiPen, Jesus.
He's allergic.

- What does it look like?

- You don't know what
a fucking EpiPen looks like?

- Um, what the--

Hey, you wanna help?

- Yeah, my classmate
is having an allergic reaction.

Yeah, he's not--
he's not breathing well.

He's having trouble breathing.
- Is that the pen?

- No, it's not here.

It's not here. It's not here.
- [groans, wheezes]

- Go to the nurse's office,
see if she has EpiPens, okay?

Go now! Now!
- Send an ambulance, quick.

[intense music]
[heart beating, static]

- Simon, you're gonna be okay,
all right?

- An ambulance is on the way.

Addy, can you do something?
Come help!

[heart beating, static]

- Just breathe. Just stay calm.

You're good.
- [coughs]

* *

[wheezes]

[coughs, gasps]

- Pen, pen!
Where's the pen?

- I don't have it!

The nurse wasn't there,
and the box was empty.

- Fuck, are you sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure!

[muffled static, noise]

- I don't think he's breathing.
- Fuck.

- Can you go check
if the paramedics are here?

* *

[distant siren blaring]

[radio chatter]

[emotional music]

* *

[radio chatter]

* *

[siren blaring]

- Addy?
Hey, hey, what happened?

Hey, we saw an ambulance.
What happened?

What happened?

- I don't know.

Simon had an allergic reaction
or something.

[whistle blows]

It was so scary.
It looked like he was dead.

- It's okay, I got you.

I got you.

- Everyone else knew
exactly what to do.

And I just stood there
freaking out.

[electronic music playing]

- [breathing heavily]

Hey, beautiful.

What's up?
- I got your text.

I wanted to make sure
you're really okay.

* *

- I'm fine.

I promise.

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

I just keep thinking
about his post this morning.

A jock with a secret.

What if he knows?

- That could be about anybody.

I mean, name one jock

that didn't do something
messed up this summer.

We're good.

I promise.

- Okay.

* *

[Florence + the Machine's
"Never Let Me Go" playing]

- * Looking up
from underneath *

* Fractured moonlight
on the sea *

* Reflections still look
the same to me *

* As before I went under *

* And it's peaceful
in the deep *

* 'Cause either way
you cannot breathe *

* No need to pray *

* No need to speak *
[music fades]

- You need a ride
or something?

- No thanks.
[sniffs]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- You don't look good.

I mean,

you look like you just saw...

what you saw.

[mournful music playing]

- He looked like he was dying,
don't you think?

* *

- Yeah, he did.

But the ambulance got there
really fast, so...

who knows?

* *

I should probably go.

- Nate, um--
- Yeah?

* *

- I'm really sorry
about your mom.

* *

I should have called. I--

I wanted to, I just...

- I wasn't exactly
waiting by the phone.

- No, of course not.

I'm--I'm sorry.

I guess it's a weird time
to bring it up.

- No, it's okay.

I get it.

* *

Death makes you think of death.

* *

- So you do think he's dead.

* *

- I don't know, Bronwyn.

It was pretty fucked.

* *

Let me drive you home.

* *

- [sighs]

* *

Will you go slow?

- [chuckles]

It's more fun if I go fast.

[laughs]

Yeah, I'll go slow.

[Florence + the Machine's
"Never Let Me Go" playing]

- * And it's breaking
over me *

* A thousand miles
down to the sea bed *

* Found the place
to rest my head *

- You're gonna want
to hold on tighter than that.

[engine revs]
- * Never let me go *

* Never let me go
never let me go *

* And the arms of the ocean *

* Are carrying me *

* And all this devotion *

* Was rushing out of me *

* And the crashes are heaven *

* For a sinner like me *

* But the arms of the ocean *

* Ooh *

- [laughs]
That was kind of awesome.

- Yeah, you should see
how it feels

when I hit the speed limit.

- I don't think
I can handle that.

- Ooh, you got a helmet line.

- Oh.

[phone ringing]

- Hey, isn't that Simon's--

- Sorry, it's my mom.

- Yeah.
[ringing continues]

- Hi, Mom.

Oh, my God.
Are you--are you sure?

[intense music playing]

Yeah, no, I'm--I'm home.

Yeah, I'll, um--
I'll see you soon.

I love you too.

* *

He's dead.

* *

Simon's dead.

* *

[bell rings]

- Good morning.

[mournful music playing]
- As many of you know,

Simon Kelleher tragically
passed away yesterday

after experiencing
an allergic rection.

Losing a member
of our community

is an awful way
to begin the new year.

So my message to you today
is simple:

let yourselves grieve.

There will be grief counselors
available all week.

And of course,
my door is always open.

We will be honoring
Simon's life

at tomorrow night's
football game.

[voice fades]
I hope you'll all attend.

[muffled] It is so important
that we come together...

[high tone plays]

[crowd chatters]

[subtle foreboding music
plays]

* *

- Addy?

- Yeah?

- You were there, right?

* *

- Yeah.

- I was just wondering
how bad it was.

* *

- I mean, it was awful.

He literally died
right in front of my eyes.

- I meant for him.

Was he scared,
or did he suffer?

* *

[music intensifies]

- He, um...

- Did you guys even try
to help him?

- [stammers]

- Hey, come on, no.

You don't have to answer that,
all right?

You've been through enough.

Come on.

It's fine.
It's fine.

* *

- I do not want to go
to a counselor.

I want to go to calculus.

- Wait, you want to go
to calculus?

- More than talking to
a stranger about my feelings.

- Bronwyn!

Hey.

- Hey.

- How are you?

- Oh, I'm fine.

You can stop worrying.

- I can't help it.

Uh, you still up to hang out
tomorrow night?

- Yeah, definitely.

I'm really excited about it.
- Yeah.

Excited. [laughs]

Uh, I'm actually
going this way.

So...

- I'll see you later.
- See you.

- So, what's tomorrow night?

- Oh, they're having a Chaplin
retrospective at The Avon.

Nate!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How's it going?

- Uh, I mean, I've been better.

Could barely sleep last night.

- Yeah, me too.

- So, um, I've--
I've gotta get to math,

but maybe we can talk later?

- Sure.

Cool.

- Um, please tell me
you're not, like,

trauma bonding
with Nate Macauley.

- What?

No, obviously not.

- Good.
Thank God STDs aren't airborne.

[intercom beeps]

- May I have your attention,
please?

Would Bronwyn Rojas,
Cooper Clay,

Adelaide Prentiss,
and Nathaniel Macauley

please report to my office?

[tense music playing]

[muffled voices talking]

* *

- I heard the new nurse
got fired.

- Because of the EpiPens?

* *

- I guess so.

[door clicks open]

- Hi, guys.
How are we all doing?

I want to introduce you
to Officer Miller.

She has a couple questions

about what you witnessed
yesterday.

Speaking with her is,
of course,

completely voluntary.

But we'd really appreciate
your time.

- Wasn't it an accident?

- We certainly hope so.

- But we don't know.

Simon died after going
into anaphylactic shock

from his peanut allergy.

And we found
traces of peanut oil

in the cup he used
during detention yesterday.

So we need to know
how it got there.

And why there were no EpiPens
in the nurse's office,

or his bag, for that matter.

- Why would we know anything
about that stuff?

* *

- Because they think
one of us did it.

- W-wait, what?

- W--is that true?

- We're just trying to
understand the whole picture.

And I think
that the four of you

can help with that.

- Bronwyn,

why don't we start with you?

[intense music playing]

So you had a phone
in your bag that wasn't yours.

That seems strange.

- Yeah, that's what I said.

[stammers] Do you think
it has something to do

with what happened to Simon?

- Tell me about your personal
relationship with Simon.

Were the two of you friendly?

- I barely knew him.

I moved here last year
for baseball.

- You went to
the nurse's office yesterday

before Simon died.

Why?
- I didn't.

- Then why is your name
in the nurse's log?

* *

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

- You have a probation officer.

Why is that?

- I'm pretty sure it says why

in the file you're holding.

- I'd like to hear
your version.

- My version is that
I sold drugs to rich kids,

and then I got caught.

- I understand you and Simon

were numbers one and two
in your class.

Were you competitive?

- Um, maybe a little.

We both definitely wanted
valedictorian.

- You transferred
from Mississippi.

- Baseball the only reason
for the move?

- Yeah, I want to be able
to play year-round.

It's better
for getting recruited.

- So it didn't have
anything to do

with whatever's
in your sealed record?

* *

- That's not supposed
to be in my file.

- Well, you have two strikes.

A third would mean doing time.

And you turned 18 in December,

so we're not talking
juvenile detention anymore.

- Look, I haven't sold
in months, okay?

Ask my probation officer.

- What about Simon's app--

About That?

Did you know he was the author?

- Yeah, I guess so.

- He made up a lot
of bullshit about me, so yeah.

- It was
kind of sad, actually.

He didn't have
a lot of friends,

so he tended to write
about the rest of us.

- Yeah, I mean,
everybody knew.

It was an open secret,

And honestly,
I don't understand

why it didn't get shut down.

- What Simon did off campus
was his business.

- Were you ever worried
that he would write about you?

Any secrets
you didn't want getting out?

- No, never.

- Not that I can think of, no.

- No, I try to stay drama free.

- [chuckles]

Sure.

Everybody has secrets, right?

* *

- Thank you so much
for your cooperation.

You've been very helpful.

- Are we done?

Can we, um, go to class?

- Actually, one last thing--

We haven't found
Simon's bag or laptop.

* *

Any ideas where they might be?

* *

- Um, he definitely had
his bag in the library.

- Um, yeah, I thought
the, uh, paramedics took it.

- No, they didn't.

* *

Okay, well,

thank you anyway.

* *

[tense music heightens]

* *

[dark pop music playing]

* *

[knock on door]

- Yeah?

- Hey, B,

Nate Macauley's here.

* *

- You're joking, right?

Hey.
- Hey.

- Vete.

What are you, um--
- Doing here?

- Yeah.
- I was on my way home

and remembered you saying
something about talking later.

So here I am.

- So here you are.

- It's a nice place.

- Thank you.

- Do I get a tour?

- Um...

[door clicks shut]

- So, um,

what are we talking about?

- I--I didn't have,
like, a thing.

I just--

I thought it was kind of nice
talking again yesterday.

- I guess it had been a while,
huh?

- Hm.

- So, um,

you want to know
what I've been up to

for the past, uh, seven years.

- Oh, I've...

followed along on About That.

- Yeah,
that's one version of it.

- Sorry, I was just kidding.

Too soon.

- Still into lady rockers, huh?

- Still?

How did you even--

- Fifth-grade piano recital.

You played that, uh,
Florence and the Machine song

while everyone else was playing
Frère Jacque and shit.

- Wow, I--[laughs]

You actually remember that.

- Yeah, it was cool.

Unexpected.

- Okay, um,

I do have a thing.

[inhales]

Do you really think
the cops suspect us?

- Yeah, I do.

But don't worry,
they're not gonna look

at the pretty, rich,
valedictorian

when they have me to focus on.

- Don't say that.

- You probably
should have told them

about his bag, though.

- What about it?

[tense music playing]

- That you have it.

- [scoffs] That I--
I don't have it.

- You don't have it?

- I don't.

- But if you did have it,

it would be smart
to get rid of it.

- If I did have it,
it would only be

because Simon
lives across the street,

and I thought of giving it back
when he got better.

- Okay, then in this
totally hypothetical situation,

you should give it back
to his parents

and hope that they give you
the benefit of the doubt.

- Girls?

Hello?

- Shit.

That's my mom.

- We're not supposed to have
guys in the house.

- Sucks for your dad.

- [whispering] Nate!

- Don't worry, sneaking out

is a specialty of mine.

Yeah, I got it.

- I'm so sorry.

* *

- Sorry I'm late.

Coach kept me
longer than usual.

Keels,
I didn't know you were here.

I would have hurried home.

- Man, I'm starving.
- It's okay.

Lucas has been keeping me
entertained.

- Not in those clothes.

And we've got company.

- Oh, I don't mind.
- I mind.

And Cooper knows better.

Don't you, Cooper?

- Yes, Nonny.

- [chuckles]

I hope you brought
your appetite, sugar.

[door creaks open]

- 'Sup, dickbag?

- What do you want?

- You said you were gonna
break up with her.

- Yeah, well, it's complicated.

- Look,
I get Dad would freak out.

- I'd never get drafted.
All right?

Pro baseball's
still totally homophobic.

And they're already
scrutinizing

everything about me.

- I understand.

And I'm not trying
to tell you how to come out.

Okay? I know that's
a hugely personal decision.

But, dude, Keely
is a beautiful, sexual woman

who is in love with you.

It's not fair to lie to her,
man.

- She knows, Lucas.

She's the first person I told.

- You told her
before you told me?

- [sighs]

- I just don't get it.

I mean, she is so hot.
- [laughs]

- I mean, she could have
anybody at the school.

Why you?

- Look, she's my best friend.

- She needs it too, okay?

- Oh, Keely's a lesbian.

- [chuckles]

No, it's not that, dumbass.

- Well,
when you end up in jail,

do you think
I've got a shot with her?

- Yeah?
- Definitely not.

- You're a dick for that one.
- [laughs]

[engine running]

[engine stops]

[rock music playing]

* *

[television chatter]

- Hey, Dad.

First week of school's
going great.

I watched someone die,

and the cops think
I killed him.

* *

Thanks for asking.

* *

- Hey, Stan.

* *

[notification beeps]

* *

[phone unlocks]

* *

[keypad beeps]

Bye, Stan.

[mellow music playing]

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I am so happy to see you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

* *

- Cool, I'll see you next time.

- You don't wanna hang out?

* *

- Come on, I don't think
your boyfriend would like that.

- He's not my boyfriend.

Well, not really.

And he doesn't have to know.

* *

- I gotta go.

- Seriously?

* *

- Seriously.

* *

[music intensifies]

* *

- What the fuck
are you doing here?

- What do you think?

[grunts]

- His cash. Grab it!

Come on!
Let's go.

* *

[teens chattering]

- Listen up, listen up.

I bet anybody 50 bucks I throw
for at least 300 tonight.

- Ooh.

- Okay, I'll--
I'll take that bet.

- No hesitancy whatsoever.

- 300 yards is a lot of yards.

But maybe
if Cooper played football...

- [chuckles]
- He could pull it off.

- No, stop--
- Oh.

Stop bringing this up.
[all chattering]

This is not a thing.

- We all know
that Cooper would never

waste this arm on that shit.

- Oh, that's true.
- You know what?

Get out of my hot tub.
- Get out.

[all arguing]

- I'll take that one.
It's on.

[laughter]

- My money's on Jake.

- Thank you.
- Like, yeah, I just think

he's gonna be
playing extra hard

in honor of Simon tonight.

- Oh, God.
- Oh, don't--

why'd you gotta bring that up?

- This whole dedication thing
is so awkward.

As if he even went to a game.
- I know.

- I feel like it would be
more awkward if we did nothing.

Right?
- Right.

I'm sorry, I forgot
you were friends with him.

- No, trust me,
I'd rather forget too.

I'm just saying, we have to

acknowledge the fact
that he died.

Even if he was an asshole.
- I barely knew the dude,

but a dedication
at a football game

doesn't really sound
like it'd be his dying wish.

- I don't know.
I just want his last post.

I want to know what he had.
- I know.

I mean, couldn't he have just
drank the peanut oil on Monday?

- Okay, too dark.
- Wow.

- Oh, I didn't realize
we were all--

- Whoa!
- That was a serious question.

I'm just--
- Serious question,

why couldn't he
have died later?

- Enough. It wasn't--

[muffled hip-hop music
playing]

- [inhales sharply]

* *

Oh, f--

[gasps]

[tense music playing]

[heart beating]

[sniffs]

[muffled hip-hop continues]

* *

[gasps]

- Hey.

* *

You okay?

- What are you doing?

- Look, I just--

I just wanna talk to you.

- TJ, we can't--

don't do this.

- Do what?

- Be alone in a bathroom
together.

- Nobody followed, okay?

I promise.

- [breathes heavily]

- Look, I--

I just want you to know

that I'm not gonna tell anyone.

* *

- You mean anybody else?

* *

- I mean anyone at all.

- Simon knew.

That cheating post
was obviously

gonna be about us.
- You don't know that, okay?

- You listen to me.

[tense music playing]

Our secret died with him.

And if anyone else finds out,

you will regret it.

* *

[clears throat]

[marching band music playing]

* *

[crowd chatters]

- Hey, uh,
did you guys get ribbons yet?

They're for Simon.

- Uh, no, we haven't.

- We're asking everyone
to wear them tonight.

In solidarity.

- Cool.
- And don't forget

to caption your photos
RIPSimon

and RibbonsOfSolidarity.

- Okay.
- 'Kay.

Bye!

[marching band continues]

- Okay,
I'm gonna get some popcorn.

Hashtag thanks for the ride.

- 'Kay.

Thanks for doing this.

I know it's not exactly
a Chaplin festival,

but, um,
my mom insisted I come.

- It's fine.

We can watch
Sir Charlie Chaplin

another night.

Or, who knows?

Maybe tonight's
the night I give up on film

and fall in love with...

American football.

- Please don't do that.

I really don't want
to be responsible for that.

- Well,
I can't make any promises.

Uh, should we sit?

- You're short.

- I told you, I got robbed.

- You have one week.

- I'll have it.

[distant marching band music]

* *

Hey, Maeve, right?

* *

- Yeah.

* *

Shit, your eye.

- Oh, it's--
it's nothing.

Is Bronwyn around?

- Uh, yeah, she's...

* *

Down there.

* *

With...Evan.

* *

- Right.

I guess I'll see you around.

* *

- Good evening.

Thank you all
for coming out tonight.

As you know,

our Wildcats
are playing tonight

in honor of Simon Kelleher,

our dear classmate, student,
and friend.

And now it is my pleasure

to introduce you
to Simon's best friend,

Janae Matthews,

who will be singing
the National Anthem.

[pom poms shaking]

[microphone rumbles]

- Hey, everyone.

Um,

Principal Gupta asked me
to sing the anthem tonight,

but the thing is,

Simon would really hate

to see me buying into all this
patriotic school spirit shit.

And I'm here to sing for Simon.

So, Simon, wherever you are,

this is for you.

[strums ukulele]

- * Look inside *

* Look inside your tiny mind *

* And look a bit harder *

* 'Cause you're so uninspired *

* So sick and tired *

* Of all the hatred
you harbor *

* So you say *

* It's not okay to be gay *

* Well I think
you're just evil *

* You're just some racist *

* Who can't tie my laces *

* Your point of view
is medieval *

* Fuck you *

[crowd murmurs]
* Fuck you *

* Very, very much *

* Fuck you
'cause we hate *

- Fuck you too!
- * What you do *

* And we hate your whole crew *

* So please don't
stay in touch *

* *

* Fuck you *
[microphone dies]

- Okay. Okay.

We are all gonna find
different ways

to honor Simon.

Uh, thank you, Janae...

- [man] Whoo!
- For sharing that very

personal and spirited tribute
with us.

[scattered applause]

[crowd murmurs]

- Wow.

That was, um--

- Insane?

- Yeah.

[whistle blows]

[marching band plays]

* *

[cheerleaders chanting]

- [sighs]

Do you wanna get out of here?

I was really just here
for the Simon tribute thing.

- Yeah, yes. [laughs]

Definitely.

* *

[subtle dark music playing]

* *

[crowd cheers]

[whistle blows]

* *

Bye, guys.

[CLOVES' "Manic" playing]

- Go, go, go!
- Keep chugging!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

- Whoo!

- All right!
- Man!

- Yes!

- Oh, my God, kiss me!

- Go splash in!

- * Hold me till I fade away *

* Maybe I'm numb *

* Maybe you don't understand *

* Maybe I'm numb *

* M-m-maybe *

- [gasps, giggles]

[intense music playing]
- Did I scare you?

[notification beeps]

[phones beeping]

[crowd chattering]

[beeping, buzzing]

* *

- Jake, Addy.

- What?

- Someone is, like,
confessing to killing Simon.

* *

Holy shit, you guys.

* *

- "I got the idea
for killing Simon

"while watching
some shit news show.

"There was this story about
a guy who killed his wife.

"Sort of obvious.

"I mean, it's always
the husband, right?

But it took the police
months to catch him."

- You need to see this.

* *

[music heightens]

* *

- "Turns out,

"a lot of people were happy
this woman was dead.

"She had gotten
a coworker fired,

"had an affair
with her friend's husband--

she was a nightmare."

* *

[phone buzzes]

* *

- "Basically,
there was motive

"everywhere the police looked.

"And that got me thinking.

"That's the kind of person

"you can get away
with killing--

someone everybody wants dead."

* *

- "Let's face it,
we all hated Simon.

"I was just the only one
with enough guts

to do something about it."

* *

- "You're welcome."

* *

- "You're Welcome."

* *

- "You're welcome."

* *

- "You're welcome."

* *

[spacey rock music]

* *

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