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- They say even
the bravest wild cat hunts

with their head down,
stalking its prey.

Killing its quarry when they're
at their most vulnerable.

Out there in the field
last night,

our Wildcats didn't
just murder Dana Point,

we slaughtered them!

Whoo! Hey!

Too soon? Yeah, I--I get it.

Well, uh,

the last few weeks have been
a total nightmare, guys.

But we will be
the disco mirror ball

that shines the way forward.

Who's ready to party? Hey!

- Oh, and if you forgot to vote

for our homecoming king
and queen, too late.

The results are
being tallied right now.

Thank you.

- Hey, welcome back, TJ. Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- That was amazing.
- Thank you.

Any word from Addy?
- Still nothing.

- I know she's not
on squad anymore,

but skipping the homecoming
game is not like her.

I'm kind of worried.

- Yeah.
I'll--I'll be right back.

- Again, why are we doing this?

- Because mom and dad think
you looks a lot less

like a murderer all dressed up
and smiling for the cameras.

- They overestimate
the power of this dress.

- B, do I really have to tell
you that it's your senior year?

You don't want
a few good memories

before the inevitable
court proceedings?

- Not funny, Maeve.
- Okay, fine.

No more jokes about you
potentially going to prison.

Say, "Not guilty!"

- This is a circle of hell
even Dante never imagined.

- Time to party, losers.

Oh, Bronwyn Rojas with the
little sister sympathy date.

Ew, what a stunt queen.

- Everywhere these people go
turns into a shit show.

At least Addy had
the decency not to come

to the game last night.
- Ugh.

- Wait, is that...?

- You look cute.

Also, next time
I text the group chat,

don't you dare
leave me on read.

- Seriously, though,
we need to talk.

- Okay, you want to tell me why
we're meeting a few feet away

from the entire fucking school?

- Someone was at the water park
last night stalking me,

like, inside the park,
following me,

and none of you were there.
- What? Who?

Are you okay?
- Barely.

- And they followed you
to Murder club?

- We really need a rebranding.

- If Nate hadn't finally
shown up,

I'd be taking selfies
with Jesus right now.

- I wanted to hear
what she had to say.

You guys might wanna
hear it too.

- I know who posted our secrets
to About That.

- What?
- Who?

- Right on cue.

- My art.

- Vote for us
for homecoming courts

if you wish
to come to my after-party.

- Does he have your vote?

Comes with an invitation to
get roofied at his pool party.

- That is a hard pass.

Also, does nobody see the irony
in voting for a monarchy?

History teachers at this school
are failing us.

- Democracy sucks.
- Right.

- After all, he is most likely
to end up in Washington

representing California's
48th congressional district.

- Weren't you friends
with this guy?

- Well, to be fair,
he was always an asshole.

Then one summer, he got abs,

and I draw the line
at an asshole with abs.

- You drew the line?

- You know, there should really
be some sort of public database

for these charlatans.

Expose these entitled assholes
for who they really are.

- Yeah, there should be
an app for that.

- Well, now, there's an idea.

You know what?
We should go to Homecoming.

- Whoa, no.
- Together.

- No, Simon, I can't,

'cause I have to gouge
my eyes out that night.

- And I'm serious.

- We could get some inspiration
for this app idea.

- You little fucked up
"Gossip Girl" wannabe.

- "Gossip Girl"? Wow.

You are gay.

- And you fucking
ruined our lives.

Why should we listen to her?

- Just hear her out, please.

Tell them about the messages.

- Yeah, I posted your secrets,
but that's it.

Somebody locked me out
and changed the password

before the picture
of your meeting was posted,

and the video of you, Bronwyn.

Last time I tried to log in,
all I got

was this threatening message.

It popped up
and then disappeared.

- What did it say?

- "Simon says: back off."

- But you have no proof.

- Okay, do you guys have
any idea of what would happen

if they catch us
meeting in secret again?

How that'll look
in the eyes of the police,

who we already know
are dying to make an arrest?

- Wait, we think we know

who killed Simon,
and who's been stalking us.

- So just tell us already.

- It's TJ.

- TJ?
- Yeah.

The day that Simon
was murdered,

I saw TJ grab him in the hall.

They had a whole argument.
It's how Simon got detention.

I'm pretty sure
TJ was threatening him, okay?

I didn't think anything
of it at first,

but that's just because
I thought one of you did it.

No offense.

- What if TJ knew that Simon
was going to post our secrets?

He told me he had done
something he wasn't proud of.

- Of course you'd think
someone would kill for you.

- Well, someone was stalking me
at the water park last night,

and TJ has been messaging me,
and is obsessed with me.

And after I broke his heart,
and he got suspended,

someone revoked Janae's
access to About That,

followed the four of us,

and then posted that photo
of our meeting place.

So, like, maybe you can
just believe women, Bronwyn.

- Seriously?

- TJ's like,
the chillest guy I've ever met.

I really don't see it.

- Is it possible
he's smarter than he looks

and sounds and acts?

Look, I mean, sometimes people
aren't what you expect.

- And sometimes people
are exactly what you expect.

This is ridiculous.

- If it's so ridiculous,

Nate would be crossing the
border into Tijuana right now.

Instead, he's here,
helping me with my plan.

- Is that true?

- He had his passport
on him last night.

He still has it
on his motorcycle,

and he's planning to leave
if my plan doesn't--

- I didn't think
it mattered to you

where I parked my bike,
Bronwyn.

- Okay, not this shit again.
What do you mean your plan?

- TJ's here tonight.

I can get close to him,
maybe tug on his heartstrings,

distract him and then Nate
can swing by, swipe his phone,

and we can use his location
data to retrace his steps.

- No!

If you're right about TJ,
that means

that he's
a psycho stalker killer.

You shouldn't be tugging
on anything of his.

- He's actually right.
- Thanks.

- You should do it.

- Excuse me?
- You're his friend.

Make him use his phone,
check the code.

Once he's had a few drinks,
I'll bump into him and take it.

- Okay, okay, say we do this.

How are you going to get
the data off TJ's phone?

- I heard that your sister's
good with computers

and stuff, so--
- No, no way. Don't you see?

She's pointing at someone else
so we don't focus on her.

- Oh, that's
normally your thing.

- What are you saying?

- We all saw the video.
You stole the laptop.

Clearly, you didn't want
your secret getting out.

- Neither did any of you.

And I didn't tell you
about the laptop

because I didn't want
to implicate you,

but you went ahead
and ratted me out

the first chance you got.

- They were pressuring me
about Cooper and--

and his incident in the past.

- What? So there's something?

- That doesn't matter.

- It matters
if you're still lying to us.

- Okay, well,
I may not be perfect,

but at least
I didn't fake my mom's death.

- Okay, you guys, enough.

There's someone out there
trying to frame us,

and, judging by last night,
even trying to kill us.

Can we all just work together
for one night?

- Fine.

But my sister's not gonna
be involved in this.

And just so you know,
I don't trust her.

I barely trust any of you.

You look--
- Ridiculous? I know.

- That's not
what I was gonna say.

- That's not how I wanted you
to find out I was leaving.

- Look, Janae's story
doesn't add up.

If Simon was caught fighting
with TJ,

then why wasn't TJ
in detention?

- It would at least be
on his record.

- So if the story is true,
then Gupta would have

a record of the altercation.

In her office.

- Your parents are right.

I am a bad influence.

- Don't think I didn't notice

you and your murder crew
disappeared at the same time.

- It's Murder Club.

You can at least get
the hashtag right

since your date started it.

- You really want to share
a hashtag with those people?

- Dude, why do you care?

What, is this about Addy?

Look, if you're still mad,
maybe you should talk to her.

- It's not about her, man.
It's about you.

That arm is a golden ticket.

You know what I'd do
for that kind of talent?

You know,
I'd be a shitty friend

if I just sat around

and watched you throw
that all away for them.

You're Cooper
fucking Clay, man.

You have any idea
how lucky you are?

- Where the fuck is Nate?

- Okay, come on, come on.

- It's locked.

- Try her desk
while I work on this one.

- It's not here.

Oh, I guess that makes sense

considering this one folder is
taking up all the space.

Nathaniel MaCauley.

It's even bigger
than I thought it'd be.

- That's bait.

- You think there's anything
in here that might explain

how your mom rose
from the dead?

- How long
have you been waiting

to bring it up, Bronwyn?

- Oh, I don't know, Nate.

Ever since I saw her
at your house, not dead.

- I'm sorry
I lied to you, okay?

But I'm not sorry
you didn't know the truth

because that would mean
you know

about her mental health issues,

her drug problems,
how she abandoned me.

I told the lie because
it was easier than the truth.

But once you say
something like that,

how--how do you unsay it?

You sound like a fucking psycho
at that point.

And it's not how I wanted you
to look at me.

Shit!

- Taking my 15 upstairs,
getting coffee, over.

- All right, copy that.

- Shit.

- Yeah, hey, Tim,
we need you downstairs.

- Damn it. Copy that.
On my way.

- You have long and lonely ride
to Mexico ahead of you.

We should get moving.

- Fuck.

- TJ Forester.

There's nothing here
about a fight with Simon.

I knew she was lying.

- No, she wasn't.

Simon's detention slip
for an altercation with TJ.

- So Janae wasn't lying?

Why was Simon the only one
who got detention?

- Sorry, sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, um, how--how's it going?

- How's it going?

I mean, you would know
if you hadn't ghosted me.

- Technically, it's not
ghosting if I come back.

If anything, I'm a zombie.

- Right.

Too bad I forgot my crossbow.

- TJ, look,
I was in a bad place.

Just needed a little time
to screw my head on straight.

Can we please talk?

- Let's go somewhere private.

- How about a dance?

- A dance?
- Yeah.

- What about your ex? Huh?
What about my ex?

- It's our last homecoming.

There's no one else I'd
rather dance with right now.

- Can you believe her?

- Haven't you been grinding
all over Jake tonight, Vanessa?

- Um, okay, speaking
of unwelcomed observations,

there's a little rumor going
around about your boyfriend.

And in my opinion, shoe fits.

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

- Were you not questioned
by the police?

They're implying
you're really not his type.

Because he's gay.

- And I read on TMZ

that Addy and Bronwyn were
members of Simon's sex cult,

so whatever.

- Yeah, whatever.

- This isn't going
according to plan.

- You know, I've had a lot
of time to think

about you, about that night.

- And?

- I think that you might be
the one I was looking for.

- Can I cut in?

- What are you doing--
- It's her choice.

Have fun.

- Jake, what are we
even doing right now?

- Nothing we've never
done before.

Also, this is a clear case
for hair police.

- This would be worth
the electric chair

for Officer Riordan.

But I like it.

- I actually like it too.

Look, Addy,
I know things have been crazy.

- Hey. Yeah, don't worry.
I got it.

- What the f--

- What's going on with you?
- Jake--

- Hey, hey. Hey, hello--

Wow.

Um, it is the moment
you've all been waiting for.

It is time to announce
your homecoming

cis-royalty, or whatever.

Um, your Homecoming
king and queen are...

TJ.

Yes, whoo! TJ.
You--you know him. Yep.

And Addy. Addy Prentiss.

You all know her.
She's famous, right?

So, uh, get up here,
both of you.

Come on. Whoo!
Time for your little dance

'cause that's what
happens now, right?

Come on.

TJ, Addy.

Okay. Yeah.

I know
what you're all thinking.

Who gives a fuck

about this patriarchal bullshit
when my best friend is dead?

Because somebody murdered him.

And the killer
is someone you know.

Someone at this stupid
fucking dance, probably.

Whoever you are,

you will never get away with it

because I will find you,
and I will end you.

You hear me? I will--
- Okay, now.

Come with me.

- And one more thing,
the Bayview Four are innocent.

- I lost TJ.

- Ah, but you had no problem
finding Jake.

- He found me,
and never mind that.

Where the fuck were you?

- Maybe you were right
to be suspicious of TJ.

He did get in a fight
with Simon that day

and, strangely,
he never got detention.

- Remember when I said
believe women?

- You do know that's not what
the phrase refers to, right?

- Hey, we still need
to find his phone.

- Oh, I'll check
the parking lot for his Jeep.

Check the bathroom.
Text me if you see him.

- Yeah.

- So you ditched me
for Murder Club?

Where was my invite?
- Keep your voice down.

You're not in Murder--
Mutual Exoneration Club.

- Mm, yeah, that's not
rolling off anyone's tongue.

Just tell me what's going on.
You can't shut me out forever.

- Watch me try.

- Great speech.

You okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm--I'm fine.

You can go.
Like, I'm disgusting.

Save it.

After leukemia, you're not
exactly blowing my mind.

You know, maybe I'm wrong,
but...

Always kind of seemed like
the only reason

you'd come
to these stupid dances

was to hang out with Simon
and make fun of everyone.

You know,

something I like to remember
is that stars are dead too.

They burned out
thousands of years ago,

but their light still hits us

like little ghosts.

- Why don't you just
tell her you like her?

I haven't seen
a more obvious pairing

since Bert and Ernie shared
a bed.

- You're evil.

- Well, I clearly established
myself as chaotic neutral.

- Is that why you've been
flirting with her all day?

- I'm not flirting.
- No?

- I'm being a good listener.

- What?
I'm admiring her features.

The ones that
you always point out.

- Whatever, will you just stop
pressuring me for, like,

five minutes, please?
- Sure, yeah.

- Great.
- Fine.

- Great.

- But why are you acting like
you don't give a fuck?

Is it--am I triggering
some sort of secret trauma

that I don't know about?

- I don't need
a second therapist, Simon.

I need a friend.

And lately all you've been
is About That with legs.

- A real friend will tell you
to seize the moment

before it's gone.

Just so you know,
if you don't make a move,

I can't promise I won't.

- Maeve...

I...

Oh, fuck.

- What is that?

- I got one of these before,
and then it just disappeared.

Like that.

- Shit.
- Fuck, we should go.

- What?
- We should go.

- No, Maeve, no.
There's no we, okay?

What?
I'm not about to walk you

into an obvious trap.

I mean, Bronwyn might not be
a murderer, but I know

where I stand on her
fuck, marry, kill list, okay?

Whoever's out there,
they heard my speech.

They wrote this,
and now they're here,

and they're fucking dangerous.

- So what are you
gonna do about it?

- I don't know.

- Fuck. Maeve! Maeve, wait!

- Did Maeve pass by here
just now?

- No. Why? Are you okay?

- Who led discount
Billie Eilish

off her meds again?

- Hey, let's dance.

- No, I'm not really
in the mood.

- Well, then get in the mood

because people
are talking about you.

Let's put on a show.

- I don't think
I can do this anymore.

- No sign of TJ.

- This is not how I pictured
my senior Homecoming.

- Same.

Although to be fair,
I never pictured mine at all.

- I don't understand
why you've just given up.

- You didn't see
Wheeler coming after me

in the interrogation.

She's put a price on my head.

- Because you wouldn't
give me away

with the laptop?

- Yeah.

But maybe Addy's right,

and we can solve this
before I take off.

I'm just not holding my breath.

- If you don't believe
in this crazy plan,

then why are you even here?

- Thanks.

- Please, please tell me
you've seen Maeve?

- Janae, what do you mean?

Where's my sister?

- Never mind. It's nothing.
Uh, don't worry about it.

I shouldn't have asked.
Everything's fine, I think.

So, um, yeah, she's good.
- Where's my sister?

- Keely. Keely, wait.

- We had a plan.
- Look.

We do not need to be dating
to go to college together.

Okay, I will talk
to your parents.

I will be there if Zach
shows up, but as a friend.

The thing is, I needed you
to be my girlfriend,

but you do not need me
to be your boyfriend.

- I think I love you.

- Keels, you don't love me.

You love the idea of us.
- What's the difference?

I was in love,

or I wouldn't have done
the things I've done.

- Hey, what do you--
what do you mean?

Keely, what did you do?

- Before school started,
at Jake's party,

Simon came to me.

He somehow figured out
you're gay

and threatened to out you
on About That

if I didn't give him something
juicier in exchange.

- And you did.

- I saw Addy and TJ
at the beach together.

And I told him about how

TJ has always been
obsessed with Addy, and--

- So TJ really has always
been obsessed with her?

- Why does that even matter?

I'm a horrible friend,

all because I wasn't ready
to say goodbye

to my stupid, fake boyfriend.

- You really shouldn't
be up here alone.

That's where the bad kids
hang out.

- Please don't be mad, TJ.

Jake just caught me off guard.

- Fuck you, Addy.

- You were right, you know?

That night at the beach.

Jake doesn't deserve me.

- I thought you blocked
that whole night out

as soon as Jake got back.

- I remember every second.

For a while, I tried to forget.

I can't.

- Really gonna act
like you didn't just

blow me off again for Jake?

You know,
you can't just pout your lips

and make everything
better again.

- Sorry.
Maybe this is too much.

I'll let you sleep on it.
- Wait.

- Fuck!

- Why'd you steal my phone,
Addy?

This is what you were
really after all night?

Is that why Janae--

You're going to explain it
to me.

- TJ.
- Now.

- TJ!

- Addy, what's going on?

- Run!
- Hey.

Addy! Addy!

Addy, open the fucking door.

- And it's locked.

- Okay, so it's 201 or 021
or I don't know.

- How could you forget, Janae?
It's three fucking numbers.

- I'm drunk, Bronwyn.
Is that a crime?

- Literally, yes.

Think!

My sister's out there,
and she could be in danger.

- I know!

Okay, do you think
I don't fucking know that?

Do you think I don't care?
- No. Why would you?

- Because I--

Care about her.

- No, it's--it's actually
my fault.

She keeps trying
to prove herself to me

because I keep treating her
like my fragile kid sister.

- Oh, no, Bronwyn
doesn't even need a chaser.

- Thank you.
We need to split up.

- You want to split up?

Don't you watch horror movies?
- She doesn't.

It's her biggest flaw,
actually.

- I just need to find Maeve.

- Maeve.

- Hey, Nate.
- Janae.

I think it might be this one.

- Locker 102.

- Okay.

- This is Addy's locker.

- Oh my God, it's Maeve.

- Maeve, are you okay?

- I found something.
- In Addy's locker?

- Remember the EpiPen
that was missing

from Simon's bag
the day he died?

- Good news.
We got TJ's phone.

- Bad news,

you might be going to jail.

- I have no idea
how that got in my locker.

Whoever's sending you those
messages put that in there.

Somebody who wants to frame me.

TJ, we have his phone now,
so we can check.

- Maeve, could you go somewhere
safe and go through his phone?

We have to figure out
where he was last night.

Janae, would you go with her?
Make sure she's okay.

- Come on.

- I just didn't
want them around

when we talk about
destroying evidence.

- Say that again?

- Do you want
to go to the cops,

explain how we got it?

- And they wouldn't
believe Addy.

They wouldn't believe
any of us.

- You guys believe me, right?

- I do.
This is clearly a setup.

I mean, we all know
you're smarter

than to leave
evidence in your locker.

Again.

If we destroy this thing, we're
committing a crime together.

There's no going
back from that.

And if any of us tells,
we're all fucked.

Are you ready for that?

I, for one, don't think
anyone here killed Simon.

- Me either.
- Same.

- Motherfuckers.

All right, well,
how do we even do it?

- I have an idea.

- Anybody having
second thoughts?

- What's one more felony
between friends, right?

- So now we're friends?

- I guess.

Or as friendly as you can get
when you're not 100% sure

the other person
isn't framing you for murder.

- Good news,
EpiPen's taken care of.

- Bad news,

you guys were wrong about TJ.

- Oh, I'm really not
loving this routine.

- Yeah. Well, Janae and I
just went through his phone

and the entire time
that TJ was suspended,

he was either surfing,
getting In-N-Out,

or at home YouTubing
doomsday prepper videos.

The point is, he wasn't
stalking Addy at the water park

and he was miles away
from the movie theater

when someone else
took a picture of you guys.

- So the killer
is still out there.

- Yeah, it's great
'cause that went nowhere

and I made myself
a target tonight for nothing.

- Hey, that wasn't for nothing.

That was for Simon.

- Oh, shit, you're still alive?

- Rumors of my death
have been greatly exaggerated.

- Oh.

What am I supposed
to do with this then?

- Oh. Funeral cake?
You shouldn't have.

- Do you remember that pact
Houdini made with his wife?

Whoever died first
had to contact the other

from the grave?

- Yes, and nothing ever came

because ghosts
have better things to do.

- It just got me thinking
about, you know,

things I might never get
to say to you

or, um, some things
I maybe sort of regret.

- I get it. I do.

You're apologizing to me.
- No, no, no.

- It's really--
- No. Hold on.

Not an apology,
um, more of an update.

I know I've been
distant lately...

So I'm going
to back off from Maeve.

I've got enough
on my plate with AP classes

and--and college applications.

She's just a distraction, so.
- It's not about Maeve.

You fucking know that.

- You're going
to make me say it.

- Yeah.

- I was a bad friend,

and I'm sorry.

- I love you.

- Sure.

- Really? Sure?
- What?

- Give me something.

- Same.

- What?

- Janae.

- Maeve, Maeve, please.
I can't.

Please stop
showing up for me, okay?

- Okay, fine. I'll go.

- I hate most people.
I hate pretty much everyone.

I'm really good at it.
And I don't hate you.

I think you're fascinating,

and you make me smile,
and you're, like,

the bravest person
I've ever met.

And it's not even annoying
that you keep showing up

when I want to be alone,
but I--

I really need you to stop
because every time you do...

- Every time I do what?

- I like you.

So I just--I really
would appreciate it

if you could stay away from me.

Why did you do that?

- 'Cause I wanted to.

- Could someone really have
come into the room,

put the peanut oil in his cup,
and not be seen in, like, what?

Three seconds?

- We were the only ones
who could.

- Except for Ms. Avery.
- And what's her motive?

I mean, Simon didn't have
anything on her.

- We don't know that.

What if Simon didn't post
all the secrets he knew?

What if, sometimes, he would
trade for better gossip?

- How would you know that?

- I just found out Keely
was trying to keep Simon

from posting one of my secrets

in exchange
for something better.

- Do you mean
one of our secrets?

- So Keely told him about me
and TJ to protect you.

- I'm sorry, Addy.

- Maybe he was blackmailing
other people?

- Was that a camera flash?

- Come on!

- What the fuck, Vanessa?

- Okay, back off.

- Looks like
we found our stalker.

- Were you following me
last night?

- What?

Oh, I get it.

The four of you have convinced
each other you're innocent,

and so, naturally,
you've invented

a villain to trauma bond over.

That is so deeply pathetic,

but I am flattered
that you think it's me.

Oh, and your cute
little Murder Club reunion

in the library, guaranteed
to do numbers, so thank you.

Don't worry, I'm tagging all
you photogenic little bitches.

- That is it.
I've had enough of your shit.

- You bitch.

You are so lucky
I have Apple Care.

- Could Vanessa be the big bad?

- She's definitely moved up
on my suspect list.

- Maybe we should go.

- Screw that.

I am not giving this win to
fucking Vanessa, of all people.

They want to stare?

Let's give them something
to stare at.

This is our last
Homecoming too.

- Addy's right.
- Seriously?

- It's like my T-ball coach
used to say,

"Sometimes you got
to grab life by the horns

and make
the devil suck your dick."

- I'm assuming he got fired?

- Oh, definitely.

- I mean, the parents are going
to see the picture anyway.

- Nathaniel MaCauley, are you
asking me to dance with you?

- Well, Ms. Rojas,
what do you say?

- Fuck it.

- TJ, TJ, TJ!

I'm so, so sorry.
I owe you a huge apology.

I thought that
you were stalking us,

which made me think that you
might have killed Simon, and--

- Are you insane?
- Maybe.

There's something definitely
wrong with me

because I knew
that you liked me,

and I played
with your feelings anyways.

But the thing is,
I never took us seriously

because I knew
that you deserved better.

You are a great guy--
- You're doing it again.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You--you deserve better.

- Look, Addy,
I really liked you.

Okay? I really did.
I did everything for you.

And--and you--
- Wait, wait, wait.

What do you--
what do you mean by that?

You told me you did things
you weren't proud of.

TJ, did Simon come to you?

Did you trade someone else's
secret to protect ours?

Is that why you fought
in the hallway

because he was going
to post it anyway?

- Addy, Addy.
- Who?

TJ, whose secret did you give?

- Ms. Avery?
- You happy?

Got what you wanted.
Now, leave me alone, please.

I really need a break from you.

- Nate,

we're going to get
who did this.

We're going to figure this out.
You don't have to leave.

- For a debate team captain,
I'm not sold, Rojas.

- Okay.

Well, I don't want this
to be the last time we dance.

And I know
it's not fair of me to ask,

but if I don't,
I'm going to regret it

for the rest of my life.

Will you stay?

- For me?

- Detective?

- Nate MaCauley,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Simon Kelleher.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be held against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided for you.

Do you understand these rights?

- No, you're--you're making
a mistake.

- Come on.

- You're making a mistake.
- Let's go.

- He didn't do it!
Nate, you're going to be okay.

- Make sure to tag
those EpiPens.

- Make some room,
make some room!

- Okay, gang, back inside,
please.

- Just stay back.