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- The fuck?

Well, hello to you too.

- I saw your post.

- You could have just named names.

- Why do you even care who I sell to?

- Look, it's not about the drugs.

It's about the hypocrisy.

Look, man, I'm sure you have a lot of customers

who just pretend to be so pure and clean.

I mean, they probably look down on you for selling

even while buying from you.

I mean, don't you think those assholes deserve

to be named and shamed?

Look, it's simple.

Give me someone else to write about,

and I'll stop writing about you.

- If I game up my customers,

I wouldn't have anyone to sell to.

- I mean, if money's the issue, man,

name your price.

[suspenseful music]

- I don't want your money.

Oh, and that post? Great advertising.

I just got a ton of new customers.

- I don't think advertising being a criminal

works out well for anyone in the end.

- A mayor's beloved son, murdered.

The suspects? Four of his own classmates.

While police have not made an official statement

on the matter, my sources tell me

they're focusing on the four students

who were with him when he died,

especially the one with a history

of drug-related arrests.

Could this murder be tied to the drug trade?

Stay tuned.

- That dead asshole might have been right, Stan.

- Why aren't you dressed?

- Because I hate all my clothes.

- That's ridiculous.

Put this on.

And remember, there will be cameras everywhere

now that this case is national news.

- Is that why you look like that?

Mom, I don't wanna-

- The media is singling you out as the beauty of the group.

Wouldn't want to make you look bad, would I?

- You know what? I don't want to make you late.

I can find another ride.

[upbeat music]

[Big Data's "Dangerous"]

* *

- * How could you know? How could you know? *

* That those were my eyes *

* Peepin' through the floor, it's like they know *

* It's like they know I'm looking from the outside *

* And creeping to the door, it's like they know *

* Now they're coming, yeah, now they're coming *

* Out from the shadows *

* To take me to the court because they know

* Then I shut this down *

* 'Cause they've been watching all my windows *

- What?

- Didn't say anything.

- You want to, though. - [snickers]

You want to lock it to the frame,

not just the tire.

See?

- Thanks.

[indistinct chatter]

[apprehensive music]

[whispering] Hey! Hey, did you guys see that?

Jake with Detective Wheeler.

Why would she be talking to him?

- She talked to Keely at my showcase too.

- Okay, well, you can both relax.

According to every news report and Instagram post,

the police are totally focused on Nate.

- I don't know.

I've seen a lot of tagged posts

saying we all conspired together.

- Same. The Bayview Four theory.

- Right, where Bronwyn's the Brains, Cooper's the Brawn,

Nate's the Badass, and Addy's the Blonde?

- Most actually say beauty.

- Those are just dumb memes.

Everyone knows it was Nate. He had the most motive by far.

I bet he's in jail before Homecoming.

- We're gonna find out if this post is true.

And if it is, it not only gives you motive

in Simon's murder, it's your third strike in drug offenses.

- I know you're already dealing with so much, Bronwyn,

but I have to ask about this rumor that you cheated

in chemistry.

- It's a totally baseless accusation.

I've never cheated in any subject.

- Good, then I'm sure you'll welcome

our disciplinary committee's investigation.

If you're innocent, this won't affect

your college applications at all,

and I promise we'll be discrete.

The last thing we need is the media reporting

on this too.

- You're a national headline right now.

Chance of somebody coming forward

for their 15 minutes of fame is not small.

If we find any evidence to corroborate this post,

or the fact that you've been dealing drugs at all

while on probation, that's jail time.

[tense music]

- We done?

- What would happen if they did find something,

or thought they found something?

Just hypothetically.

- Well, then you'd fail AP Chemistry.

And I suppose we'd have to inform the police

since it would show motive in Simon's murder.

But Bronwyn, that's not gonna happen.

If you did nothing wrong, there's nothing to worry about.

- I can't not worry.

Before this year, I'd never been sent

to the principal's office.

Now it's a daily occurrence.

- The whole point of right now

is to just get away from everything.

There's no staring classmates or prying principals

or asshole reporters.

Maybe let's just take a little break.

Just let the sound of the waves...

- [laughs] - Crashing.

- The taste of these strawberries.

- [chuckles]

- And the sight... [sighs]

Of your boyfriend's amazing abs...

[soft playful music]

Take your mind off the stresses of the day.

- I can try.

I'm sorry.

I know I've been a little preoccupied.

- No, it's okay. I get it.

Like, being caught up in a murder investigation

is bound to be distracting.

And it's probably dumb of me to even try to distract you

from that distraction, but I-- - No, it's--it's not dumb.

It's sweet.

It's just not that easy.

- Yeah.

You see, I did think that the beach may not be enough,

which is why I've gotten us tickets

to the Phoebe Bridgers concert tomorrow night,

which I'm hoping comes under the category of sweet

and not dumb because I don't know--

- 'Course it does.

[answering machine beeps]

- Hey, Kris, um, it's me again.

Look, I know I have a lot of explaining to do,

and I promise I can explain, if you just give me a chance?

Call me back.

[apprehensive music]

[sighs]

* *

Yo.

What's up? - Got your drug test back.

It's negative for performance enhancers.

- Told you it would be.

- You didn't tell me it was gonna be positive

for painkillers.

[apprehensive music]

- I thought they were just testing for steroids.

- No. They did a full panel.

You wanna tell me how long this has been going on?

- It was just once.

The showcase.

My shoulder was messed up, and I was not about

to blow my chance--our chance.

- You knew you had a drug test coming up,

so what were you thinking?

Now, the cops are already trying to tie this thing

to Nate, so we can't have them thinking that you have

anything to do with him.

- Yeah.

- Told them that they were from a doctor back in Mississippi.

- [sighs] Thank you. - No.

That's dangerous too.

The last thing we need is for people to be digging

into your past.

What if the media get a hold-- - Dad, I know--

- What do you think-- - I know!

Don't you think I'm scared about that too?

- You just gotta lie low.

Need you to tell me right now...

[phone buzzes]

If there are any more surprises.

Cooper.

* *

- There aren't.

- Okay.

- The whole internet thinks Nate did it.

Wheeler's talking to everyone close to us,

and the media's turning this

into some true crime, must-see-TV crap,

so we have to make sure we're on the same page.

- Let me guess. That means your page?

You are the brains of the operation, after all.

- Just tell us what you think we should do.

I mean, I'm just the blonde one.

I need help.

- Okay, we don't talk to reporters.

We give them something else to talk about.

- Like what? - Like a new suspect.

I mean, we know the cops think we worked together,

so they're not gonna listen to any other theories

unless we have hard evidence. But the media?

Those vultures will turn the slightest hint of something

into some national news story.

So if we set them on the right trail,

maybe the cops will follow.

- Okay, but how are we supposed to do that?

- Someone's posting on About That,

claiming to be the killer, so we start there.

I still think it's Janae.

I mean, who else would know Simon's passwords?

And you said they were fighting about the app.

Yeah, they were fighting,

but not enough for her to kill him over it.

- Yeah, I don't think it was just about the app.

She was mad at him about something else,

something personal. - Like what?

Were they together?

I mean, she was definitely into him, right?

- That's perfect.

We know the media loves a lover's spat,

so if we lay low

so they don't have anything new to say about us,

we give them something on Janae,

maybe they'll run with it,

and they won't go through our trash.

- I actually agree.

I'm trying to be on ESPN, not TMZ.

- I could talk to her.

Not to brag, but I'm, like, really good

at getting gossip out of people.

- That's good, but you'd have to record it.

We need something to leak to the press.

- I won't fuck it up. I promise.

- Where were you?

- Nowhere.

- Question, when you lie to me, do you actually expect me

to believe it, or do you just hope

that I won't call you out on it?

- I'm not lying. I went on a drive.

- Okay.

If you can't trust me, then I guess

I shouldn't trust you, either.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Means that I finally got into some of Simon's

encrypted files, and I found something.

But I'm not gonna show me until you tell me where you were.

- Fine.

I was with Nate

and Addy and Cooper.

- Are you insane?

So you guys really do have some kind of murder club?

That's what everyone's calling it on Instagram.

- That doesn't mean you should call it that.

If anything, it's a mutual exoneration club

because none of us did it.

- You don't know that.

I think one of them might have.

[suspenseful music]

I found it in a backup of his drafts.

Simon wrote that the same day that he wrote the post

about you and Addy and Nate.

- This can't be real. - It is.

Whoever's posting on About That changed Cooper's secret,

and my guess is that that someone is Cooper.

* *

- Okay, hold on. Hold on.

Slow down. What did the original post say?

- It doesn't matter.

The point is that whoever changed Cooper's post

did it after Simon was dead.

Who would do that other than Cooper?

- Well, depends what the secret it.

Are you gonna tell me?

- Okay, but you have to promise

you won't say anything to anyone.

- I promise.

- The real post says that, um, he's gay.

- Oh. Wow. Huh.

That's, um, unexpected.

Maeve thinks we should just drop the laptop off

at the police station anonymously,

but then, if Cooper isn't the one that changed the post,

and I've outed him for no reason,

then it's just unforgivable.

But if he did change it, the police need to know.

- Right.

- Which is why I couldn't sleep,

and it sucks because we can't do anything until tomorrow,

and if I could sleep, maybe I could see things

a little bit more clearly, but then my brain,

it's just playing ping pong with itself.

- I actually have a trick for that.

- I don't want drugs.

- Ha. No.

When I can't stop thinking about something

I don't want to think about, I watch horror movies.

- And that makes you feel better?

- Totally.

I mean, when you're bracing for the next jump scare,

you don't have time to think about anything else.

- That actually makes sense.

- So? Have you seen "The Birds"?

- No. - [scoffs] What?

Okay, we need to fix that right now.

- Are you gonna watch with me?

- Yeah, I mean, you kind of got my head spinning too, Rojas.

I'm gonna send you the link.

You ready? - Yeah.

- Three, two, one.

[birds cawing]

[seagulls cawing]

[hip-hop music playing over headphones]

* *

- Cooper Clay?

[foreboding music]

* *

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, Nate! Nate Macauley?

I was hoping for a quick word.

I'm working on a story about Simon Kelleher.

I understand he wrote about you a lot,

most recently about someone overdosing

after you sold her pills?

I'd love to hear your side of the story.

[upbeat music]

- Last party of the summer.

both: Cheers.

- Hey, Nate.

- Uh, hey.

Janae, right? - Yeah.

- What's up?

- Can we just, um...

- Give me a sec.

- I want some drugs, please.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- Why not? - Because you're wasted.

- I'm not drunk,

I'm just miserable, and I'm mad.

You hate Simon, right?

Me too.

We have that in common, so we're basically besties,

so I really need to you give me something that's gonna make

feel less miserable, please.

- You should go home. - You should do your job.

You can keep the change.

[tense music]

* *

- No comment.

- Or maybe we should start at the beginning.

What led you to sell drugs in the first place?

Was it your father's PTSD

or what happened with your mother?

- Fuck you. I said no comment.

- * Oh no, oh no *

* Oh no, no, no, no * - Fuck you. I said no comment.

- 50,000 views, bitches. I'm literally so viral.

I'm the only one that can do anything around here.

Ugh, so awkward.

- Hey.

Can I sit here?

- Why?

- 'Cause otherwise we'd both be sitting alone?

- I don't mind sitting alone.

- I do, it's embarrassing.

- Look, we don't even have to talk.

We can, like, sit alone, just together.

- That's an oxymoron.

- You don't have to call me names.

- That's not what oxymoron means.

- I know. That was a joke.

- Hmm.

Didn't realize you make jokes.

- I do.

Sometimes they're even funny.

[fake cough] Freaks.

- Um, this is awkward.

I just realized I, uh, have to change my tampon.

It's an emergency.

Maybe we could, like, um, hang out later?

Ride bikes, or whatever?

- Sure, or whatever.

- Okay.

Meet you at the bike rack after school.

[inquisitive music]

* *

- I saw Vanessa's TikTok.

- Hey, you said not to talk to reporters.

- Because I want you to look less guilty.

Hey, Cooper's not here today.

- I noticed.

- And I heard the cops were at his house this morning.

- The cops are talking to everyone.

Might not mean anything.

- Or it may mean that we're right,

that he changed his post and he killed Simon.

Point is, we don't know.

We don't know anything about him.

- I found out where he went to school in Mississippi.

Maeve's making a fake Instagram account

so she can see if she can talk

to anyone who knew him.

- Bronwyn.

- I just want to know if we can trust him.

- There is no point in arguing with you about this, is there?

- It's not as bad as it looks, I promise.

They have really good pancakes, and, bonus,

nobody else from school would ever be caught dead here.

- I don't love pancakes, but I do love the idea

of not seeing anyone else from school, so.

- Hi, what can I get you?

- Blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, please.

- Okay. You?

- I'll have the same.

- You got it. - Thank you.

- Didn't you just tell me you don't like pancakes?

- I said I don't love them.

- Why don't you order something you do love?

- I hate ordering.

When Jake and I would go out to eat,

we would split two things, and he had stronger opinions

about food, so he would order for us.

- Addy, has it ever occurred to you

that Jake may have been a little controlling?

- No. No, okay?

I just don't really care about food,

and I find choosing stressful.

I like that he took the lead.

I know you think he's an asshole,

but he's actually really sweet and funny

when you get to know him.

- Sure.

- Um, sorry.

Just a text from Keely.

- What about Simon?

What was he like when you got to know him?

- Why do you want to know? - Because he was your friend?

- I don't know.

He was the coolest.

He wasn't trying to be anybody but who he was,

and I guess he thought, like, if he could do it...

Why couldn't anyone else?

That's what About That was supposed to be for.

You know, you expose the hypocrites,

and you encourage people to be more real.

I know he got carried away.

- Did you ever want to stop him?

- Why the fuck would you ask that?

- Sorry, uh.

Jake would get carried away too.

Like, at parties, he'd be giving someone shit

and thinks he's being funny, but...

Sometimes I wished I could have stopped that side of him.

That's--that's all I meant.

- God. [laughs]

You know, of all the people I thought might understand,

I really didn't expect it to be you.

- Of course I get it.

Janae, we both lost our best friends,

the men that we were in love with,

and I'm so glad that I have someone

to talk about this with, and I want you to know

that you can talk to me too about anything--

- Are you serious?

- What?

- First of all, I wasn't in love with Simon.

I'm gay, which you might know if you ever paid attention

to anyone other than yourself.

And second of all, your shitty little boyfriend dumped you.

My best friend was murdered.

It's not even remotely the same thing.

- I'm sorry, I was just-- - Fuck you, Addy.

- Janae--

[tense music]

* *

- Okay, can I just say, catfishing works?

I cannot believe how fast guys respond

when they think they're talking to Maya Starr.

She's a junior, really into Cooper,

but freaked out by the murder rumors.

- Boys are idiots, Maeve. Now show me the messages.

- Okay.

That guy, Travis, he played baseball with Cooper

back in Mississippi,

and I really think he knows something.

I've been really leaning into the whole crush angle.

Like, can I trust him?

I know he's a great pitcher, but people are saying

he's a murderer. I just don't want to get hurt.

You know, woe is me-- - Maeve!

Let me read.

- That's it? - Mm-hmm.

- He didn't say anything else? - Nope.

15 minutes, and it's been radio silence.

Do you think I should send him another DM?

[phone buzzes]

- No, no, no, no, no!

How does he know what happened? - What?

I don't know. I was so careful.

[phone buzzes]

[apprehensive music]

* *

- What?

Okay, Bronwyn, promise me that you won't go.

What if he actually did it?

I mean, don't you have a date with Evan tonight, anyway?

- [sighs]

[moaning]

- Okay, nope. Turning it off.

- You want to come over? We could watch it together.

And, bonus, you can meet my lizard.

- Excuse me?

- Uh, that--that wasn't a line.

I actually have a bearded dragon named Stan.

- [sighs] Thank God.

[phone buzzes]

Aw, he's really cute.

- I'll tell him you said so.

- Nate, are you sure we shouldn't skip this meeting?

Maybe we should bring the laptop to the police.

- Can I point out the movie was working?

We--we turned it off two seconds ago,

and you're already worried again.

- We are about to meet a potential murderer

in the middle of the night.

- I just want to see what he has to say.

There's usually more to a story than meets the eye.

[upbeat hip-hop music]

[both panting]

- Whoa, shit, sorry. - [laughs]

[both panting]

Oh, my God. - Oh, fuck.

Uh, actually, I changed my mind.

- What the fuck?

- Janae, Janae, hey.

Wake up! Janae.

[tense music]

* *

- 911, what is the nature of your emergency?

- Um, I need an ambulance, 44 Elm Road.

[whispering] Please, please, please.

Come on.

Please, Janae.

Come on, I need you to throw up.

I need you to vomit.

- [gags]

[retches]

- It's just,

I know what it's like for people

to assume the worst about you.

I just need you to trust me.

If we still think Cooper did it after tonight,

we'll go to the cops.

- If we're still alive.

- Coop?

Coop?

Are you gonna tell us why we're here?

I can tell you guys about what happened with Janae.

- No, no. Let's let Cooper talk.

- He's not saying anything.

- Are you Maya Starr?

- Who? - Travis figured it out.

Wasn't very hard.

He did a reverse image search and found her real Instagram.

And your sister happens to follow her.

[tense music]

You see, I thought that we were working together

to find the police a new suspect.

Or did you just mean anyone other than Nate?

- No, um, it's not like that.

I heard your drug test was negative,

and I just thought it was weird that your secret was

the only one that was fake,

and then I heard the cops were at your house this morning,

and I just figured-- - Then you could have asked me.

Instead of catfishing my friend like a psycho.

- You weren't at school.

- Ugh!

I wasn't in school

because my dad is in the fucking hospital.

He had a heart attack this morning.

That's why the police were at my house.

They came with the paramedics.

Cooper.

I'm so sorry.

- He could have died today,

and the last thing I would have told him would have been a lie.

He could have died not knowing who his son is.

- What are you talking about? Of course he knows who you are.

- No, he doesn't. None of you do.

[solemn music]

* *

- Guys...

I'm gay.

Okay, I--and I tell myself I'm in the closet

just 'cause of baseball, but...

Then why can't I tell my dad, right?

Maybe I'm just a coward.

And--and...

The only person I want to talk to about this shit

isn't speaking to me 'cause he knows I'm a coward.

- Hey.

You're not a coward.

And I'm really sorry.

- Look, you guys can't tell anybody.

My life is already a total mess, and if this gets out,

I don't know what I will do.

- Nobody's gonna say anything.

Okay? Don't worry.

- And if it makes you feel better,

All of our lives are total messes, man.

* *

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Hey.

[indistinct chatter]

- Can you believe Cooper and Keely?

I'm honestly impressed. They're such good liars.

- I think when you tell the same lie for long enough,

it stops feeling like a lie.

- What do you think he meant when he said

the only person he wanted to be talking to

isn't talking to him?

Do you think he has a boyfriend?

Oh, would that still be cheating?

And which one would he be cheating on?

- We don't even know if there is a guy.

- Well, that's not a suspicious pairing.

- What?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely not a good look.

[phone dings]

[phones dinging]

[suspenseful music]

* *

- "Your four favorite murder suspects

held a secret midnight meeting last night."

- "The only question is..."

- "Are they trying to cover up what they did to Simon?"

- "Or are they choosing their next victim?"

- It's not what it looks like.

- No?

Is it Photoshop?

Well, no, but-- - This was last night.

I thought you said that you were sick.

- I--I just had to talk to them

because I thought I knew who did it, and--

- And you trusted them with that information instead of me?

Or, I don't know, the police?

So are you gonna explain?

- I don't think I can.

You want me to be the girl you met this summer,

but she's gone.

This is my life right now, and I don't want to be

distracted by the beach or a concert.

I just want to figure out who killed Simon.

So, yeah, I trusted them over you and the police

about this because they're the only ones who know

what I'm going through.

- Yeah.

Especially Nate, right?

- * Come on home *

[gentle guitar music]

* Come on home *

- I'm so sorry.

I can't do this.

Us, anymore.

- Right, well.

I'll see you around, Bronwyn.

- * Come on home *

- I don't even know where to start.

- I'm so sorry. - You're sorry?

Like you were sorry when you cheated on your chemistry exam,

or how you were sorry

when your father caught you skipping school?

Sorry isn't going to cut it anymore, Bronwyn.

[doorbell rings]

I don't think you realize how serious this is.

- Of course I do.

- Then you need to start acting like it.

- Mr. Rojas? - Yes.

- We have a warrant to search your home.

- On what grounds?

- On the grounds that we have a picture of your daughter

and three other murder suspects trespassing

and conspiring together.

- Conspiring together?

And you can see that in the picture?

- Well, apparently the judge that signed this warrant could.

Miss, I'm gonna need you to stay where I can see you.

- Sorry, officer, of course.

[tense music]

* *

- This officer wants to look through your shit.

- Is there anybody else on the premises?

Are your parents home? - No.

- Are you sure? I don't want any surprises.

- Yes, sir. I'm sure.

- Coop, should I call Dad or Nonny, or--

- No. We don't want to worry them.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[knock at door]

- How can I help you, officer?

- What are you looking for?

Don't warrants have to be for something specific?

- Anything related to Simon's murder.

Peanut oil, EpiPens, his computer,

drugs you might be thinking of selling,

as that would prove motive.

- Hands where I can see them.

- Ah, wouldn't the dog be barking if I had drugs in here?

- You know a lot about drug dogs?

- I watch a lot of TV.

[dog whimpers]

- I'm gonna need you to open this.

* *

[safe beeps]

- It's me and my mom.

I didn't want my dad to destroy it.

[indistinct radio chatter]

- This yours?

- Mm-hmm.

- Mind taking the cover off?

* *

- Do you need me to turn it on, officer?

- That's okay. That's not Simon's laptop.

- I really am sorry the place is so messy.

I always wanted to be one of those women

with the perfectly organized home,

but I'm just not.

Maybe when I'm older.

Anyway, I--I hope I didn't make your job harder.

- No, not at all, but I should get going.

If either of you think of anything else

that could be helpful, call me.

- Oh. I will.

Thank you, officer.

Anything I can do to help.

[whispers] Bye.

I hope you were paying attention.

That's how you treat the police if you want them on your side.

- You want me to flirt with older men?

- [scoffs] I was just being friendly.

- You know he thinks I'm an actual murderer, right?

- Baby, he was just doing his job.

Nobody wants to think you had anything to do with this.

Look at you.

You're beautiful and you're sweet.

That how people want to see you.

You just have to let them.

- But what if I want to be seen as more than that?

- Like what?

[apprehensive music]

Like it or not, this is your fifteen minutes of fame.

You're the blonde beauty, Addy.

You need to start embracing that.

You should be going to school everyday looking your best,

giving interviews, posting more on Instagram.

If you play this right, you could become an influencer.

This could be your chance at a real future, baby.

- Wow, Mom, you're right.

I guess I really hadn't been looking for the upside

to all of this.

- Bro, look at my room. That guy was a dick.

- Man, I thought they were gonna plant evidence to find.

Like, OJ style.

- You do know that OJ was guilty, right?

- Well, yeah, but you know the cops planted that glove.

- Ha-ha, you sounding a lot like Dad.

- It's 'cause Dad knows what he's talking about.

He would've flipped if he was here.

Yeah, he would've. I'm glad he wasn't.

He doesn't need any more stress,

which is why we're not gonna tell him about this.

- Yeah, that's good. More lies.

- We gotta let him recover. - Yeah.

He's gonna be okay, though.

Right?

- Yeah, of course.

- And what about you? Gonna be okay?

[pensive music]

[phone buzzes]

- Yeah, little bro, don't worry about me.

I'm gonna be fine.

[upbeat synth music]

* *

- Can I help you?

- I want it gone.

- Okay, um, I think a little bob

could look adorable-- - No.

Shorter. I want it all off.

- Wh--I--I don't think you mean that.

Your hair is so beautiful, I would hate to do--

- Do you guys do haircuts here? Or do I go somewhere else?

- * A while for a moment *

* To say I don't owe you a goddamn thing! *

* I keep a record of the wreckage of my life *

* I gotta recognize... *

Fix it.

- Where's the laptop?

- I'm not gonna tell you. - Where is it?

- If I tell you where it is, do you promise

that you'll bring it to the cops?

[knock at window] [gasps]

I'm sorry, what is he doing here?

Mom and Dad will literally kill you.

- I'm already grounded.

They're already gonna kill me over the photo,

how much worse can it get?

- Look what I found. - Seriously?

On the roof?

- I had to think fast. You're welcome?

- You ready? - Yeah.

- Where are you going?

- We're destroying it.

- What? You can't.

- The police just searched our house, Maeve.

- Right, they obviously still think that you're involved.

They need to know they should be looking at Cooper.

- I don't think Cooper did it.

[suspenseful music]

- [scoffs] Okay, just because someone cries

and tells you that their dad had a heart attack

doesn't mean that they're not a murderer.

- Maeve, if anyone has reason

to bring this thing to the cops, it's me.

Okay?

We can't do that to Cooper.

* *

- I really hope you're right.

* *

- I feel like we're about to scatter

his ashes or something.

Like, maybe we should say something?

- You read my post this morning?

- I don't read that shit.

- You might want to on Friday.

Gonna be a good one. - Sure it will be.

- What happened to Janae was your fault.

You didn't think I'd just let you get away with it, did you?

- Yeah, well, I'm not the one that left my best friend wasted

and alone at a party.

- No, you're the one who sold her enough pills to kill her.

Soon everyone's gonna find out.

- Look, man, when are you gonna realize

that I don't give a shit what you write about me?

- I think you might if your probation officer reads it.

And if that doesn't work? Well, I'll just keep looking.

Everyone gives a shit about something.

Girlfriend...

[tense music]

Parent?

Getting warm.

Whatever it is, I'm gonna find out.

I'm gonna destroy you with it.

* *

- Good riddance.

[mellow guitar music]

* *

- [gasps] Did we really just do that?

- Yeah, we did. - Holy shit.

- Thanks for trusting me.

- Who said I trust you? - You talked to Cooper with me.

And now you are standing on the edge of a cliff with me,

a suspected murderer.

- You're standing on the edge of a cliff with me,

also a suspected murderer.

- Maybe we're both idiots. - [chuckles]

- Bronwyn Rojas, I solemnly swear

not to murder you today or any day in the future.

- [chuckles] - Do you?

- You are ridiculous, you know that?

- It concerns me that you're avoiding a promise

not to murder me.

- [clears throat]

Nate Macauley,

I promise not to murder you.

- That's hot.

- * Yeah, I know it seems surprising *

* When this lipstick sits on the glass *

[engine revving]

- [gasps]

- You okay? - Yeah.

We should-- we should get out of here.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Okay, um, my room is a mess. Please don't judge.

- Oh, well, in that case-- I'm just kidding, I won't.

- Okay, wait, are you sure your parents

aren't going to notice you're gone?

- If they haven't by now, I think I'm in the clear.

And I really want to meet Stan. - Okay.

- Nathaniel.

- Mom?

[sentimental music]

* *

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