All language subtitles for One.of.Us.Is.Lying.S01E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[tense music]

* *

[knocking]

- I have good news.
Principal Gupta called.

The disciplinary committee
finished their investigation

into the cheating
accusations,

and they didn't find
any wrongdoing.

Finally, we can put all
of this behind us

and focus on your future.

So how's the Yale essay?
Did you want me to read it?

- It's not really ready yet.

- Bronwyn, the early action
deadline is this Saturday.

Sweetheart, I understand
that you are upset about Nate.

And I am truly sorry
he didn't end up being

who you wanted him to be.

- Mom, he didn't do it!
I mean, an anonymous tip?

And why would he keep
the EpiPens?

- Because EpiPens
are expensive.

Maybe he needed the money.

And he was fleeing to Mexico.
Who does that?

Sweetheart, there isn't
anything you can do about it.

It's time to move forward.

Everything you have
worked so hard for

is still within your reach

if you focus on
getting back on track.

Hey.

That could start
with your personal statement.

- No, you're right.

- Sweetheart.

* *

I love you,
and I am really proud of you.

* *

- Fuck this.

* *

* When I ain't with you *

* I wonder what you do *

[phone buzzes]

* When I ain't home *

* I don't know what to do *

* When I ain't with you *

[knocking]

- Tagged all of Rob Calhoun's
articles, okay?

I want you to read them,

see what kind of questions
he asks

so that you're prepared
for your interview.

- Dad, don't you think
maybe we should postpone?

Just saying,
with Nate and everything,

is this really--

- Oh, hell no, man.
This guy is a kingmaker.

All right, he knows you're
only going to be there

to talk about baseball.

All right?
- Mm-hmm.

- If he asks you about Simon,
just, you let him know

that the police have
their man now, okay?

And that you're innocent.

Also, if he brings up the photo

of the four
of you guys together,

tell him that Nate
just tried to drag you guys

down with him,
but you didn't let him.

Hey, listen.

If we have to,

we use this whole shitshow
to our advantage

[tense music]

This is your moment,
Cooperstown.

* *

Yeah?

Read up.

* *

- Sorry I'm late.

I'm not used to this
whole media circus thing.

I barely made it
out of the car.

My boss says this shirt's
no good for camera,

something about the stripes.

- You want to trade outfits?

I wouldn't want
to make you look bad.

- Haven't lost your sense
of humor.

That's good, yeah,
and I have more good news.

They offered you a plea deal.

If you plead guilty
to taking the EpiPens,

they'll reduce

the charges to
involuntary manslaughter.

- What's the sentence
for that?

- Six years.

But with good behavior,
he could be out in four.

- Nate, that's
just like college.

- It's a good deal.

If we go to trial,
you could get life.

* *

- What about the others?

- You sign this,
the case is closed.

If we go to trial,
go through discovery,

who knows what else

the police could
drag up about them?

* *

- I'll think about it.

- What's there
to think about?

Look, we have 72 hours
to respond,

and then
the deal goes away.

* *

- What I don't get is why
someone put one pen

in my locker

and all the rest
on Nate's bike.

- Maybe it was a distraction.

Or they were trying
to frame you, too.

- So are you one of us now?

- Okay, it was my best friend
who was murdered.

Also, Bronwyn invited me.

- Okay, Nate's in jail.
We have to get him out.

So we need
all the help we can get.

- Absolutely.
So what's the plan?

- Ms. Avery.

We know the cops
weren't looking at her

because they thought
she had no motive,

but now we know
that she did

'cause Simon had something
on her.

- Do you think she was
sleeping with a student?

- Wait, who would she
possibly be sleeping with?

- Just saying, that is
always the teacher's secret.

- Whatever it is, we just
need to get her talking.

We bluff.

We tell her we know
what she did.

and then we record a response.

- Yeah, who's gonna do that?

- Someone who could
have believably heard it

from Simon.

* *

- So that's why she's here.

- Sorry, what?

- Do you want to know what
really happened to Simon?

[bell rings]

* *

- Ms. Avery?

Was wondering
if you had a minute to talk.

- Regarding?

- Simon.

So they arrested Nate,
but I--

- But you don't think
he did it.

You made that pretty clear
at the homecoming dance.

- Yeah, right.

I have some information
that could help Nate,

but if I go to the police
with it,

it could be hurting
someone else

- Who?

- You.

* *

I know Simon was going
to write about you,

which gives you as much motive
as anyone else in that room.

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

- I could go to the cops,

but I wanted to give you
a chance to explain

because you've always been one
of my favorite teachers.

- Are you giving me
a chance to explain,

or are you fishing
for me to say something

because you have
an outlandish theory

but nothing to back it up?

- I can back it up.
Simon texted me about it.

- Can you show me?

* *

May I take a closer look?

- I might not get straight A's,
but I'm not stupid.

- But you think I am.

Why should I believe that
that was really from Simon?

- Because it is.

* *

- Nice try, Janae.

But I think
we're done here

* *

Close the door
on your way out.

* *

I could lose my job,

my teaching license,
my whole life!

- I know.
- And you don't care.

- If I didn't care,

I would've posted it
by now, but--

- I have a confession,
Mr. Kelleher.

I understand why you want

to expose the hypocrisy
around us.

In my mind, I've justified
that you took a hammer

to your fellow students' lives

because some
of them deserved it,

and all of them
have so much time ahead

of them to glue
the pieces back together.

But I don't.

What I did doesn't
make me a hypocrite.

I don't deserve this.

So why are you
doing this to me?

- Just do something for me
in exchange,

and nobody has to know.

- So you're
blackmailing me?

- I'm giving you a choice.

I thought you of all people
would appreciate that.

Choice.

* *

- You okay?

- She knew the text was fake,

and I think she guessed
I was recording.

- Great, she's smart,
smart enough

that the could've
planned the whole thing.

- We still don't have proof.

- I don't know
if she was bluffing.

Okay, I'll meet you there.

- Did you hear that?
- We have to follow her.

- What?
- Where's your car?

- No, no!

- Yeah.

* *

- Now what?

- We need to see
who she's meeting.

- It's probably
her accomplice.

- Great, so now
we're not just spying

on one murderer but two?

- Cool.
You have a better plan?

- Well, maybe the person
she's meeting's coming here.

- So we wait.

- Sure, a car double parked

with the five of us is
not suspicious at all.

- Is this a stakeout?
Can we put the top up?

- Yeah, can we park somewhere?
- There's nowhere.

- Never happened
to Ryan Gosling in "Drive."

* *

None of you
have seen "Drive?"

- Look.

* *

- Wait, is that...

* *

- I knew Vanessa was a bitch.

I didn't know
she was actually evil.

- Look, we don't know
how involved she was.

- She took that picture of us

at homecoming,
and she's been, like,

gleefully posting about us
being murder suspects,

maybe to cover her own ass.

* *

Do you think
they were having an affair?

- Addy, not everyone's gay.

- It's always
the teacher's secret.

- Okay, but do you
really think that Vanessa

would go for Ms. Avery?

- I mean, no, no, not really.

But I feel like I
don't know anyone anymore.

Turns out everyone's been
hiding all these different

sides of themselves
this whole time.

- You don't do that?

- There's different sides
to me,

but I wasn't hiding them.

I didn't even know
they were there.

I guess that's the upside
to all of this.

- I like these new
sides of you.

- I'll try talking to Vanessa.

Maybe there's a side of me

that knows how
to get her to spill.

And I like
the new Cooper, too.

He seems happier.

What are you doing here?

- Your mom let me in.

I didn't...

Look, I just wanted
to continue the conversation

that we started at homecoming.

Listen, Addy,

I know that you've been
through a lot lately,

and I haven't been there
for you, and...

- You asked me if I did it.

- And that was awful of me.

But it's just--you were
my whole world, Ads,

And he love of my life,
so to find out that you've...

with one of my best friends,

I just--I was so hurt

- Jake, I never meant
to hurt you.

- I just I want my Ads back.

- I miss you, too,
but I don't miss her.

I was always so,
so scared of losing you

that I felt like
I was walking on eggshells,

and if I did anything
that you didn't like,

you'd break up with me.

- That is not how I wanted
you to feel.

- Hey, let me finish.

* *

- Jake, my whole world
ended when we broke up.

I was so scared
of losing you,

and then
I didn't just lose you.

I lost my best friends.

And I became
a murder suspect.

And you know
what I realized?

Jake, I realized
I can handle it.

I may not have a choice,

but you know how good it feels

to not be
so careful all the time?

* *

You know?

I haven't had to take Xanax
in I don't know how long.

That's good, isn't it?

- Are you kidding me?
That's great, that's great.

That's so good.
I'm so proud of you, Addy.

* *

And look,
believe it or not, I do.

I like this new you.

You know, she's hot.

I mean, a little intimidating,

but, I mean,
I could get into it.

- Yeah.
- I'm malleable.

Yeah, I mean,
I'm not the same guy

that I was
two months ago either.

I don't think he would've
gotten us tickets for--

- The ice cream pop-up.
How did you--

- Well, you know,
tomorrow's our anniversary?

Four years.

- You didn't want to go.

- No, but you did,
and it sounds fun.

What do you say?
You got plans?

* *

I know you're still hanging
out with Bronwyn and Janae.

Your mom told me.

* *

Why can't we just wake up
from this nightmare

and just go back to normal,
please?

You know, there's some people
that still think that you

and your murder club
did it together.

* *

- But we didn't.

- No, of course,
I know that, Addy.

I know that
it was just Nate.

But I'm just saying.

- What?

- Jake, Nate didn't
do it either.

Fuck.

- I don't understand.
You said so yourself.

- That was before I knew him.

Jake, we can't just pretend

that these past
two months didn't happen

- Would that be so wrong?

To just go
on a date tomorrow?

- I'll think about it.

* *

- Okay.

* *

I really hope you say yes.

* *

- Look, Nate's not perfect.
He has a lot of problems.

Personally, I suffer
from bipolar disorder,

and I haven't always
had it under control.

And that wasn't easy
for Nathaniel.

I mean, no wonder
he started dealing drugs

because he had
to support himself

I mean,
his dad--can we go back?

What I mean is--what
I meant to say was--

- I'm sorry, kid.
You were screwed yesterday.

But today you're fucked.

From a legal perspective,

I think you should
take the plea.

- We've been offered
a plea deal,

and we're considering
taking it, yeah.

- I need to talk to him.

He needs to know
we're close with Ms. Avery.

- Well did you know
that Avery's not here today?

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

- She's literally never had
a sub before.

She knows we're onto her.
We have to find her.

- What, and just, like,
show up at her house?

You're gonna cut class?

- Yes, I am.

- Cool.

* *

- Hey!

- Oh, my God.

- We need to talk.

- What about it?

- I wanted to give you
a chance to explain

before I show this
to the police.

- I needed help with physics.

- You don't care
about your grades.

And if you did,
your parents would hire you

a private tutor from NASA
or something.

- Okay, you don't know me
nearly as well

as you think you do, Addy.

So why don't you and your
little Nancy Drew friends

stay the fuck
out of my business.

- Vanessa!

* *

- Hey!
We had a deal, asshole.

- Why past tense?

- You weren't supposed to come
after me or my friends.

Good luck trying
to find someone else

to bring you dirt.

Hope you enjoy trying
to hack into their DMs.

- I won't use your name.

- Okay, but you'll...

you'll use Ms. Avery's?

Okay, go ahead, Simon.
Post about me.

Just don't take
her down with me.

- I won't.

I just need her

to do something
for me in exchange

- [scoffs]

Wow, look at you.

You started
so holier-than-thou,

and now you're basically
the bastard child

of a TMZ hack
and a mob intern.

I can't wait for one
of your victims

to wipe the fucking smirk
off your face forever.

* *

- Vanessa!

- Ugh, get off my back!

Ah!

[groans]

Ow, Addy, what the fuck?

- Oh, fuck.
Ow, that hurts.

- Oh, shit.
Ads, You gotta go to the nurse.

- No, I'm fine.

Oh, fuck, Vanessa.

I know you didn't
kill Simon.

But I know that he had
something on Ms. Avery.

And I know that it had
something to do with you.

I'm literally
on my bloody knees begging you.

I know we're not
friends anymore,

but Nate is my friend now,
and I don't want him

to go to jail
for something he didn't do.

- Ads, get off your knees.

Everyone already thinks
you're a slut.

- Fuck.

- Well, at least she's not
already in Tijuana.

- No, not yet.

- Is she--

* *

- Can I offer you some tea?

* *

- Give us one good reason

why we shouldn't show
this picture to the police.

- You really have no idea
what you're doing, do you?

- We know exactly what
we're doing

because we know
you killed Simon

so that he wouldn't tell
on you and Vanessa,

and now you're running away
because we're onto you.

- That's quite
an elaborate hypothesis,

but I fear you haven't
properly tested it.

It's not very scientific
of you.

Now I see why you found
chemistry so difficult.

- Okay then,
what's with the suitcase?

And why was Vanessa here
in the first place?

- So you admit you don't know.

- She was just helping me.

- Right, with physics.

* *

- I had an abortion, Addy.

- What?
- Mm-hmm

And Ms. Avery was there for me
because she's a good person.

She's like the opposite
of a killer.

I mean,
unless you're my parents.

If they found out,

they would say
we're both baby killers

- I know what you
all think of me,

but I'm not a monster.

I do actually care
about my students.

- Vanessa, I'm so sorry.

- She caught me trying to skip,

and I told her
I had a doctor's appointment,

so she thought I was lying

because, you know,
I usually am.

And she said she had
to call my parents

to check my story,
so I panicked.

I completely broke down,
and I told her everything.

- I helped Vanessa
when she needed it,

and in doing so,
I violated school rules.

- What school rules?

- She helped me make
an appointment

with a good doctor.

And then she
drove me there.

And she held my hand
while I waited.

She even paid for it,

so my parents
would never find out.

- We're talking
about the same Ms. Avery?

- Mm-hmm.

Even total bitches
have feelings, Addy.

You should know.

Look, I'm not ashamed
about what I did.

I just really don't want
Ms. Avery

to get punished
for being nice to me.

- Simon said he wouldn't
post about it

if I did something for him.

* *

He had me give you
all detention that day

because he wanted
to be alone with you.

- How do we know that
you didn't take

that opportunity
to kill him yourself?

Make sure that your job
and your secret stayed safe?

- How could I?
I wasn't even in the room.

I was dealing
with the streakers.

* *

- I won't ask about the dad.

- Bitch, you just did.
No!

Are you kidding?
Why would I tell you?

You've been, like,
the worst best friend ever.

- What about you?

You treated me like shit,

humiliated me
in front of everyone,

called me a murderer.

- Maybe I didn't mind
the spotlight

being on someone else for once

and as far away
from Ms. Avery as possible.

Ads, you cannot tell
anyone about her.

- I don't think
she did it, guys.

- Okay, even if Vanessa's
telling the truth,

it doesn't mean that Avery is.

She could've totally
put the peanut oil

in his cup and then left, easy.

- How could she have known
that the streakers

would be there
at that exact moment?

- Is it possible that they
were supposed to be there?

Like it was part
of the plan?

I mean, if she got us
all into detention

so she could kill Simon
and blame it on us,

then maybe she orchestrated
for the streakers

to be there, too,
so she'd have an alibi?

We need to go to the police.

Maybe they can
find the streakers.

- But what if Vanessa's right?

What is Ms. Avery is innocent?

If we go to the police,

we would be destroying both
their lives for nothing.

- They were from Laguna, right?

You guys know anyone there

that could help us
track them down?

- I have a friend
who went there.

He graduated last year,
but he might be able to help.

- That's great.

[phone buzzes]

* *

I'm gonna get to see Nate.

I'm going to get him
to not sign that plea deal,

but we gotta move fast.

- What friend?
Do I know him?

Is this a boyfriend?

- No, no, he's just a friend.

He's not just a friend,
but he's also not official.

But I also don't think
I would've gotten through

all this without him,
so yeah, maybe a boyfriend.

Only he doesn't know it yet.

So yeah.

- That sounds confusing
but good.

* *

- What are you doing here?

- Your mom gave me her spot.

It was really nice of her.

- Yeah, she was really nice
to that reporter, too,

great interview.

- Listen to me.
You can't take the plea deal.

We think we know who did it.

Ms. Avery had motive
this whole time.

It was her.

Cooper and I actually went
to her house.

And we talked--
- Wait, you went to her house?

And you think
she's a murderer?

- Well, we had
to confront her.

- Bronwyn, just stop!

The plea's only four years
with good behavior.

If I take it,
it's over for all of us.

You can go back to your life.

- I don't want to.
What if we make bail?

- Don't even think about it.
- You can't give up.

- You remember that
fourth grade nativity play

at St. Pius?

You were playing Mary,

and that same morning,
baby Jesus disappeared.

You had to carry the bag
wrapped in the blanket

for the entire thing.

That was me.

Sorry I stole Jesus from you.

- Why did you do it?

- Because I wanted you
to see me,

even if that meant
you'd be angry at me.

Then I saw how angry you got,

and I realized I'd ruined
the whole play for you.

Because that's what I do.

I'm not worth it, Rojas.
- No, no.

- Go get ready
for the Ivy League,

and I'll be doing whatever
the opposite of that is.

- No, no, please!

Just give me some time!
Please!

* *

- Okay, are you sure that
car is Hunter's, you said?

- Mm-hmm, yeah, I'm positive.

You don't forget that asshole
driving that asshole car

Okay, don't freak out,

but I think
you've been recognized.

- Shit.

- It's fine.

Just act
like a perfectly normal,

yet excessively cute couple
taking pictures.

Ooh, we look good.

- Are we?
A couple, I mean.

- I don't know.
You tell me.

Only time you've asked
to see me outside of my dorm

is so that I can help you

ID an unwitting accomplice
to murder for you.

- Yeah, you know,
I've been thinking

about all the different sides
of myself

that I try to keep separate.

You know, like,
there's Baseball Cooper.

And there's School Cooper.
And there's At Home Cooper.

And then there's
Murder Suspect Cooper.

And then there's
Goes-to-his-stupid-

Homecoming-Dance-
with-Keely-but-wishes-he-

was-with-you Cooper.

No, look, I'm serious.

God, there's only one
Cooper who's happy.

That's the one
who's with you.

I want to be with you

outside of your dorm room, too.

I want to be all those Coopers
at the same time.

I mean,
minus the murder suspect one,

but you know what I mean.

[soft music]

- * Ooh, all I want to do
is dance with you *

* Ooh *

- Ooh, that's a good one.
I look good.

- You look good.

Wait, is that him?

- Oh, my God, yeah.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

- Hunter.

- Oh, fuck.

[tense music]

- Hey, hey!

* *

Hunter, Hunter, stop!

* *

Damn it, stop!

Ah!

Yo, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, not my arm!
- Don't move!

You're that star pitcher,
right?

You want to keep it
that way,

you leave me
the fuck alone

- No, you leave him
the fuck alone.

Back off.

Never leave the house
without pepper spray

when you're hanging out
with Hunter.

Little tip I learned
from the girls

I went to school with.

- Kris, what the fuck
is happening?

I didn't do anything,
all right?

He's the dangerous one.

- What are you
talking about?

- You killed that kid.
- What?

- All four of you,
you did it together.

And now that they arrested
the drug dealer,

you're trying
to cover your tracks,

so you're not next, right?

- No, not at all!

- I swear
I haven't said a word.

I'll give you
your money back, too.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did somebody pay you to streak
on the first day of school?

- It wasn't you?
- No!

And I think whoever it was
probably killed Simon,

so I really need you
to tell me who hired you.

- We answered a Reddit post,

first day of school prank.

They paid us on Venmo.
I never got a name.

I just assumed
it was one of you.

- Wait, you didn't go
to the police?

- I didn't want them to know

that I had anything
to do with it

Look.

That's the payment.
That's all I know, I swear.

* *

- Oh, my God, it's Simon!

- Simon?
- Yeah.

Anarchi$k, S-K.
It was his gamer tag.

- So Simon wanted us
all in detention,

and he hired the streakers?

- I'm confused.

Why would Simon want
to create a distraction?

- To get Ms. Avery out
of her room.

She was telling the truth.

- The cup.
He left the cup on the table.

And then he went to the window.

That's when one of us could've
put the peanut oil in it.

- What?

- Without the streakers,

none of us could
have had access to the cup.

They were there to frame us.

That was the plan.
He wanted to frame us.

- Okay,
but why would he do that?

- Because he hated us.
- No, not all of you.

We actually felt bad for you.

Even he thought you
deserved better than Jake.

- If Simon orchestrated
this whole thing,

then that means that...

Janae, do you think...

did Simon ever talk
about killing himself?

- No, no.

He would never do that.
That's not Simon.

- Okay, if there's any chance

that he could've done this
to himself,

we have to tell the cops.

Nate can't be jail for murder
if it wasn't murder.

- Bronwyn, fuck off, okay?
I've had enough.

You knew him, right?

So you know
he wouldn't do that.

Right?

- Maeve?

Maeve?

Maeve, say something.

You don't need to zoom.

- I do need to zoom.

- You didn't have to.

- Oh, my God.

How does it feel
to be the new poster boy

for Bayview's
conservative youth?

- [laughs]

- Well,
this is just the beginning.

Gonna be TV ads,
campaign events,

smiling to be the perfect son

for the perfect mayor
in this perfect town.

And it's all a lie.

I just can't wait to leave.

Never come back.

- I get that.

But I actually had a disease.

So I try not
to wish time away,

even when things are shitty.

- Are you trying to guilt me
with your cancer card?

- Okay, it's literally
the only card I have.

And I mean, come on.

I'm sure there'd be
some things you'd miss

- Maybe.
I do hate a lot of things.

- Yeah, do you now?
- Yeah.

- Mm, okay.
Then you'd miss hating them.

I mean, hating on things
can be a lot of fun.

I hate boats and boat people.

- Sailors is what some
people would say but yeah.

I hate milk alternatives.

- Facebook moms.
- Keto diets.

- I hate people who wear
puffy vests in the summer.

Like, what is that?

- Ripped jeans.
I hate ripped jeans.

- Top 40 music.
- Mm, yes.

- The worst.

- I don't hate hating
things with you though.

I think I'd miss that

* *

- I think that...

* *

I don't know.

Maybe I didn't know him
like I thought I did.

* *

- Janae--

- You're all fucking
wrong then.

- Janae!

Fuck.

- You know
what we have to do.

* *

I mean,
it happened too fast.

How could Nate have known

that Simon was going
to create that distraction,

and how could he put
the capsule in the cup

in the few seconds
it took from the streakers

to getting here
to us getting to the window?

I mean, it was a setup.

You can confirm with Ms. Avery.

- We definitely will.

- Will she get in trouble?

- There could be civil
consequences, I'm sure.

Maybe Vanessa's parents
could decide to sue.

- Okay, but is it enough
to free Nate?

- Is it enough to free Nate?

- I mean,
if he killed himself, then--

- No, we've ruled out suicide.

We know he didn't kill himself.

You might be surprised
to hear this,

but there's actually parts
of this investigation

you don't know about.

I got people working on it
around the clock.

I don't need your help.

The only thing you did here
was get your teacher fired.

Or worse.

- But what about Nate?

* *

- If he's smart,
he's gonna take the plea deal.

And if you're smart,
you're going to stand back

and let me do my job

before you cause
any more damage

or get charged
with obstruction of justice

and wind up with Nate in jail.

We're done here.

* *

- That's our fault.

Detective Wheeler's right.
We're making things worse.

- Maybe we can figure out
who was stalking us.

It has to be the same
person who framed Nate.

- Bronwyn, the police said
there are things

that we don't know.

Maybe they have
more evidence against him.

- Are you serious?

- We've been wrong before,
Bronwyn,

about a lot of things
at this point.

- And I don't want
to be charged with obstruction.

[phone dings]

Shit, I have to go

- Seriously,
you're just gonna go?

- What else do you
want me to do?

Look, Hunter almost
broke my arm today.

I got lucky, but this is
my whole fucking future.

- You think
I don't know what it's like

to put everything on the line?

I've been skipping classes,
missing exams.

I have a fucking
personal statement for Yale

to turn in,
and I haven't even started.

- Maybe you should
get started then.

Look, we've tried everything
that we can.

I'm sorry, Bronwyn.

[soft music]

* *

- Didn't you say it before,

that Nate wouldn't want us

to throw away
everything for him?

I'm sorry

* *

- All right.
- I'll hook you up Sunday, man.

- You good, man?
- Yeah, no worries.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You okay?

* *

- Really sorry we missed
the ice cream pop-up.

- It's okay.

- Jake, can we go home?

- Does that mean you're done

with all this
Scooby Doo stuff then?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'm done

- Come here.

Come here, come here.

* *

- Dad, I'm sorry.
- You're too late.

Traffic's too bad.
I already canceled.

- You can't--why'd you--we
can reschedule though, right?

I'm sorry!

I just--I was playing
basketball

with some of the guys,
I lost track of time.

- You were just
playing basketball?

- Yeah.

- When are you gonna
stop lying to me?

- What?

- Is this who you were
playing basketball with?

He tagged you in this photo.

That means all of your
followers can see it.

Recruiters, college teams,

the reporter you were
supposed to meet with.

- Wait, Dad,
is that why you canceled?

- Just when this whole
Simon thing is starting

to die down, right,
just when we can finally talk

about baseball again,
you go on and pull this.

- Dad, I'm sorry!

I didn't know
that that would happen.

- You are blowing it!

We are this close, Coop.

You gotta keep your head
in the game.

That's if you still want it.

- Of course I want it, Dad,
now more than ever.

But you know what?

* *

I want to be myself, too.

* *

- Kiddo.

I'm not trying
to tell you not to be you.

I'm just--I'm trying
to tell you how things work.

Tell your friend to take
the photo down, please.

- Dad.

He's not my friend.

He's my boyfriend.

And I am not telling him
to take it down.

You want me to stop lying?

This is where I stop lying.

I want to play baseball.

And I want to be out
while I do it.

I think I'm that good.

- Nobody's that good.

* *

- Alright.

Well, I guess we'll find out.

* *

- I finished
my personal statement.

Do you guys want to hear?

- Of course we do.

- In 11th grade, I faced one
of the biggest challenges

I could imagine at the time,
AP chemistry.

No matter how hard I worked,
how much I studied,

I still found myself with a C.

For as long as I can remember,

I have defined myself
by my academic success.

If I wasn't
a straight A student,

I didn't know who I was.

I was so desperate
to maintain my identity

as a perfect student
that I stole exam questions

from my Chemistry teacher,
and it worked.

I got an A.

So what did I learn
from the experience?

How dangerous it is
to define yourself so rigidly.

There are more sides to me
than just being a good student.

I am brave.
I am determined.

And I stand up for the people
I believe in,

like my good friend Nate
who is currently in jail

for a crime he didn't commit.

And I know admitting all
of this is not gonna get me

admitted into Yale,
but I've also learned

that there are
more important things,

like getting Nate out of jail.

- Bronwyn, I--

- Why did you write that?

- Because it's the truth,

and because I can't focus
on writing anything else

while I know
Nate is sitting in jail.

Maybe if we bailed him out?

- So that's what this is about?

- Okay, we only have to put up
10% of the whole bail,

and I know there's way more
than that

in my college fund--please.

- Bronwyn, we've already
talked about this.

There's still people
out there

that think the four
of you were working together

So no.
I'm sorry.

- You have raised me
to stand up

for what I believe in
and to never give up.

Those were qualities
you admired

when what I wanted was
to go to Yale.

And I'm telling you what is
most important for me

right now is helping Nate

because I love him

and because it's
the right thing to do

* *

["The Office" theme playing]

- I am so happy you're here.

Cool if I play RDR for a bit?

- Cool if I fall asleep
while you play?

- Only if you drool on me.

- Oh, you missed it!
Admit it.

- I did, I did.

- Should we get tickets
to that thing some other time?

You still want to go, right?

- The ice cream thing.
Yeah, of course, of course.

Soon, soon.

* *

I'm the luckiest guy
in the world.

* *

- Step out.

- Good evening.
How we doing?

- Amazing,
I'm about to sign a deal

admitting to a crime
I didn't commit.

- So that means you don't
want to accept bail?

- Sorry, what?

- They didn't tell you?

- Shit.

- Not the reaction
I was expecting.

But the deal's still
on the table regardless.

Do you want to sign it,
or do you want to fight this?

- Fucking Rojas.

[dramatic music]

* *

- * Welcome
to your nightmare *

* You're swimming
in some murky water *

* It's coming out
of thin air *

* Keep guessing, yeah,
you're getting hotter *

* This is the beginning
of the end *

* *

* This is the beginning
of the end *

* *