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Previously on Light As A Feather...

I know that this is really stupid timing,

but I really need to tell you this.

- You don't feel it. - No.

I told them about the journal I found when I slept over,

and they think we could find something useful in it.

I think this book's been around for a while,

'cause the handwriting keeps changing.

- We need to talk about Marc Regan. - Why do I know that name?

Marc and Henry used to compete against each other in tennis.

Then one day, out of the blue, he just jumps off a bridge.

So Violet has a shrine to this Marc guy,

and he killed himself.

That's freakin' weird.

Marc didn't kill himself. He was pushed.

- You played the game. - Light as a Feather.

And then they all die.

- What is that? - It looks like a cocoon.

Is there something in it?

It's a time bomb.

You were supposed to threaten her,

-not kill her.

She deserved it.

Wow, it's like none of you guys

have seen someone make a sandwich before.

Does anybody want half of this?

I'm probably not gonna finish all of this,

and, Alex, you look like you could use a sandwich.

Okay, no, that's enough.

Can you please stop screwing with us for one second?

Sorry! I was hungry,

since I figure I'm not exactly allowed to leave.

You haven't given us much of a choice.

We just watched you die,

or at least you should have died.

We're just trying to find a solution here.

Oh, wow, a solution.

That's a really good idea.

Why didn't I think of that?

At least I'm trying.

You're wasting your time, McKenna.

She's stalling.

Yeah, she's just waiting

for both of us to die so she can win.

Win?

I may survive,

but in no freakin' universe will I win.

How can you be so sure there's not a way out?

Because I've been living with this

a hell of a lot longer than you have.

Hey, handsome...

Hey back.

I was just thinking about you.

Really

Just that it's Friday,

and I was thinking maybe we can go back to your room

and watch a movie or...

you know, maybe do what we did last weekend.

Nice try, but I have play practice.

I did come to tell you

that we're getting together tonight

for Gabby's going-away party.

What kind of party?

We're just getting together with friends,

listening to music, playing some games.

Games, seriously?

Yes, I knew you'd say that,

so I got you...

Cool.

So what are we gonna be playing?

There's a misconception

that people falling from great heights

die of shock before they hit the ground.

But Marc Regan

was aware of each agonizing second that day

as he plummeted,

and then... splat!

Blunt-force trauma, skull smashed,

liver, spleen, and heart ripped open,

spewing blood into Marc's body cavity.

The fall was pure terror.

The death itself?

Messy.

But mercifully quick.

Light as a feather,

stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,

stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,

stiff as a board.

Light as a feather,

stiff as a board.

Damn it, Lena! What are you doing here?

What? I want to play.

Is that beer?

Yeah, and you're 14. Out!

Asshole.

Blunt-force trauma, where did you get that?

No idea. It just came to me.

- What'd you think, V? - You know I hate the thought

of anything bad happening to you

or your spleen.

Ugh! Okay, enough! Who's next?

Guess that's me.

Great.

Let's begin.

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So, what, do you want us to feel bad for you or something?

No. I'm asking for you to understand.

Marc was the first person I loved.

And the only one really.

McKenna's right.

I'm sorry you got sucked into this,

but how does that justify you doing the same thing to us?

Is this about that prank on Halloween?

You know that that was a mistake, right?

Part of it,

but I knew your type.

Same bitches, different school.

Our type?

We were nice to you.

Mm, ...ish. I mean, let's be honest,

the only reason you invited me that night

was because you felt guilty, right?

See? Exactly.

None of you are as nice as you pretend to be.

Even you, McKenna.

Because if you were, you would know

that Halloween is definitely not the first time we met.

Hey. Um, excuse me. Sorry, we just got here

and we were wondering what the score was.

Yeah. Marc Regan won the first set,

and he's up 4-3 in the second.

Well, that's okay. Big bro's gonna rally.

Kick his prep school ass, Henry!

Oh, my God!

Go, Richmond! Ow!

Oh, there's Jennie and Alex.

Sorry, just a little friendly trash talk.

We're kind of Henry's personal cheerleading squad.

It's okay. I'm kind of a personal cheerleader myself.

Marc's my boyfriend.

Oh, really?

Yeah, two years this week.

So are you and Henry...?

Together? No.

I mean, I wish, but...

Just pretend I didn't say that.

I promise I won't tell anyone.

I'm Violet, by the way.

Oh, I'm McKenna.

Yo, Mack, over here!

Oh, that's my sister. I have to go.

- Nice to meet you. - Yeah, you, too.

You kicked Richmond's butt.

Not bad, right?

That guy's getting recruited by some pretty good colleges.

Hey, hold on.

What?

Well, since we've been together for two years now,

I thought that we would do something special

to commemorate it.

Right here on the bridge?

Hey, I'm down.

- Hey, you're a pig.

Yeah, I guess that means we're officially... official.

You know it.

Here.

Allergic reaction?

C'mon, she's screwing with us.

It's from that stupid game the other night, remember?

Yeah, but...

Oh, my God. That's...

Familiar?

Why are you wasting our time with this?

We all know how it ends.

Boyfriend loses his shit and swan dives off a bridge.

Don't you talk about him like that!

You have no idea what he did for me!

Whatever it was couldn't have been that great.

I mean, look at the thing on your back.

- Okay, I'm done with this shit! - Wait, Henry, don't!

Tell us how to stop this curse now,

or I swear I'll burn this damn thing!

What, you think I'm bluffing?

I want answers, and I want them now!

No! No!

- How do we stop this? - No!

Henry, we need that! Stop!

Henry, drop it, please.

- No! - No!

Hey!

Oh, shit.

Great. What do we do now?

She could be anywhere.

I can't believe we let her get away.

We?

Are you kidding me?

What?

What were you thinking?

Why would you flip out on her like that?

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's just she... she killed my sister,

and I couldn't take listening to her bullshit for one more second

and risk someone else getting hurt,

especially...

especially somebody I care about more than...

I'm sorry.

Hey, that is weird.

Yeah. Like on the inside of the bagel

was crawling with these little weird bugs.

It was so gross.

Yeah, I'm sorry, V, that sucks.

That's not the only weird thing that's happened, Marc.

I mean, I know it sounds crazy,

but ever since we played that...

What's going on?

I don't know.

Who?

Sam Allagash. You know him?

- Oh, my God.

A car crash?

Marc, that's like what she said.

I know.

Once would be a coincidence, but twice?

I don't know.

Where's Gabby?

She went back to Santa Barbara last weekend.

That's where we're going.

If we just knew how she was supposed to die,

we'd have something on her.

We could get her to talk.

Yeah.

We have to find her first,

and then we have...

What?

Lena said she watched them play Light as a Feather.

Violet even said that, too.

Right.

Well, if she watched them play the game...

Then Lena heard how Violet's supposed to die.

- Okay, let's go. - Wait, wait, wait.

You go. The... the Regans don't want to see me again.

Are you sure?

Yeah, go. I can't.

Besides, I need to find Violet.

Just call me when you find Lena, okay?

Henry?

Thank you.

What are you guys doing here?

Two people, Gabby, just like how you predicted.

And don't try and tell us it's some kind of coincidence.

I don't know. I'm sorry. It's just a game.

What happened in that game

Are we going to die?

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Are we going to die?!

Okay, look, you have to tell us what's happening!

Trust me. You wouldn't believe me even if did.

So you do know.

Just go before I call the cops, okay?!

Go!

What do we do now?!

You're wasting your time.

There's got to be a reason why Violet came all this way to get it.

Where's Henry?

He went to the Regans'.

Did you save anything from the journal?

No,

but check this out.

That's gotta be why Violet came up here.

What do you think it goes to?

We could ask her,

if we had any idea where she went.

Actually, I think I know where she is.

What the hell?

What... What's that smell?

Is that gasoline?

Marc, what's going on?

I went back to Gabby's.

No one was home, so I snuck in, and I found this.

Page after page of death predictions, ours included.

What?!

See how the handwriting changes?

Hey look, the game, it gets passed on

from one person to the next like a curse.

Five people play,

but only one survives to play again.

You're kidding.

You, me, and Gabby are the only ones left, right?

Marc, right?

Look at me!

According to that,

someone in a previous game

said that Gabby had to die in a fire.

My God.

The gasoline.

Marc, what did you do?

Where's Gabby?

I did what I had to do.

You killed her?

No!

Marc, have you lost your mind?!

I'm sorry, but I didn't have another choice!

Gabby, she did this to us,

and if one of us is gonna survive,

then it's gonna be you.

No.

No.

No, no, we... we can fix this.

There has to be an explanation.

No, there's no time left.

Yeah, I saw a security camera when I left.

The cops could be here any second.

Marc.

My life is over.

It just makes the next step that much easier.

What are you talking about?

What next step?

You heard the prediction.

I need to fall, and it's something I can't do by myself.

I think that's part of the curse.

You can't know that! How would you know that?

How?!

Because I already tried jumping.

Oh, Jesus.

Violet, please.

It's the only way.

What are you saying?

You're gonna have to push me.

Lena?

I need you to tell me something.

Are you okay?

Henry Richmond.

Yeah, yeah, hey.

So, listen...

that night at the Kenney School,

when your brother played Light as a Feather,

you were there, right?

You heard Violet's death prediction.

Lena, please, this...

This is really important.

I need to know how Violet Simmons dies.

Do you know?

Okay. Can you tell me?

Lena, please.

What if I promise I won't tell anyone?

Violet Simmons is supposed to die...

Thank you so much.

You-you...

That's great, thank you.

I really appreciate it.

Marc?

Marc, we still have time. We can fix it.

If we don't do this now, you could die before I do.

So?!

Why does it have to be you?

What am I supposed to do without you?

Because we don't have a choice.

Violet, you have given me

the happiest two years of my life.

It's just how it has to end.

You have to be the one to survive.

Marc.

I love you.

Did you find your lock?

I didn't think you were listening.

What do we do now?

That depends.

I don't trust you.

And I sure as hell don't forgive you.

But you would want to kill me right now

if you knew how.

I'm willing to give it another shot.

No.

You are a monster, Violet,

and I will hate you forever for what you've done.

But if there is one thing

that you, me, and Alex have in common,

it's that none of us want to die.

You were normal before all of this,

and you know what it feels like to be where we are,

so this is what we're gonna do.

Mack?

We're gonna help each other.

What do you say?

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