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- Good evening, Bayview.

The holidays are a time

to bring light into the darkness

and to strive for better.

- Okay, what the hell
are we doing here?

- Did you not get
the Simon Says?

- Nah, I'm just
really into Christmas.

- Simon Says sent us a
pretty clear message.

When we don't play by
the rules, people die.

- So what, are we just
supposed to allow ourselves

to be controlled by a murderer
for the rest of our lives?

- I am especially glad

to see you all here this
year.

And even though
Bayview has once again

found itself mourning
the untimely death

of another...
- Janae's done.

Let's go.
- I firmly believe

that we must come
together as a community...

- Miss Prentiss?
Leaving so soon?

- And share in our grief.

- I was hoping to talk to
you about Giselle Ward.

Former owner of the
car you customized.

- You don't have to do that.
- Actually, she does.

Cooperating with an
investigation isn't optional.

So how about it?

I'll bring over some fruitcake.

We can chat.

- Have faith...
- Sure.

- That we will heal.

- Come on.

- And now,

I am delighted to share with you

Bayview's own bright
light in the darkness.

- Mayor, this way.

- Merry Christmas, Bayview.

- It's another in a string of
disturbing events in Bayview,

a town shaken to its core
by a series of tragedies,

hot on the tail of the
death of a young woman,

Wendy Ward, known to
friends as Giselle.

Ms. Ward claimed to
have had a relationship

with missing teen Jake Riordan.

But a burning question remains:

did Ms. Ward even
know him at all?

- She knew Jake.
I'm sure of it.

- While Ms. Ward's death was
initially ruled a suicide,

police are now investigating
possible foul play.

Stay tuned for more deta...

- The police know it's a murder.

That's why Wheeler
wants to interview me.

- So? We have to give
them Simon Says instead.

- Yeah, except now we know
Giselle isn't Simon Says,

so we're back at square one.

- Maybe not.

Addy, didn't Cole tell you
to stay away from Giselle?

That he'd "take care of her"

like he's quoting
some Scorsese movie?

- Okay. Back to Cole.

- Are we really
just skipping over

the whole "Giselle is
dead because of us" part?

How are we supposed
to live with that?

And then what the hell do you
think is gonna happen to Cole

if we're wrong a second time?

- We're all scared, Cooper.

But we didn't kill
Giselle. Simon Says did.

So the only way to end this

is to figure out
who Simon Says is.

I mean, what's the alternative?

- We could tell the
police what we know.

- You're joking.
- I'm not.

You guys,

if we tell the truth
about Halloween and Jake,

Simon Says loses
all control over us.

Plus, how else are we
gonna explain to the cops

that there is a
killer on the loose?

- It would end the game.

- Yeah, by you losing.

- Look, Vanessa found that
bullet casing in the woods.

Simon Says is currently making
us all look fucking insane.

Wheeler saw us on the yacht

and now wants to interview
me about Giselle.

She's gonna figure it out.

If we confess first,

maybe she'll take it easy on us.

- Okay, I'm sorry, is
there a put a body on ice

and dump it in the ocean defense

that I don't know about?

Even if you could argue your way

from murder one to murder two,

you're all still going to jail.

I vote no.

- You weren't there the
night that Jake died.

We could leave you out.
- I was.

And I say
abso-fucking-lutely not.

Even if we wanted to turn
ourselves in for Jake,

we have no evidence of
who Simon Says even is,

so we'd probably get accused
of Giselle's murder too.

Maybe even Simon's.

And fuck that.

We would rot in jail,
and the killer runs free.

- Okay, so what's your plan?

- For starters,

we find out where Cole was the
night Giselle was murdered.

- How do we do that?

- We could look at the
GPS history in his car.

- Yes.
- And I could talk to Vanessa.

I mean, she was close with
Giselle and Cole, right?

Maybe she knows
something that we don't.

- You're really on
board with this?

- Addy, look, my whole family

is relying on me for everything.

I have to make sure that I
do everything in my power

to not let them down.

I'm in.

- What about you?

- Unless we turn ourselves in,

Simon Says is not gonna
stop torturing us.

And that means more people
are gonna get hurt or die.

Maybe one of us.

Maybe someone we love.

If I'm outvoted, fine.

But if anything
happens to anyone else,

that's blood on
all of your hands.

- Hey, Vanessa.

- No.
- Wait, where are you going?

Vanessa, come back.
- Not today.

Not today. This is not
gonna happen to me.

- Where do you
think you're going?

- Relax. We just want to talk.

- I'm next, aren't I?
You're gonna kill me.

- Do you seriously think
that we're gonna kill you?

- Yes, I seriously think
you're going to kill me.

Why do you think I
stopped going live?

I canceled myself

so I wouldn't become
your next target.

And because my
followers are blaming me

for endangering Giselle.

And some crazies are even saying

I planted that bullet casing,
which is hateful slander.

- Look, Vanessa, we just want

to ask you a few
questions about Giselle.

Do you know who would
want to hurt her?

Did you know that she
was lying about Greece?

Did you know that Jake was?

And do you seriously
think that we killed her?

- Obviously, you did.
- Oh, my God.

- You trashed her car

and then tried to pay
her to leave town.

And when she wouldn't,
you murdered her!

- Wait, did you just say

that someone tried to
pay her to leave town?

- Yeah. You did.

Stop gaslighting me
and own the narrative.

Everywhere you go, someone dies
or mysteriously disappears.

You are the bad guys!

- Aren't you just
dying of anticipation?

- Sorry?
- Early decision letters.

Yale is sending them
out this morning.

- Right. Yes.

Oh, I'm really trying
not to think about it.

- I hope you'll let me
know as soon as you hear.

Happy holidays.
- Happy holidays.

- Mr. Macauley.

- Principal Gupta, I swear
to you I have no idea

who glitter-bombed
those cheerleaders.

- I heard you got a B+
on your English exam.

And Shakespeare no less.

Looks like the
tutoring's paying off.

- Yeah, yeah.

I guess so.

- Well, keep it up.
And keep me posted.

- That's huge.
- Oh.

- You should be proud.
- Hey.

If I knew that "Macbeth" was
basically a slasher movie,

I would have read it sooner.

Of course.

Holy shit.

It's Yale.

- Aren't you gonna open it?
- No, I can't.

- Wait, Bronwyn. Come on.

This is the moment you've been
waiting your entire life for.

- Exactly.

What if I don't get in
and all my hard work was

for nothing?

Or what if my lifelong
wish comes true,

the monkey's paw twists,
and we all go to jail?

- Or... or you get in,

everything works out,

and you live happily
ever after...

doing homework constantly.

- Hey, Keels.

- Hey.
- What are you doing?

- Um, I was actually
just leaving.

- Wait, are you okay?

I kind of feel like
you've been avoiding me.

- Sorry, it's just...

This Giselle thing is so awful.

And people are saying
horrible things about you.

- What else is new, Keely?

- Where did you go on Halloween

after everything with Zach?

You and Addy both disappeared
for a couple hours,

not that I was keeping track.

I just remember because
we put on "Scream"

and I didn't see you until
the credits were rolling.

- Addy and I, we found
Vanessa passed out drunk,

so we decided to stay with her

to make sure that
she kept breathing.

But no good deed goes
unpunished, I guess.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
- No.

- I guess I just needed
to hear you say it.

- You know that you
can ask me anything.

I don't lie to you, Keely.

I know.

- Ready to see how it's done?
- I guess so.

If Cole wasn't at
the water park,

then we're done,
no more suspects.

But if he was at the water
park and the GPS shows that,

then we're basically
breaking into murderer's car.

- Which is why I have
to focus right now

to avoid turning ourselves in.
- Okay.

- Can you hold this, please?
- Yes.

- Thank you.

This is some pretty
advanced burgling.

I'm surprised you're
not more offended.

- Are you craving validation

that I still think
you're a bad boy?

- Almost as much as
you're craving acceptance

to a certain New
Haven university.

Have you opened it yet?

- What the hell
are you two doing?

- Um, I locked my
keys in my car, and...

Shit, is this yours?

I'm sorry, all these
douchebag cars look the same.

- I'm calling the police.

- Maybe we should be the
ones calling the police.

Where were you the
night Giselle died?

- I warned you before.
Back the fuck off.

- Hey, fuck you!

Let's go.

- Addy was videotaped

taking her aggression
out on Giselle's car

the day before she was murdered.

You're
grasping at straws,

looking for a motive

when there's an obvious
answer to all of this.

- Please, enlighten me.

- It was Jake.

He never left town.

He murdered Simon, tried to
frame my daughter, and now...

- Okay, that's intriguing.

And I would watch
that soap opera,

but this is real life.

- What about Cole?

Cole is shady, just like Jake.

- Cole Riordan was with
us the night Giselle died,

so your suspicions are
misplaced, unsurprisingly.

So what I really want to
know is where you were

the night Giselle was killed.

- She was with me.

Yeah, we were having
a girl's night in.

Manicures and movies.

So I guess we're done here,

unless you have any
more baseless theories

you want to throw at my
already traumatized daughter?

- Could be nothing,
but my gut says

that whatever you're
holding back, Addy,

it's eating away at you.

And I'm gonna be here

when you decide to
get it off your chest.

Enjoy the fruitcake.

- What the fuck?

Shit.

My place.

- So Simon Says was in here?

- Yeah, and I'm kind
of freaking out.

- We're definitely
not opening it?

- This present is our chance

to prove that Simon
Says actually exists.

It could have DNA
or fingerprints.

- I hope you're not thinking
what I think you're thinking.

- I didn't say anything.

- I think we're all thinking it.

We have to turn ourselves in.

- We've tried to figure out
who Simon Says is on our own.

It's not Cole.
We're out of ideas.

It's time to give
the police a shot

now that we have some
tangible evidence.

They could try to
lift fingerprints

off whatever's inside that box.

- I don't want anyone
else to get hurt.

- Exactly, and now that we know
Simon Says is willing to kill,

the best thing we can do is
protect the people we love.

- That's bullshit,
and you know that.

- Whatever we decide,
guys, it's gonna hurt.

We just have to pick the
one we can live with,

literally and figuratively.

- Okay, but if we
decide to confess,

it has to be unanimous.

No one goes to the police
unless we all agree.

So how do we do this?

Show of hands?
- You can't be serious.

- I'm sorry, Maeve. You
don't get to vote on this.

- Cool.

- All right. When do we do it?

- We should take a day to do
whatever we need to do, and...

we'll turn ourselves in
tomorrow at midnight.

- Today's the day, Stan.

I'm going to jail.

I know this might be hard
to understand, buddy,

but no matter how hard I try...

I can't win.

And I tried really
hard this time.

Now what am I gonna
do with you, huh?

Bronwyn.

Mija, I know I said I
wouldn't embarrass you,

but I lied because
it's not every day

that my daughter gets
accepted into Yale.

And we are so very proud of you.

Felicidades, mi amor.

The legacy continues.

Salud.

- Maeve?

- Excuse me.

- I think she's just
processing the reality

of me not being
around much longer.

I'll go talk to her.

Permiso.

- No me sigas.
- Maeve, por favor.

- Look, I don't want to be part
of your little charade, okay?

You haven't even opened
that stupid email.

- Can we please not do this?

- The only thing I'm asking
is that you don't give up.

- This is not giving up.
It's doing the right thing.

Okay, what if Simon Says
comes looking for you?

How am I supposed
to live with that?

We have to put an end to this.

- Look, I know you wanted one
last happy day with everyone,

but you should just open
that admissions email

and make the celebration real,

'cause I'm gonna figure
out how to save you.

Hey, you.

- Hey.
- Your brother did the laundry.

Ruined my only good button-down.

I need to borrow a shirt.

Uh, yeah, sure.

Let me see what I have.

You got, like, a big
date or something?

Oh.

Wow, um...
- Whoa.

Listen, son, after
your mother died,

I never tried to fill
the space she left.

I let myself become

singularly focused
in on your career,

making sure we were
set for the future.

- Yeah.

- Thing is, um...

I think I gotta start
thinking about myself now.

It's just one date,
you know, but...

- But nothing.

You know, it's... it's about
time you got back out there.

There's a whole world
out there for Kevin Clay.

Let me see what I got

for Bayview's most
eligible bachelor.

How's this?

- I just want you
to know that, um,

no one could ever
replace your mother.

- I'm happy for you, Dad.

And it's, um...

It's a relief to know

that you're gonna have
someone when I'm gone...

Playing baseball next year.

- Right, man.

Somebody to bring to your games.

Sure you're okay with this?

Yeah, Dad.

I'm good.

All right, play us
a Christmas song.

- I'm not feeling
super festive, Dad.

It's been a really shitty year.

- We should have come
home when Simon died.

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I knew you couldn't
cancel your tour dates.

I mean, your concerts are
literally the only thing

that most Gen X-ers
have to look forward to.

Yeah,
you're not wrong.

- Come on, when
was the last time

we played together?

- Kiddo, what's wrong?

I finally made friends.

And now, I have to
say goodbye to them.

- Jay, changing schools

is gonna be the
best thing for you.

You'll understand that someday.

- Ads, which one?

- I can't believe you'd
rather go on a date

than help me decorate.

- But the red one.

- Yeah?

Since when did you become
Santa's little helper?

- I don't know.

Thought it might
be nice this year.

- Well, make sure
you save me some

to help with tomorrow, okay?

- Yeah.

Of course.

- Oh, I can't believe you're
gonna be my last kiss.

- You need that light.
- Okay.

- And look, the
dude loves crickets.

They're kind of gross,

but he can't get enough of them.

He also needs his greens too.

And, um, if his
stomach turns black,

that's a bad sign,

so what I usually do
is I take him to...

- Bro, bro, bro.
Chill, all right?

It's gonna be good.

I know what I'm doing with
these little bad boys.

I used to have a
little bearded dragon

when I was growing up.
- Oh, for real?

- Named him Baby Ru.

- Listen, Kris,

I don't know when
I'm gonna be back

from getting my mom settled.

It could take a while.

- Uh, okay.

I mean, Stan can chill
for however long he wants,

but what about your
girl, your friends?

Nobody wanted to watch him?

- Bronwyn's got Yale.

Addy's not the biggest
fan of reptiles.

You know Coop. All baseball.

- All right, bro. Well,
good luck with your mom.

Yeah.

Okay.

Oh.

Don't
forget about me, buddy.

- Well, this is
fucking depressing.

Hello, are we really all
just gonna sit here all night

feeling sorry for ourselves?

- I mean, I tried
to tell them that

they'd have 20 years
to life to do that.

- Janae's right.

We all agreed to turn
ourselves in at midnight,

but that's still hours away.

So if this is truly our
last night of freedom...

I think that we should turn up.

I have two choices
for us tonight.

Red or white?

- Red.
- Red.

It's so good.

We are wreaking havoc tonight.

- Are you? Because it seems
like you guys are giving up.

- To wreaking havoc.

- You know what
really sucks, though?

- What?
- What?

- I will never get to
fuck Nate Macauley.

Why did you look at me?

Ew!

- It's so sad.
- Oh, my God.

- I'm gonna go to jail a virgin.

Yes, yes.

- What are y'all talking about?

What did we miss?

- They started without us.

- Can we get some glasses?

- Pour up a glass.

- Hi.
- Hi, Nate.

- So you're actually
going through with this.

- We've tried everything else.

We're out of options.

- We're not.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

What if you and I catch
Simon Says before midnight?

- How?

- Just some minor
breaking and entering.

I can explain on the way.

Come on.

- All right. Wait, wait, wait.

No, you've never seen snow

or you've never seen it snow?

- Both.

I mean... I mean, neither.

I've always wanted to, though.

My mom promised to
take me sledding,

but we just never got
around to it, so...

- Eh, snow's overrated anyway.

Now the ocean, that's
something to miss.

- Why did I not go
to the beach more?

- I know.

It's, like, literally
right there.

I've never ever
been skinny-dipping.

And I'll never get to
go. Isn't that sad?

I think that's sad.

- Damn it.

- We have to do it.

- What?

- I mean, what the
fuck is stopping us?

- Fuck it.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Seriously?
- Yes.

- Let's do it!
- Let's get funky.

- Yeah!
- Let's go! Come on!

- Let's go!
- Wait, I gotta...

- Come on, Bronwyn.
- Wait, wait, wait.

- Yes, Murder Club!
- Whoo!

- You guys, that was amazing.
- It was.

- Yeah.
- Wait, wait, wait.

But what do we do next?
- Disneyland.

- If you guys could
do anything...

- Anything?

- Anything tonight,
what would you do?

Addy?

- I-I-I don't
know. I don't know

what I'd want to do.
- That's okay.

- Well, I do, but I kind of feel

like that dorm room
door is closed forever.

- Aw.
- Aw, Coop.

- Anyway, moving on,
Bronwyn, what would you do?

- What would you do?
- What would I do?

Mm, okay, I guess I'd
face my biggest fear.

- Oh, oh, you'd finally
watch "The Exorcist" with me.

No.

Okay, I'd karaoke.
I'd go karaoke-ing.

- Wait.
- That's it?

- Okay, hear me out.

Bronwyn Rojas standing in
a crowd of unknown people,

unprepared and with no idea

if she has any
talent for something

and forcing myself to not give
a shit about what people think.

Can you picture
anything less me?

- Truly, no.
- No.

- Okay.
- Well, it sounds insanely hot.

- And scary.

- There's that karaoke
spot on Main Street.

- No.
- Let's go. Let's go.

- No, we don't have to do mine.
- Yes.

- We have to.
- Bronwyn, we are doing it.

Murder Club Says.

- Karaoke for Bronwyn.
- Come on.

Come on.
- Let's go!

- Get your shoes. Come on.

- Gupta's office is right there.

Oh, jeez, no, she's in there.
- Oh, my God.

- She's in there.
- Maeve.

- She's in there, sorry.
- Jesus Christ.

- There were so many secrets,

so many lies.

Finally, Simon had to say...

- She said "Simon."

- What would Simon say?

- What did Simon say?

- Fuck these kids.

Fuck them all.

- Is Gupta Simon Says?
- No.

- Okay.

- Okay, see if you can find the
keys to the security office.

We could check the cameras
to see who put the mask

in Cooper's locker.

Oh, no fucking way.

- Do not tell me
she's Simon Says.

- It's even more fucked up.
- What?

- I think she's writing
a book about us.

- What do you mean about us?
- Okay.

So your name is Janie, and your
best friend has a gossip app.

Nate is Mitch.

Cooper's Connor.
Addy's Ashton.

And Bronwyn's Breanna Rose.

An only child?
- Shh.

- Bitch wrote me
out of the story.

- Could be way worse. You
could have been May Rose.

- I am the sister of a
lead character, okay?

You can't just erase me.

Who's gonna steal the laptop?

Who's gonna find the EpiPen?

- Nobody actually knows
that you did those things.

What are you doing?

- I'm emailing myself
a copy. I have notes.

- Okay, so no keys
to the security room,

but I found the thumb
drive from Simon Says.

- That's good.
That's really good.

I can data mine the files

to see if Simon Says left
behind any digital evidence.

- Data... yeah.
- Yeah.

- That's totally
what I was thinking.

- Uh-huh.
- 100%.

- Yeah, let's go.
- Mm.

Um, hi.

I'd like to dedicate this song

to the people that
came with me tonight.

We haven't been
close for very long,

but, um, they're the kind
of friends you'd kill for.

- You got this, Bronwyn.

- Next!

- You're a rockstar!

- Come on, Bronwyn.

- Ooh!
- Get it, girl.

- You are sexy, Rojas!

- Oh.

- You're gonna regret if
you don't see him tonight.

- I don't know, he
doesn't want to see me

and I don't want
to cause any drama.

Besides his Instagram
says he's at some party.

We can accidentally
bump into him.

No drama.

Look, it's an open invite.

- I'm not sure.

- Guys...

kindly shut the hell up.

- Sorry.

We're going.

- She's great.

- Okay, so I created
a sandbox network,

so I think we can poke around
without alerting Simon Says.

It's gonna take a while,

and to be honest, it
might not even work.

- That's okay.

Kind of figured it was
a long shot anyway.

- Then why'd you come?

- 'Cause I wanted to.

- I know how we
can kill some time.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

Uh...
- Did I do something?

I'm sorry.

- I'm, like, fully a virgin.

And unlike Bronwyn, I'm
just not totally sure

I'm ready to, uh...
- Oh.

First of all, let's not
talk about my sister

in that way.
- Oh, my God.

- Yeah.
- Sorry.

It's okay.

Um...

but second of all...

do you think you'll ever want
me to touch you that way?

- Mm-hmm.

- Cool.

For sure.

It's kind of funny, actually.
- Is it?

- Yeah, a little bit.
- How dare you.

- 'Cause I thought that you had
all of this stuff figured out.

- Uh, I feel like I have a
lot I need to figure out.

- Like?
- Like my gender.

- Okay.

- I just feels really limiting

being perceived as a girl.

Like, I really feel like
I'm more fluid than that.

And then also it just feels like

everyone expects everybody
to be just one thing,

and I think that's crazy

because we're all
just fucking stardust.

- Well, I see you.

And I love watching you glow.

- Are you sure you
don't mind waiting

with the sex stuff?

- I can wait.

Okay, sure.

- Am I hallucinating?
- What?

- Addy and Cooper are going
to a gay warehouse party.

That's sick.
- Wow. Okay.

You should go.

Be with them.

- You should come.

- I am running out
of time to save you,

and you are a huge distraction.

Go.

- Oh, my God.

Addy, where even are we?

- Hey.

Is he looking at you,
or is he looking at me?

- Both?

- Whoa. This place is wild.

Where are Bronwyn and Nate?

- Uh, they wanted alone time.

- Oh.
- Mm.

- I don't really support
the straight agenda,

but I'm rooting for them.

- First timers?

- Is it that obvious?

- Oh, my God.

Are you the baseball gay?

- Guilty.

I'm Cooper Clay.
Nice to meet you.

- So nice to meet you.
I'm Ramona. She/they.

- I'm Janae. They/she/he.

- Love.

I think we're gonna need
to elevate these outfits.

Come with me.

- Cooper!

What the hell are
you doing here?

- Surprise.

- So this is Kris' playground?

- Welcome home, baby.

- I swear I didn't mean
to crash your party.

- I'm not trying to be
weird, but for real, like,

seeing you here is
blowing my mind.

- I hope in a good way?

- Yeah, yeah. In the best way.

What are you wearing?
- What?

- Uh-uh, we gotta
make adjustments.

Take it off.
- Take it off?

- Yes.
- Okay.

- It's a gay party,
and you not hot

wearing all these clothes.

Take the shirt
off. It's gotta go.

- Take the shirt off?
- Yes, take the shirt off.

- Oh, man.
- Give me chest.

- Chest.
- Give me chest.

- Biceps?
- Yes.

Abs.

All of the above?

- The gays deserve this, baby.

This is what the girls want.

Um, for real, why
are you even here?

- I just wanted one last
night out with my friends.

I'm transferring schools, so
Addy suggested this party,

and here we are.

- Wait, you're
transferring schools?

- Yeah.

- Nate said he was
leaving town too.

What's going on?

Coop, are you lying to me again?

You're lying again.
- Look...

- Nah, I'm not doing
this no more, Cooper.

- Wait, wait.

You're right.

I can't keep lying.

None of us can.

That's why tonight...

we're gonna tell the
police the whole truth.

We just wanted one
last night of freedom.

- Coop, y'all about
to tell the cops?

And so, for your last
night of freedom,

you wanted to come to a
queer warehouse party?

- Honestly, no.

I just couldn't
stand the thought

of not seeing you one last time.

Who am I to deny you
one more night of this?

- Oh, yeah?

- You owe me a dance.

- Ah, Ginger!

- You've got a beautiful aura.

I can tell that
you're a good person.

- No, I'm not.

I killed Jake.

- What?

- I said, you're right.
The music's great.

- I'm Tony.

- I don't care.

- All right.

- Just so you know,
that meant nothing.

- Yo, whatever you want, baby.

You good?

- All night I've been
asking myself what I want.

And the answer's been in
front of me the whole time.

- We going caroling, Rojas?

- Nope.

So the Jensens always deck
out their house to the nines

and spend Christmas
in the Bahamas.

We're here for something else.

- Oh, I see. Oh, my God, yeah.

You want revenge for the
Nativity play I ruined, right?

In fourth grade.

Yeah, you're Simon Says.

- Just watch.

I know it's not real
snow, but, um...

- I love you, Rojas.

- What did you say?

- I said, I love you.

- I can't hear you.

- I love you. I
fucking love you.

- I love you too, Macauley.

- Let's get out of here.

I've just wanted
this for so long.

I can't believe it's
actually happening.

- Addy.

Addy?

Hey, what are you doing?

- Nothing. I just
needed some air.

- Addy.

- Fine.

I'm going to the police station.

- What?

- Jay, I'm the
one who shot Jake.

There's no reason for
everyone else to go to jail

because of me.

- Is this a joke?
It's not funny.

- Janae, I don't have a bright
future to look forward to

like all of you do.

I didn't even know
what I wanted to do

on my last night of freedom.

Then I saw you and Cooper.

And you all looked so
alive and so, so happy.

And I knew exactly
what I wanted.

So please let me do this.

Not for Jake, but
for all of you.

- Who do you think you are?

Are you Jesus?

We're all responsible for
what we did that night, Addy.

None of us are gonna be
able to live with ourselves

if we don't do this together.

- Janae, this doesn't have
to end all of our lives.

- You know, after Simon died,

it was like the whole world
was a different color.

And I was completely alone,

and you, of all people,
were there for me.

So who cares

if you don't know what you
want to be when you grow up?

That doesn't make
you any less worthy.

You know, you're a real
clueless pain in the ass

sometimes, but you're
a fucking good friend.

- Well, Rojas, you finally got
everything you wanted tonight.

- You overheard me at Addy's?

- Good thing I did too.

Gave me plenty of
time to find a condom.

You know you're not supposed
to leave those things

in your wallet?

Oh, my God.

What? What?
- God, no, no.

Hey, hey.

- Hey, where'd you go?

- I'm right here.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- It's almost midnight.

- There's just one final thing
you have to do before we go.

- And what is that?

- Open that admissions email.

- I opened it this morning.

I didn't get in.

- I'm sorry.

- You know, I
thought it would be

the end of the
world, but it's not.

My whole life,
I've had this plan.

And now that I don't,
it's actually a relief,

which is insane to think about

when we're about to confess
to killing someone, but...

we're doing the
right thing, Nate.

And I'm exactly where
I'm supposed to be.

- I'm exactly where
I'm supposed to be.

Damn. That's
goodbye, isn't it?

Come here.

Wherever you're going...

I know it's not
gonna be easy, but...

Coop, I'm so proud of you.

For real, like,

you really out here
living your truth.

Just stay safe, okay?

- Yeah.

- You guys aren't getting
cold feet, are you?

- Wow.

This might be the first time

that we've actually all
agreed on something.

- I'm gonna miss you guys.

- Same.

- Excuse me, hi.

We have information regarding
the murder of Giselle Ward.

- This is about that
guy we picked up, right?

That Forrester kid?

- What?

- You're looking at
footage of a local student

from Bayview High, TJ Forrester,

who has been arrested
in connection

with the murder of Wendy Ward.

He was apprehended
earlier this afternoon...

- Oh, my God.

- 30 miles outside
of Los Angeles.

Sources say the
arresting officer

found evidence in his car.
- Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

- The police believe that
Mr. Forrester was in town

when Wendy Ward went missing.

- Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!

Ho, ho, ho!

Merry Christmas!