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Previously on
"The Girl from Plainville"...

- You have to say the first
thing that pops into your head.

It's a word game.

- Disney.
- Princess.

- Pretty.

At 6:25 p. m.,
he tells her, "Almost there."

She says, "Okay,"
then three hours later,

"Please answer me.
I'm scared.

I thought
you actually did it."

So what do you want?

- A warrant for her phone.

Bring me something
that can prove intent,

contradiction,
even a cover-up.

Then we'll talk.

- When he went missing,
she was, like, freaking out.

- Missing?

- Yeah, he was missing
for, like, three days.

- She was texting us
the whole time.

- That's cold.

- Not anymore.

- Huh.

- Rayburn, Sutter wants you.

Morning, sir.
Gordon.

- Katie,
what's your thoughts on this?

Gordon, fill her in.

Okay, Michelle Carter,
17-year-old girl,

texts her friends
for three days telling them

her boyfriend's missing,
maybe dead.

Nobody can find him.
She's panicked.

Only thing is, he's not.
- Not what?

- Not missing.
- Well, where is he?

- At home for three more days.

- What happens
after three days?

- He killed himself.

But this girl knew
he wasn't missing or dead.

She was in contact with him
the whole time.

- You think she knew
he was gonna kill himself?

- They were texting about it
for months, weeks, days, hours,

right up until the point
that he actually did it.

She was telling him to do it.

Encouraging him.

- You talk to her?

Talked to her friends.

Look, her story seems
inconsistent.

I think we've got
a manslaughter charge here.

This kid has
a history of depression.

Years on SSRIs, hospital stays,

swallowed a bottle of Tylenol
two years ago.

Seriously, Gordon--
- Once you read the texts

between these two,
you're gonna get it.

Also, I got his phone records

from the boy's mom,
and there are two phone calls

between the two of them
from that night.

- Yeah, well,
even if I get you a warrant,

they're not gonna give you

a transcript
of their phone call.

- Yes, but there's gotta be

more communication
between them,

and the only way I can get it

is by getting my hands
on her phone.

- What motive
could she possibly have

for wanting him
to kill himself?

- That's what I want
to find out.

- Mm...

okay, I'll get you a warrant,

but do not push me

if you find out
there's no there-there.

You're welcome.

- Thank you.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Oh, I'm meeting a friend.

Uh, Nat, I'll text you later.
- Okay, bye.

- Bye, Cassie.
- Bye.

- So are you--
- So how have you--

- Oh, sorry, sorry. You go.

- Yeah, no, I was just
gonna, um,

ask how you're doing.

- You know, I'm...I'm okay.

It's hard to sleep.

Nighttime was kind of our time,
me and Conrad.

It's really sweet of you
to ask.

Now that the fundraiser's over,
you know,

I'm just trying to figure out
what to do next, you know,

for Conrad.

Like, I'm trying
to be there for his family,

you know, for his mom.

- Um...so you know
that text you sent me?

- Which text?

- About that night?

- Oh, yeah.

I don't know why I said that.

Um...

everything with Conrad
was really complicated,

you know, obviously.

Um, he was just so sad,

and he didn't really feel like
he could talk to anyone,

except me, of course.

- Yeah, I mean, it was a lot
for you--

- Which was okay, you know?

Obviously, 'cause I loved him,
and...

but I just wish
that his family knew

that I was there for them too,

that they can open up to me.

But also wish
that somebody would

care about how I'm feeling.

You know, if anyone...
- Well, I care--

- Wants to ask how I'm doing...

- Michelle.
- Or how I'm feeling.

- Michelle, stop.

I'm asking if you're okay.

- Right.

Of course. I know. I'm--

I'm sorry. So sorry.

- No,
you don't have to be sorry.

I just--
- Yeah.

I know.
- Okay.

- You're right. I'm sorry.

- No.

- You're such a good friend,
Natalie.

Thank you
for being here for me.

What?
I haven't.

- You did!
Oh, my God, come on, Nat.

That is not true.

- The night
at Danny's graduation party?

Okay, yes. Okay.

- Yeah!
- Okay, okay, I forgot.

Okay, okay, me next.

Um, never have I ever...

Had sex on the beach.

- Um, excuse me, what?
- What?

- Well, it wasn't sex,
so actually, never mind.

- No, no, no, no, no.
You put a finger down.

You have to tell the story.
Come on.

We're waiting.

It was just this guy
I met in Florida

a few months ago.

We, you know, fooled around.

Details, bitch.

Did you just, like, make out,
or did you go down on him?

Did he go down on you?
Cassie.

- Yeah, he did that.

- Oh, my God.

How come you never told?
Michelle.

- Maybe 'cause she knew you'd
start third-degreeing her.

- Oh, it's officially
getting hot in here.

Natalia, shall we take a loop?
Sure.

You coming?

- I'm good.
I'll let the boys come to me.

- Never have I ever wanted
to be part of that clique.

- You know, they're just...

- Oh, trust me, I know.

I have friends like that
back at my school.

Everyone's always so worried

about the dudes
being mean to us.

Meanwhile, we're over here
tearing each other's hair out.

Girls are the worst.

- Some girls are.

I almost didn't come
on this trip.

- And miss the Canada Cup

International
Softball Championship?

You're glad you came
now, though, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- Me too.

So tell me more about
this scandalous beach affair.

- Oh, my God, it wasn't.

- Sure, sure.

- We texted a few times,
but he kind of disappeared.

- Never have I ever taken you
for a one-night stand girl.

- Babe, I'm full of surprises.

You done?

- No, sir.

The last run for you,
for a while, anyway, yeah?

You feel good?

Being out here this year?
Did you have a good time?

- Yeah.
- Good.

You know, going back to school,

back to your mom's

after the long runs, it--

it might be--might be tricky
for a little bit.

But you'll get used to it.

Yeah?

All right, back at it.
- Yes, sir.

There he is!

There's the son
of Mattapoisett.

Did you enjoy your last run?
- Eh.

- All right, you guys, come on.

Party's over.
You're still on the clock.

I don't want
to have to call your wives

and explain why you're
fucking passed out on my dock.

You, put down the beer.
Come on.

Look at the slack here.

Coil it up, now.

All right, back at it, boys.

- Oh, Christ.

Holly.

God damn it, drop it!

Drop it!

Inside.

and fast and weep.

He stood, washed,

and fed
because he trusted the Lord.

And David says...

"I shall go to him,

but he will not return to me."

Because he knew they would
one day meet again...

In heaven.

- Put away the goddamn phones.

We announce our faith
as we say, "I believe..."

- What are you thinking?
- Huh?

Usual?

- Uh, yes.

Here you go.

You guys want
a couple of rolls?

- Don't know why I even look.

Thanks.

- Thanks.

- You guys speak
in full sentences on that boat?

- Not if we don't have to.

- Oh, cut it out.

Whoo!

- I'm glad you're back.
I missed you.

- It was just a three-week run.

- Yeah, well, three weeks can
feel like forever sometimes.

Now you're back-back
and you're home, for good.

- For now, I guess.

- How was it?
Was it fun?

- It's not really fun.

It was--you know, it was work.

- And how was it with your dad?
Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Here we go.

Here we go.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

All right, enjoy.

Listen, I'm not mad
or anything,

but we need to talk
about something.

- Okay.

- I found some dope
in your room.

We talked about this.
I don't want it in the house.

Especially around your sisters.

If I find it again,
we're gonna have a problem.

You're their big brother.

It's your responsibility
to set a good example.

What?

- Nothing.
You're right. I get it.

No more dope.

- Pinkie swear?

What?

Not even a grunt this time?

Michelle.

I'm Detective Gordon.

Uh, just need to ask you
a couple of questions.

You're, uh--you're 18, correct?

- Yeah.
- Right.

So, uh, you can talk to me
on your own.

Come on.

So the reason why
I came out here is because

I'm looking into Conrad Roy's
unfortunate passing.

That, um--that fundraiser
you threw for him,

that was--that was nice.

We learned you did
a lot of nice things

to help Conrad
and to help his family.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

We determined
that you probably had

a lot of contact with him.

- Yeah.

- Maybe even right up until
pretty close to the time

in which maybe he stopped
having contact with anybody?

- Um...

yeah.

- Did you have contact
with him that day,

right up until he passed?

- I don't think so.

- Did he tell you
he was gonna do that

or anything like that?

- He'd been talking about it
for a while.

He told me that nobody would
be able to help him, and...

we were talking that night,

and, like, the phone cut off,

but I didn't think
anything of it.

- Okay.

Is--is that your phone?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

All right, so, um,

I've got a warrant
for this phone.

- Wait, you're taking my phone?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna accompany you
to your home,

and I'm gonna collect
your computer

and any other device

that might connect
to the internet.

- Mm.
- Do you understand?

Mm.

- Okay.
You're gonna come with me.

I think I have the right
to know why our daughter

just got escorted home
in a police cruiser!

- Lower your voice.
- Dad, please.

I'm Conrad's girlfriend.

Of course
they're reaching out to me.

They're looking for answers.

- What answers could you
possibly give the police?

They had a warrant, Michelle.

- He didn't talk
to anybody else.

I'm the only one who knows
why he really did it.

- Well, why did he do it?

- He was too bright
for this world.

He was my star,
and he left too soon.

- Is that from Glee?

- Mind your own
fucking business, Hayden.

- Hey,
watch your language!
- Michelle.

- I can't believe you guys
are attacking me like this,

after everything
I've been through.

Leave me alone!

Michelle!

You are such a dork.

- I is what I is.

I can't believe
you've never seen this.

- Ah, just never got into it.

So that's the main couple.

- Rachel and Finn.
- Mm.

- They just put off
their engagement in real life.

- Mm, the will they,
won't they?

Television necessity.

Are those two together?

- Yeah--or not yet.

They start off as friends,
best friends,

and then
they eventually get together.

- That's rad.

I'm surprised
the show goes there.

- They're an amazing couple.

So in love.

They have their moments, but...

they always end up
back together.

Completely loyal.

Your friends are dicks.

They don't deserve you.

- Yeah, I know. Just...

I'd just like one day

of not worrying
about who's fighting,

who's not talking,
all that shit.

I can't ever just...be
with them.

You know?

- You can just be with me.

You know that, right?

- Obviously.

- I'm done.

You like?

Love.
Can you put it on me?

- How's that?

Too tight?

- No.

- Susie, it's dinnertime.

Is Michelle's mom almost here?

- Mm, yeah,
she's coming, right?

- I'll check.

[Keenan the First,
Aleks James,

and Marsel-IS' "Mooda Chainz"
playing over speakers]

- Yo, what's up, son?

Come--

- Fucking fuck.

Yo, you hear
about that Kimye shit?

Yo, what's up, son?

Pop culture. Pop culture.

Current events.

Knowledge. Knowledge.

- Robby boy!

- Yo, yo, Coco in the house.
Welcome back, man.

- What's up, son?

Hey, did you hear about Kimye?

- Hey, Mahoney.
- What's up?

- Sorry, what?
- Kimye?

- Hey, Robby.
- Hey, Carla.

- Bye, Robby.
- Bye, Carla.

Dude, that chick is crazy.

- Oh, yeah?

- Be afraid.
Be very, very afraid.

- What's up, Mahoney?
- What's up, O'Connor?

- Trucks later?
- Trucks. For sure. Trucks.

Sorry, what?

- No, it's cool.
- Robby.

- I thought she was crazy.

- Exactly.
See you later?

Claire finally quit.

Oh, you scared her off.

Well, it only took three years.

- My boy's back.
- Oh, there's the one.

- Look at how handsome he is.

Mm, someone smells like booze.

- I think that might be
the chardonnay talking.

- Huh? Coming for me.

- Can I tell him
the, um--

all right.

So I'm on my shift.

ER rounds this week,

so, you know,
it's a fucking nightmare.

And this skinny,
nervous-looking guy comes in.

Says he's got a stomachache
but doesn't want to say why,

but I can tell he's--you know,
he's walking kind of funny.

So we get him under the X-ray.

The doc puts up the images,

and...there it is.

A toilet brush.

- Where?

His ass.

- No way.

- I just have
so many questions.

Like a fucking chimney sweep.

Stop it.

There she is.

- Hi, Conrad.

- Finally, she speaks.

- Me?
I've been right here.

- What are you doing now?

- Playing basketball.

What are you doing?

- What do you think?

- How are you?
- Meh.

Headed back to school.

In a completely different
class now

'cause of my year off.

Back at my mom's.

It's weird.
I don't know.

Tell me.

- It feels like my brain
works differently now.

The boat is all guys
my dad's age,

and I figured out
how to talk to them,

but now I don't know
how to be a kid anymore.

- That's because
you're an old soul, Conrad.

- On the boat,
everything made sense.

Every day,
I knew what I was doing.

You never felt like...

You didn't know
what was coming.

- Like a checklist.

- Exactly.
- That sounds amazing.

I wish I had that

but for, like, school
and friends and whatever.

- Yes.

- What if you had
a checklist for life?

Like, you just did the thing,

move on to the next thing,
everything easy.

Check, check, check.

- That's what I'm saying.

On the water, there's order.

Calm.

'Cause you know what's coming,

even if it's, like,
a storm or something.

Boats are simple...

but complicated.

They built them
with their hands,

and we have to work them
with our hands.

It's tactile.

- Tactile?

- Yeah, like, physical.

- I get it.

Like something to hold on to.

Move your body.
Get out of your head.

- Yeah, exactly.

Hey, do you remember the pier?

- Yeah.

- Sand.

- Hand.

- Band.

- Why now?

- Why...

- You never came
to say goodbye that day.

You just disappeared.

- I know.

I'm sorry.

I fucked up.
It's my fault.

It's always my fault.

- So why now?

- I miss talking to you
at 3:00 a. m.

Did you miss me?

Are we doing
the "no sleeping" thing again?

- Pretty predictable, huh?

- I wouldn't say that.

Kind of worried about you.

The not sleeping.

- Don't be.

It just gets weird at night.

Kind of hard to describe.

- Try.

- It's like...

spinning.

Or, like, a spinning feeling.

It gets worse
when I close my eyes,

when everything's quiet.

It's like my thoughts
keep happening all at once,

but I can't focus
on any one of them.

So it just turns
into this massive spiral.

So I just stay awake.

- Have you thought
about talking to someone?

- I started taking meds.

Prozac.

- Is it helping?

- I don't know.

I get scared sometimes.

Never told anyone that before.

- You can literally
tell me anything.

I love you.

- You okay?

Can't turn
my goddamn brain off.

You know, he promised me,

after the first time.

He promised he wouldn't do
anything like that ever again.

And I must've asked him
a thousand times,

"Are you okay?"

And a thousand times,
he said, "Yeah."

There was a minute today...

when I forgot.

Just a minute.

And then I remembered,
and it was like he...

he died all over again.

And I feel guilty
all over again.

Five minutes.

What?

- I was five minutes away
from that parking lot.

I mean, why didn't he call me?

- The hell is all this?

- Oh, uh,
early birthday present

from our friendly
neighborhood detective, Gordon.

- The Roy case?

- Phone records
from the Roy kid's phone

and every text Carter sent
in the last two years.

- "Hey, it's Michelle. LOL.

You're gonna think I'm weird.
Ha-ha, don't be mad."

How long have you been here?

- Oh, like...

three years, 14 hours.

- Buy you a drink?

- No, no, I should stay.
Thank you.

- Katie, only bad work
happens after 10:00.

Come on.

We all said shitty things
in high school.

I don't envy these kids.
Every word recorded.

- Why, why did she lie
to her friends

about not knowing
where Conrad was?

- Mm-mm-mm.

- You know who lies?
Guilty people.

- You know who lies?
Teenagers.

Six ball, corner.

- It's not like I don't see
what's at stake here.

I mean, if we tried this,
it would be precedent-setting.

- Look, I get it.
You're hungry.

Every case for you
is another rung on the ladder,

so every case has to be
solid enough to stand on.

Your future's
just dangling there,

waiting to be snatched up.

Eight ball, side.

- Wait, how long
have I been drinking?

- Your break.

Huh.

- I'm more of a solo,

noncontact,
figure skating girl.

- Here, it's all about...

seeing the whole game.

What do you see?

- A bunch
of different-colored balls.

- Okay, what happens if I hit
the nine in the corner?

- It bounces off the wall.

- Yeah, and when it lands,
I better be setting myself up

for the 14
to hit the left side

and then 10 after that
and so on.

Every choice I make
has to be about the end goal.

Doesn't look,
you know, so pretty

when it's all out there
on the table,

but when you put it together--

- Wait.

Thank you.
- Okay.

- It's like you said,
seeing the whole table.

I--I was only looking
at the texts

that she sent to the kid.

I didn't think
that her friends were...

To Natalie something.

A few weeks after the funeral.

She told him
to get back in the truck.

It is practically
a goddamn confession.

- It's something.

- You know, I'm gonna need
a second chair on this.

What?

- I just want to make sure
we do this

because there's a case,

not because
it's one of those rungs.

- Well...

it is, and it is.

How are you gonna
get around the fact

that assisted suicide
is not illegal?

- I'll take that as a yes.

The DA opened
an official investigation

into your connection
with the death of Conrad Roy.

- But I didn't do
anything wrong.

- You think she'll go to jail?

- I will do everything in
my power to make that happen.

We need motive.

An assisted suicide
is not illegal

in the state of Massachusetts.

- Right, but she isn't
assisting.

She's masterminding.

- I just wanted to help him.

Maybe I should call your mom.

- If you ever tell anyone
about me,

I will never talk to you again!

- Carter has waived her right
to a jury trial,

which means the judge alone

will decide whether or not
she is guilty.

- Her behavior was wanton
and reckless.

There are text
messages, thousands of them.

- She told him to drink bleach.

- The night of his death,

did you tell him
to get back in the truck?

- I loved him.

- She knew him.

She knew he was depressed.

- Tried to help you
the best I could.

I could never
talk you out of it.

- She knew what it was like
to feel lonely.

- There's no one left.

Your Honor,
this is not a homicide case.

- She put him in that car
that night.

- She was 30 miles away.

I should have
been there for you.