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BRYCE: Previously on "All Night"...

Do you maybe want to hang out more later?

FIG: Yeah, yeah. BRYCE: Mr. Lewis.

I saw you with that other lifeguard.

COACH LEWIS: My wife.

You wouldn't happen to have any tips?

Mine, for example, she enjoys

a nice mid-shelf bottle of tequila.

Roni Sweetzer. She's amazing. I think she likes me too.

I like you, Fig.

I don't know what to say.

Say you feel the same way.

MELINDA: Once I sell all of this,

I can spend the night finally having some fun.

You deserve it.

I've got cash. Where's the tequila?

STEFANIA: It's 2:00 a.m. You know what that means.

CODY: No, I don't know what that means.

STEFANIA: Sink or swim.

CODY: Yeah, I still got nothing.

STEFANIA: When the clock hits 2:00, the bar clears out.

This smells like a closet full of butt holes.

BOY: I'm a sleepy boy.

STEFANIA: The lightweights start dropping like flies,

and the pretenders, they close their tabs

and order their Lyfts home.

These are the people who seek the comfort

and warmth of their beds,

but for the real partiers, they dig in.

2:00 a. m. is go time.

So they double down, order another round of shots

hoping that their friends will stay for

just one more four or five times.

No way. You are not sleeping.

DEANNA: Mm. Just let me call it a night.

Screw Fig. We only have a few hours left.

DEANNA: No. CASSIE: Come on. Get up.

NINO: Come on. Wake up.

CASSIE: Get up. NINO: Wake up!

DEANNA: No. CASSIE: Fine.

STEFANIA: Some runners fall out of the race...

RONI: Mm. I feel safe.

STEFANIA: while others are just getting limbered up.

NINO: Hey, can I get on this?

BOY: Yeah, here. Here. NINO: Thanks.

STEFANIA: To them, the night is but a fetus.

CODY: That's a little gross and an oddly mixed metaphor.

[laughs] Yeah.

As soon as it came out, it felt like a dot too far.

[upbeat music]

? ?

CASSIE: Stay awake.

DEANNA: I'm up. I'm up. CASSIE: Yeah, you are.

? ?

CODY: Someone's swimming.

STEFANIA: Totally.

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FIG: Holy shit.

How are you so good at this,

and why are you so good at this?

Did you make a deal with the sea witch?

Yes, but that was to get this hair.

Oh.

So what are your--what are your plans for the fall?

UCLA. Alexis is going there too.

We're gonna be roommates.

Missy's going to the fashion institute downtown,

but we'll see her on weekends.

You?

Occidental.

Yeah, I'm staying even closer to home than you are.

That's perfect in case

you want to keep hanging out or whatever.

Yeah.

FIG: Yes! RONI: How? What?

WOMAN: ? Yes, no, maybe so, like a rocket gonna blast off ?

? Watch me go, yee, yay, say my name ?

? Haters gonna hate, but I'm hotter than a game ?

? So ha, hello, bye-bye ?

? Everybody looking at me, but I don't mind ?

? 'Cause damn straight ?

CASSIE: Now, I want to hear you say it. "Screw Fig."

DEANNA: Screw Fig.

CASSIE: Louder like you mean it.

DEANNA: Screw Fig.

CASSIE: From your soul, Deanna.

DEANNA: Screw Fig!

WOMAN ? Earnin' my shots while I take it in stride ?

? I want what I want, and I'll make him mine ?

? Ooh. Come on, now, let's work ?

? Come on, now, let's work ?

? Come on, now, check it out ?

? Come on, now, let's work ?

Hey, Deanna.

May I see your upper right thigh?

DEANNA: Enjoy the best moment of your lives, boys.

WOMAN: ? Come on, now, check it out ?

? Come on, now, let's work, come on, now ?

JONAS: Aw, man.

Oh, no. God, no.

No, no, it's not your physique that's our disappointment.

We're looking for a very specific birthmark.

BERT: Cassie, any chance we could--

Zero.

BERT: Okay.

JONAS: Screwed that up.

Alcohol.

Hold it.

You're clean.

It's out there.

I will find it.

Check out the "Queen of the Band Aids."

[chuckles]

Seriously? BRYCE: What?

MRS. LEWIS: You can't have alcohol.

That's alcohol.

BRYCE: What? Oh, no. Well, you could bust me.

A lot of paperwork involved though.

It seems like the more fun thing

to do would be to just take a shot with me.

I'm not drinking with a teenager.

Then consider it a gift,

something to take the edge off tonight.

Go. Enjoy it.

Although, drinking alone can have dire consequences.

Remember in Pandora's basket

when Alice got in to the Chardonnay by herself?

I told you I can't drink with you.

You could drink, and I could just be there.

I may or may not be headed to somewhere

a bit more private for a refreshment.

That's the spirit. Literally.

Hey, this is purely practical.

I bet a shot of that will keep

those baby blues open a few hours longer.

Mm. My eyes are brown.

? Oh, Stefania, you really had to pee ?

? But you're shy and need distraction ?

? So I have to sing off key ?

STEFANIA: Keep going. CODY: ? Oh, Stefania ?

? I don't know you that well ?

? But our lockers were together ?

? And now we're trapped in hell ?

STEFANIA: Hell? A bit of an exaggeration.

CODY: Yeah, but it rhymed. So where did you pee anyway?

STEFANIA: Jack-o-lantern. A lot of splash-back.

Shoes are very wet.

You know, it's funny.

I spent most of my time in high school in

Stymie's finished basement, and now here

I am, and by "funny,"

I mean utterly depressing.

The finished basement. I'm pretty sure I avoided

that particular staple of teenage life.

Except for that one night.

STEFANIA: What one night? CODY: Nothing.

STEFANIA: No, tell me. What night?

You know, Sully's basement, spin the bottle?

You don't remember?

Refresh my memory.

CODY: No, it's nothing. Forget it.

Well, whatever it is,

I'm sure it's just another rumor about me.

It's not a rumor. That happened.

So we were playing spin the bottle,

and the whole night the bottle hadn't landed on me.

It came close, but they kept calling it a re-spin,

and then you spun it, and pointed right at me.

STEFANIA: Wait, are you saying we've kissed?

Well, no, you kind of refused to.

STEFANIA: Weird. I mean, I can't believe

you remember that if nothing happened.

But see, something did happen.

Now, I'm not gonna say that I was ever super popular,

but before that night I was at least included in everything.

Once you rejected me in front of everybody,

I was never invited back to anything, like, ever,

and I got sucked up into the nerd crowd,

and that's probably why I have a 3.8 GPA

and great things to look forward to,

but that doesn't change the fact that for me,

high school sucked ass.

STEFANIA: What do you want me to say right now?

CODY: Well, an apology might be nice.

STEFANIA: An apology? CODY: Yeah.

STEFANIA: Are you kidding me? It was a game.

It sounds like I was uncomfortable,

and you're trying to blame me for ruining your entire life?

Well, I can't prove causation,

but there sure is correlation.

JONAS: Fidelio?

MELINDA: Money up front. Nobody talks. Nobody gets hurt.

Got me?

And don't touch any wigs.

JONAS: Yes, ma'am.

"Don't touch any wigs?"

I don't know. Sometimes I say or do stupid things

without thinking about them,

and they mean nothing and totally don't matter at all.

It's just...

Well, I guess I'll get back out there.

Okay, then. Sounds good.

JONAS: Smells like peppermint schnapps.

You don't think that she--

BERT: She just sold us our own booze?

I do, Jonas. I do indeed.

JONAS: Damn, she is good.

? Liar, you liar ?

? Hold yourself up higher and higher ?

? I'm not buying the things you wanna say ?

? I've heard 'em all now anyway ?

? You're such a liar, my favorite liar ?

? Now I'm missing home but you think I'm alone ?

? And I think you should know that I've got pretty girls ?

DEANNA: Let's dance.

MAN: ? Yeah, I've got pretty girls to get me home ?

? I've got room to grow, I think you should know ?

? That I've got pretty girls taking me home ?

? ?

? I want to wake up with you. I want to wake up ?

? Feel alive ?

? It's just too bad that you're a liar, a liar ?

? Couldn't trust you in your fire, your fire ?

? 'Cause I would have to be less than what you want ?

? I've got good news, I'm heading off to start a fire ?

? A fire ?

? Liar you liar ?

? Hold yourself up higher and higher ?

? I'm not quite the things you want to say ?

? I'll turn them all and run away ?

? You're such a liar, my favorite liar ?

BRYCE: Fun fact, I actually went to tennis camp

here one summer.

MRS. LEWIS: Is that the end of the fact?

BRYCE: Yeah.

STEFANIA: Oh.

Actually, Coach Lewis and I ended up

in a sleeping bag out here on my grad night.

I forgot about that.

Neat. So what are you drinking to?

I am drinking to taking my first shot in a long time.

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

We used to drink this stuff like it was water.

Why did I do that?

It's so bad. Has tequila always tasted this bad?

BRYCE: Probably. MRS. LEWIS: Ugh.

Isn't that why people normally do shots

with salt and a lime? You need salt and a lime.

MRS. LEWIS: Oh, you know what? No, it's fine.

I can't--I should just go.

No, no, no, no. I just--just hang out.

Look at the stars.

I'll be right back with all your tequila shooting needs.

Okay. Oh, and while you're in there,

will you just swing by the first aid station

and make sure no one's bleeding out?

Thanks.

All right, Justin, made this one up especially for you.

What the butts? That's a drink.

I said I want to check my socials.

Yeah, this is a "Check my Socials."

That's lemonade and peach vodka.

GERALD: No, I mean I need a phone.

Don't you have phones here?

This speakeasy's a dumpster fire.

CHRISTIAN: So how's it going back there?

Good. Everything's good. It's good.

CHRISTIAN: So you're not hiding from me?

What? No. No, no. I'm just--

I'm super busy back here.

You know, just--don't take it personally.

CHRISTIAN: It's kind of hard not to take it personally, and,

you know, it's starting to make me feel very unpretty,

but luckily, you know, I have a solution for that.

[laughs]

That was made for you.

CHRISTIAN: I agree.

As was this, yeah?

MELINDA: You were born to be a star.

CHRISTIAN: If I go out there like this,

you think we'll get more customers,

because I'm doing it unless you tell me otherwise.

MELINDA: Yeah, about that.

You know you don't have to keep helping me.

You know, this is your grad night too.

Don't you want to have fun with your friends and stuff?

I am having fun, and besides, you know,

feathers make me feel so confident.

It's perfect.

No!

What?

MELINDA: Magic's gone.

This is the true you I feel like.

Hey, but at least I got you smiling.

Freaking apples!

You looking for something?

BRYCE: A lime. You seen any?

Uh, to make invisible ink.

Me and the other guys are trying to write

secret graduation messages

to each other. It's an acid, so--

I know how it works.

Just don't drink too much of the invisible ink, okay?

Yeah, thanks.

COACH LEWIS: Yeah.

GERALD: Where are you taking me?

PRINCIPAL SAPERSTEIN: Grad night jail.

Breaking into the office to steal back your phone

is a very serious offense.

Not as serious as--halt!

What's up?

Tequila.

Of all the seniors here,

I never would've expected illegal underage drinking

from the second brightest student in the class.

I wasn't.

I was trying to shield the drinkers with my body.

I'm practically a war hero.

Every year I deal with this.

I even hired a former TSA agent to work the door.

How'd you sneak it in? Was there a drone involved?

As awesome as that would be, no. It wasn't even me. I swear.

Then name your source.

Name your source.

I wrote you a recommendation

for your summer internship at SpaceX,

and I don't think that Elon Musk would take too kindly

to having an offender working on his staff.

Name your source.

Name your source.

? I like that you're broke ?

? You're broke, you're like me ?

? Maybe that makes me a fool ?

? I like that you're lonely, lonely like me ?

? I could be lonely with you ?

? ?

I'm--I'm really glad we finally got the chance to talk.

What?

I said I'm really glad we finally got the chance to talk.

Oh, totally.

I love communicating.

Yeah, same. Yeah.

Hey, remember when you covered this song on the ukulele?

RONI: Yeah. FIG: I loved it.

It's one of my favorite songs.

Alexis made me sing it for her birthday.

I--I hate this song.

MAN: ? These are my people, these are my friends ?

? She grabbed my face, and that's what she said ?

? I like that you're broke, you're broke, you're like me ?

Hey, what's with the tiara?

You the prom queen or something?

No. I'm much better than that.

NINO: Yeah, you are.

MAN: ? Lonely like me ?

? I could be lonely with you ?

? I like that you're broke, you're broke, you're like me ?

? Maybe that makes me a fool ?

? I like that you're lonely, lonely like me ?

RONI: What are you looking at?

FIG: I just--someone I've never seen before tonight.

? ?

So I guess it's probably not Mary Beth.

But she's so ethereal. We have to at least check.

BERT: Look, this night is slipping through our fingers

like so many grains of sand,

and we haven't even made a dent in the list.

We've got to make some tough decisions

so we can target our search.

JONAS: Or-- BERT: Or what?

Nothing. Nothing. I was just saying that in hopes

to spark your creative spirit, but it didn't work.

You didn't say anything great.

I've got it. We walked right up to Deanna

and asked to see her upper right thigh, didn't we?

JONAS: Sure as heck did.

Maybe the key is just to be honest and straightforward

and just ask. JONAS: Yeah.

Okay, that's a great idea. But--

BERT: But what? JONAS: No, no. Nothing.

It's just remember how badly it ended last time

you told me to be honest and straightforward?

It's not my fault our peers didn't find it refreshing

that your student council reelection slogan was

"I'm just doing this for my college applications."

JONAS: You were my campaign manager.

Pro bono.

Do you want to find cosplay_queen_7 or not?

This is the best plan.

Fine. I'm in, but I want my dissent noted for the record.

Are you guys the ones going around

asking to see girls' butts?

BERT: It was him.

Not cool, bro.

[upbeat music]

Go, Dean.

? ?

Want to go somewhere?

Um, very much so.

? ?

Did you see that?

? ?

WOMAN: ? Laying around ?

? Head on the ground, I feel ?

Christian.

Cassie, you see your friend Fig going there with Roni?

I told him to get on that.

I mean, I'm basically Chris Harrison.

CASSIE: No, he's supposed to be with Deanna.

But Deanna's with that felon dude.

It's complicated.

Well, she seems pretty into him,

so maybe it's not that complicated after all.

Oh, and...

If you need booze, Melinda

Weems has got this speakeasy thing going on

in the wardrobe closet.

We might give you a family discount.

We? Now that seems complicated.

I'm helping her raise money for college, okay?

CASSIE: You are nauseatingly kind.

No, it's fun.

It's not like I ever really indulged

my rebellious streak before.

Rebellious streak? You don't have a rebellious streak.

You don't even have a rebellious smudge.

CHRISTIAN Then maybe it's just that she's fun. I don't know.

Aw. Well, either way, if you could keep up

the whole rule-breaking thing for a while

so that I could be the favorite twin,

it would be much appreciated.

CHRISTIAN "It'd be much appreciated."

CASSIE: Shut up.

CODY: You owe me an apology.

An apology? Seriously?

You can't blame everything bad that's ever happened to you

on one night that I don't even remember

where it sounds like I did nothing wrong.

You changed the trajectory of my life.

I get that you didn't mean to,

and I get that you don't understand,

but it happened, and it would mean

a lot to me for you to just acknowledge that.

STEFANIA: You're unpopular because of you, not me,

and the fact that you've been holding on to this bizarre,

and may I add creepy as shit, grudge...

Oh, great.

STEFANIA: Probably doesn't help.

Not to mention, how do you think your friends would feel

if they heard you right now?

Fine. Ignore me.

Ignore the way I feel just like you ignored everybody else

at this school for the last four years.

STEFANIA: Oh, no, if anyone

should complain about high school,

it should be me because people like you judged me

before you ever even talk to me.

You are friends with celebrities.

Your Instagram is all you at clubs

acting way too cool for the rest of us.

Everybody at school wishes they had your life.

Don't you get it?

STEFANIA: My life? CODY: Yes, your life.

My life looks that way because I make it look

that way.

I work at my dad's restaurant. I'm a hostess.

I spent prom night seating complete strangers.

Do you know how lonely that is?

I've never even been to a high school party.

I would love to have a group of friends

who I could just hang out with,

and if I did, I wouldn't be trying to upgrade them,

so spare me your little pity party

because you're not the only one

whose high school experience sucked.

[faint upbeat music]

Fidelio.

? ?

MAN: ? [indistinct] ?

? ?

[upbeat rock music]

? ?

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