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Previously on
Cruel Summer ...

She does have a way of
being the center of attention.

Look, can you cut her
some slack?

(fireworks popping)

(couple panting)

As soon as Principal Bowers
finds out it's me
on the tape,

she's going to call U Dub

and they're going
to revoke my scholarship.

-I'm going to lose everything.
-What if she doesn't find out?

-Steve: Is it the only tape?
-I think you should ask
your number-one son.

-Oh, Dad, Luke--
-Is that the only tape?!

Isabella: People are gonna
start asking questions.

Hal: The coroner's report
just came in.

There's an abrasion on his ear
just above the gunshot wound.

I'm in trouble.
I need your help.

Brent:
Luke didn't just drown.

-It's Luke.
-They think he was murdered.

(audio rewinds)

(R&B plays briefly then fades)

Megan: You know we're only
going for one night, right?

What if it gets cold?
What if it rains?

What if we get stranded
and have to live off the land?

Uh, you know, I don't know
what Luke told you,

but this isn't like
a romantic getaway.

It's 24 hours
of immature boys

running around with
jock straps on their head,

competing to see
who can fart the loudest.

I don't know if it's
really gonna be your scene.

Isabella:
Sounds fun.

I mean, Luke would
totally understand
if you wanted to bail.

-No way.
-Yeah, well, it's
usually guys only, so...

Except for you.

Look, I can handle
a sword fight or two.

So, consider myself warned.

(R&B playing)

(audio rewinds)

(door slams)

(gasping)

You didn't think to warn me?

You just went ahead
and you told my mom

that I was the one
on the sex tape with Luke.

-Megan, I'm sorry.
-No discussion?

No, "should I blurt out this
incredibly humiliating thing

that didn't even happen to me?"

She was looking at me
like I was a monster.

I couldn't stand her
thinking that I would
actually betray you like that.

You're betraying me right now.

-It wasn't yours to tell!
-Megan!

You're the one who said
that no one outside of
the three of us could know.

I know, but she's become
like a second mom to me, okay?

Except she's not your mom,
she's mine.

-This whole thing was your idea.
-Yeah, and I'd do it again
in a heartbeat

because that's what
"ride or die" means to me.

But the way that you've been
leaning on Luke instead of me
these last few days

has really made me wonder.

If the tables were turned,
would you even consider
doing the same for me?

(chatter on police radio)

(knock on door)

Hi, Jack.
Is everything all right?

Jack:
I'm afraid not.

The ballistics came back
from the gun that shot Luke.

It's registered
to Steve Chambers.

I don't understand.
Why are you here?

Because there are three pairs
of prints that were on the gun.

Luke's, Isabella's...

and Megan's.

(pop ballad playing)

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

Yo, Chambers,
your girlfriend's here.

-Whooo!
-Your girlfriend's here.

-Whoo! (laughs)
-I'm not getting any sleep.

-You're looking good.
-(friend barks)

Uh... oooh-whee!

-Hi.
-Hi.

friend:
Ooh.

-Mm-mm-mwah!
-Don't worry about them.

They'll get used to having
a girl around, probably.

-(laughs)
-No offense, Megan.

None taken. Ever.

It's fine,
Megan already warned me.

And you still came?

I don't scare that easily.

Wait till later when Jeff
makes us watch

Boob Camp Massacre 4:
the Underwire.

Wait, where is Jeff?

I don't know. I think...

(heavy breathing)

(maniacal laughter)

(creepy voice)
I tried to warn you.

Now none of you will
make it out of here aliiiive!

(screams, laughs) Help!
Protect me from the killer!

Don't worry, as soon as we fog
his lens, he'll turn to dust.

-(exhales)
-(Jeff titters)

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
I got these.

I brought a ton
of scary movies.

-Even Halloween.
-Really?

-Yeah, I know it's
one of your favorites.
-Yeah, thanks.

That's so nice of you.

(Isabella giggling)

Brent:
Princess Fart's here.

(Megan clears throat)

I would, y'know.

Would what?

Do the same for you.

Ride or die.

Fuck it. Taking the heat
for the tape is a huge deal,

and I appreciate it
more than you know.

Thanks.

I get why you told my mom.

I sort of hoped that
she never had to find out
that it was me on the tape,

that it could just be like
it never happened, you know?

Yeah. Me too.

I'm really sorry.

I hate having you mad at me.
It feels horrible.

Can you forgive me?

It's already done.

Good.

I seriously couldn't
get through this without you.

You won't have to.

You and Luke take the bed.
We'll have a great view
from the floor.

Nah, you and Eric can take it.

That way you two can
finally consummate your love.

-Heard that.
-Yeah, I'll film it
for you as a keepsake.

(laughs, sighs)

Hey! Who wants my wood?

1989 called.
They want their joke back.

Hey, what the hell
are you doing here?

Chillax, asswipe.
Dad wanted me to come.

He doesn't want you stealing
any more of Ned's firewood.

He's afraid you're gonna catch
a bullet in your bony ass.

That nut-job gets trigger happy
if a bird craps on his porch.

Yeah, well, congratulations,
mission accomplished.

-Uh, you can go now.
-Don't worry, okay?

I'm not gonna crash
your pathetic little sleepover.

You can wet the bed in private.

But my girl and I,
we do deserve a little
something for our troubles.

So, Fredo, hey, beer me.

-Incoming.
-Yep.

-Wait, Brent.
-(Brent sighs)

You said
we weren't gonna stay long.

We're not.

(pop music rises)

(fades)

Hey. How you holding up?

I've had better weeks.

I have no doubt.
Look, you're a good kid.

You made a mistake, and you'll
find a way to make it right.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Trust me, I've made my share
of mistakes, and apologies.

Just trust your heart,
you'll do fine, all right?

(Jack chuckles)

(hard rock music playing)

(music continues over newscast)

...but a toxicology report
revealed Luke had narcotics
in his system

at the time of his death,
leading authorities
to suspect foul play.

I picked the wrong time
to vacation here, huh?

Plus the coffee's terrible.

...a stray bullet
found in a wall,
leading investigators...

Did you and Luke
grow up together?

Excuse me?

Luke Chambers.

The, um... the dead boy.

Oh, you two were dating, right?

How did you know--

This is Jenna Raush,
reporting live from Chatham.

Thanks, Jenna. And now
in other breaking news...

Megan. The world wants to hear
your side of the story.

Let me help you share it.

You're right.
The coffee here is terrible.

(Rebecca clears throat)

I should've figured
my parents would send you.

You know they'd be here
themselves if they could.

We've never played games
before, Rebecca.

Let's not start now.

You look well.

Circumstances aside.

I didn't think I'd be
seeing you again so soon.

That makes two of us.

Let's start with
your fingerprints on the gun.

Megan and I both used the gun
last summer for target practice.

Luke was with us.

All right.

I understand there's a sex tape.

Yeah, but it wasn't me on it,
okay, it was Megan.

I just... I took the blame

so that she wouldn't lose
her scholarship.

Awfully generous of you.

It felt right at the time.

Now it just seems
kind of pointless.

Only a few people know
that it was Megan on the tape.

But the tape still hurts her
more than me, right?

I mean,
she's the "wronged party,"

the one with an axe to grind
where Luke's concerned.

It stands to hurt both of you.

But a town like this will always
look harder at the outsider.

Yeah.

Haven't seen too many friendly
faces around here lately.

There's another angle I'm sure
the police will pursue,

you and Megan working together.

We need to control the optics.

I told you,
we haven't spoken in months.

It won't matter.

Just keep contact with Megan and
Debbie to an absolute minimum.

Why don't we just claim
diplomatic immunity
and get on a plane?

I'm afraid that would
look very bad.

Especially after what happened
in St. Bart's last winter.

Brent: You know what they say
about sharp shooters.

Jeff:
What?

Soft boners!

Parker didn't complain
last night.

-Parker: You wish.
-Ooh!

C'mere, douchebag.

Is this what you want, buddy?
If this is what you want, fine.

-You ready?
-Right.

Ooh, I've never actually held
one of these before.

-It's kind of heavy--
-Okay, whoa, whoa!

First thing is, never wave
a loaded gun around, okay?

Keep it pointed towards
the ground till you're
ready to shoot.

-Okay.
-All right?

Or?

Or you could blow
somebody's head off.

I mean,
I have diplomatic immunity.

So, I could kill all of you
and get away with it.

Okay. Let's maybe
not test that theory.

-All right.
-All right?

Okay, so...

you want a tight grip,
not too tight.

-Okay.
-Keep your finger
off the trigger

till you're ready
to shoot, okay?

Now what?

-Now you aim.
-Mm-hmm.

And fire.

(fires)

(fires)

I'm terrible.

No. No, you just need
some more lessons.

Can't wait.

I'll be back, okay?

You gonna show me
how to do it too?

You guys, like, together now?

-(fires)
-Sorry, translation please?

Like, are you seeing each other?

You guys have been
hanging out a lot.

Yeah, it's super serious.

We brought promise rings
and everything.

Uhh... Shut up, I know.
Labels are stupid.

But as your best friend
and her, like, landlord,

I just wanted to know
what was going on.

What did I miss?

Uh... nothing.

Damn, Megan, remind me
to stay on your good side.

♪ ♪

Let's go, yes!
Start backing up
the money truck.

I got this one in the bag.

(door closes)

I'll call you back.

(knock on door)

Pretty sure it's supposed
to be the other way around.

No more casseroles for me.

I could open a store.

How're you holding up?

A bit of a blur.

Right?

Nights are worse...

Well, I just don't think
I'm gonna sleep again until
I find out who killed him.

Um... Jack told me about
the fingerprints on the gun.

You can't really think
that the girls--

No. No, no.
The girls were with Luke

up at the cabin last summer.

Probably been playing around
with the gun.

I'm sure that's all it was.

Uh, there is one
strange thing, though.

Jack said the cabin
was cleaned recently.

I haven't been there in months.
Neither has Brent.

So who cleaned it?

(suspenseful music playing)

-We should get him
to try tonight.
-I bet he would do it.

(dramatic voice) Megan Landry,
top of her class, model citizen.

What dark secrets lurk
beneath her friendly surface?

Is that novel a harmless hobby

or research
for her next twisted kill?

Okay, c'mon, stop,
you know I hate that thing.

You might hate it,
but it loves you.

-(clears throat, laughs)
-Hey, hey!

(dramatic voice)
Jeff Pope, auteur or voyeur?

All right, cut it out.

It's kind of nice to see you
without your camera.

You're always hiding behind it.

Is that how it seems?

Sometimes.

I like how it lets me be a part
of things but also separate.

After a while,
people forget that you're there.

You end up seeing a lot more
than you would have.

Yeah.

I get that.

And what have you learned?

Don't let a girl touch
your camera...

no matter how cute she is.

You need to get a lawyer.

Debbie: I've known Jack Myer
for almost 20 years.

I'm sure he'll sort it all out.

Sheriff Myer isn't your friend,
Debbie, he's a cop.

You seem to know a lot
about dealing with the law.

Just get a lawyer.

Okay?

A really, really good one.

Aww, Laundry,
you shouldn't have!

Nah-ah.
Not a chance, penis breath.

Penis breath?
And that's one of my faves.

-Thank you. Well, I was
taught by the master, so...
-Mm-hmm.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

So, is Luke gonna close the deal
with the import or...?

Eww. Don't call her that.

This whole "bros gone wild"
thing is getting kind of tired.

I miss the semi-decent guy
I used to know.

-Only semi?
-No one's perfect.
Especially not you.

(scoffs) Yeah, well...

I'm just saying, if you want
her gone, I've got your back.

(laughs) Okay, thanks.

But I think I got everything
under control.

-Hmm.
-Now get lost

and let us have our
lame overnight to ourselves.

Brent:
Hmm.

(mouth full) Yo, Parker!

Come on,
we're outie 5,000!

(door closes)

Hi. Your lobster club,
extra chips. Enjoy.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.
Are you okay?

I'm just like an animal
in a zoo.

What are you doing?
You're just gonna
make things worse.

Let 'em talk.
I took care of the tapes.

Everything's gonna be okay.

These all the tapes?

Steve:
Think hard about your answer.

You've had trouble
with it before.

Uh... Th-That's all of them.

I swear.

(Steve sighs)

This is a criminal matter,
Brent.

Some of these kids are
underage--

I'm gonna take care
of his punishment, Jack,

and believe me,
it's gonna have real impact.

Jack:
This is a police matter.

It's also a judgment call.

Like when your roof was leaking

and the county didn't have
a new one in the budget.

And I took care of it,
I put a new one on,
I kept you safe and dry.

-Yeah, you did.
-Or when Bonnie was...

what, like, six months
in arrears on her rent?

We worked out
a payment plan that...

if we're being honest,
was an amnesty.

-Steve.
-Or when I scraped you
off the floor of my bar

after you lost a big bet

and made sure that you
got home in one piece.

That's a judgment call.

And I appreciate
all of that, I do.

-I'm just trying to do my job.
-And I get that.

But when I tell you that
something is taken care of,

you can rest easy because
my word means something,

so you get rid of the tapes,
I take care of Brent,

and the story ends here.

Myer looked like he was
gonna piss his pants.

-(Brent groans)
-You told me there was one tape,
which would be bad enough,

but there were six?

-Dad!
-What is wrong with you?!

You know, I thought I didn't
have to worry about you,

that you were on a good path,
that you were squared away.

Your mother would be horrified.

You know, I was this close
to letting the sheriff
throw the book at you.

You understand me?

Don't make me regret that.

-You understand me?
-Yeah.

-Do you understand me?
-Yes!

(engine starts)

All right, let's
play Two Truths and a Lie.

It'll help me get some dirt
in case I need to blackmail
any of you in the future.

-(subdued laughter)
-Yeah, great idea. I'll start.

Nice initiative, Mr. Chambers.

Thank you. Um...

Okay, uh, my mom wanted
to name me Xerxes,

but my dad said no.

I've had a pen pal in San Diego
since, like, the third grade.

And I've been to

three out of seven
of the Wonders of the World.

Legoland doesn't count, dude.

(friends laughing)

-Wait, Xerxes is true?!
-Yeah.

I really need to thank your dad
the next time I see him.

-(laughter)
-Jeff: Okay, my turn.

Um, raw chicken legs
freak me out.

I dislocated my shoulder once,
and if I try really hard,

I can pop it back out of joint.

And... when I was a little kid,
I was in a commercial.

Chicken legs? Really?

-Commercial's bogus.
-Yeah, you would've
mentioned that, like,

a million times by now, dude.

-(girls laughing)
-Okay, you got me.

You can dislocate
your shoulder?

If you ask me nicely.

Isabella:
Okay, my turn.

Um...

Let's see, I saw NSYNC
at a tiny club in Barcelona

before they got famous.

I broke my leg in three places
while skiing in the Swiss Alps.

And...
I have severe somnambulism.

-S-So-- what?
-(laughter)

I sleepwalk like crazy.
I do some really weird stuff.

I mean, a couple nights ago,

Debbie found me in the backyard
practically naked.

-Ohh!
-Freddy: Tonight just got
a lot more interesting.

Right, Megan?
You saw me out there.

Uh... Yeah, yeah, totally.

She was, uh, in her underwear,
watering the flowers.

-Ooh, show the porno!
-(guys laughing)

Freddy:
Dudes, we have to go to Europe.

The sex tape gives them

a juicy motive
that they can sell.

"Megan Landry, jilted lover."

Bingo. That,
with the fingerprints,

and the fact that you were
the last one to see Luke...

it starts to tell a story.

(phone ringing)

I'm sorry,
I need to take this.

It's a grand jury selection.

Hey, Bill,
what have you got for me?

(softly) He seems really good.

Yeah. And expensive.

Where'd you get the money?
Steve?

What? What are you
not telling me?

I've never asked him
for anything in 12 years.

-Are you serious?
-He's your father.

-Oh, my God!
-He owes you.

You said that we didn't
need him, that we'd never
ask him for anything.

I know, but I'm not
gonna let my pride

stand in the way of getting you
the best possible defense.

It is too important.

I'm gonna pay him back.

Every cent.

-Tell him that.
-Tom: We should go.

They're expecting us down
at the station.

Jeff: They wanted to make
a documentary about a witch
that lived in the woods.

They spent a week out there
and all of them vanished.

Someone found the footage
and cut it together.

I heard that it's terrifying.

I'm going to Seattle to see it
next weekend, I can't wait.

-You're a freak, dude.
-Says the dude who ate
a bowl of dog food on a dare.

(laughing)

-Luke: Oh, crap, is it raining?
-Jeff: Shoot.

Yo, let's get this stuff inside.

You got it?
Come on, come on, come on.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

Chill, bro.

-Whoo!
-(laughter fading)

(owl hooting)

Thanks for
the sleepwalking assist.

You nailed it.

Don't you wanna get inside?

I don't care.

Lisa and I once spent
a whole storm in the ocean.

I love the sound of rain
underwater.

Me too.

Jeff is crushing on you... hard.

No. No way.

Those guys don't think
of me like that.

Megan.

You're smart, fun, and hot.

Okay, come on, that's, like,
the crush trifecta.

Maybe you used to be
"one of the guys,"

but I think those days are over.

(distant thunder rumbling)

(chatter on police radio)

Hi, Tom Galvin.
I'm representing the Landrys.

We had an eleven o'clock
appointment.

(door slams)

(giggling)

(indistinct chatter)

-1, 2...
-Isabella:
What are they doing?

-Yes! Yes!
-Megan: I have no idea.

(girls laughing)

Do you want to get out of here,
sleep in actual beds,

far from the threat
of Freddy's hot dog farts?

-I'll race you to the car.
-Okay.

I'm so glad
we left that sausage fest.

You and Luke seemed like
you were having fun, though.

Yeah, but if Freddy has
underwear on his head by now,

what's the next few hours
gonna bring?

Cabin Slasher 12: The Curse
of Tim's Morning Wood.

Oh, God. (laughs)

How'd you get Brent to leave?

You just have to know how
to handle him.

He acts like a jerk, but he's
really just a stunted child.

I used to think
he was really cool.

But that was, like,
a million years ago, before...

Before his mom died.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Kinda makes me feel bad
for him.

Oh, no, he still
totally sucks. (laughs)

Steve:
Luke.

Come here.

(clears throat)

When I was in the army,

we called guys like
your brother "Delta Sierras."

Dip shits?

Close enough.

They'll probably have your back
push comes to shove,

but... in anything less
than a crisis,

they tend to let you down.

Yeah.

But you... you're straight up.

You're honest.

You wear your heart
on your sleeve.

Along with
your size 11 Converse.

I mean, I know you
dropped off those tapes.

-Dad, I--
-Okay, so your brother
is Delta Sierra.

He's a dip shit.

And what he did is
reprehensible.

But he would never

intentionally humiliate
our family like you did.

I just-- I wanted
to see him get punished--

Our business is private.

You don't litigate it in public.

Ever.

Clear?

Yeah.

If it isn't our leading ladies.

What's up, Isabella?
You wanna hang out tonight,

or are you only into guys
with girlfriends?

-What's he talking about?
-I just hear a lot
of stupid noise.

Megan:
Come on!

My little sister's here,
you moron.

What do you say we get back
at Luke, make a movie
of our own?

Yeah, I'll hold the camera.

Does this make you feel better?

Actually, it kinda does.

You chose the wrong guy.

I never would've done
that to you.

The tape cut out before we got
a good look at the heroine.

But I'd know that laugh
anywhere.

Used to be one of
my favorite things about you.

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

When did you first learn
Luke was missing?

Same as everyone else.
The day after the party.

And you had no contact
with him after that point?

No.

We weren't that close then.

Can you explain to me
why your fingerprints

were on the gun?

Luke showed me how to shoot.

I'd never held a gun before.

I used the gun last summer.

A bunch of us
went out to the cabin.

Why aren't their prints
on the gun?

You don't have to answer that.

Were you angry at Luke
after the Christmas party?

No comment.

Did you want revenge on him
for betraying you?

Rebecca:
No comment.

For breaking your heart?

Tom:
No comment.

You little bitch.

Ratting me out
to your little Sheriff daddy?

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

Somebody gave the cops my tapes.

-It wasn't me, but good.
-Hmm.

You shouldn't get away
with that.

Well, Dad didn't give a shit.

-Wh-What?
-Yeah.

Bitch-slapped Myer,
flexed on him super hard.

So I'm clear.

But if it wasn't you,

then it must've been
your little side skank.

Guess I'll have to give her
what's coming to her.

♪ And there'll be
no complications... ♪

What the hell?

Debbie:
Megan!

Megan.

Debbie:
Megan, come back!

Megan:
I can't believe this.

I can't believe
she would do this to us.

Who is that guy?

My dad.

His name is Keith,
he's a musician.

Plays guitar
in some old rock band.

Isabella:
Keith?

I never really called him dad.

They weren't married
or anything,

but he was around
a bunch when I was little.

For, like,
birthdays and holidays.

I remember him dressing up
as the Easter Bunny once.

Sorry,
this is probably so boring.

No. No, not even a little bit.

He always had really long hair.

Slept in late.

He used to make up
these funny songs

about brushing your teeth
or doing laundry.

He sounds cool.

Yeah.

Yeah, he does.

Uh, when my mom
got pregnant with Lily,

they started fighting a lot,
and he was away more.

And then, by the time Lily
was born, he pretty much
disappeared.

Most of the time
I forget he even exists.

I'm so sorry.

That sucks.

I always used to catch my mom
listening to his music.

But it's been years.

Why would she want to bring him
back into her life?

I mean, I know that she always
sees the best in people,

but all he's ever done
is hurt us.

You could ask her.

Or maybe you'd rather stay
pissed for several days.

I'm super supportive
of that as well.

So, what's all this about?

Whatever you think you heard
on that tape,

you can't prove it.

Says you.

I, on the other hand,
have plenty of proof

about how you pay for all
that fancy camera equipment.

Unless you want us spilling
your dirty little secret,

you're gonna
keep your mouth shut.

-You swore you'd never tell--
-I don't want to.

I had a great time
with you last summer.

I don't want to ruin that now
by getting messy.

So, basically, it's blackmail.

More like mutual destruction.

Choose your own adventure...

or don't.

Megan:
Are you and your dad close?

No.

He's older, serious.

We don't really talk that much.

He and my mom are, like,
obsessed with their jobs.

My aunt says
they're like co-pilots--

all they care about
is landing the plane,

and I'm just
some passenger in the back.

-Really?
-Yeah. For sure.

I'm more of
an inconvenience if anything.

They just throw their money
at me to hide their guilt.

I mean,
I'm sure that they love you.

Maybe.

They just have a really lousy
way of showing it, though.

I know Debbie's
not perfect, but...

at least she listens to you
when you talk to her.

You know, I don't think
that my parents

have heard a word that I've said
in like five years.

Headline--
adults suck sometimes.

I'm glad you're here.

Me too.

But this candy's awful.

-(laughing)
-It sucks.

-It's so bad.
-I'm sorry.

I wanted you to try
something from Europe.

It was a very--
it was a very nice thought.

(laughing) But it's so bad.

You're right. Yeah, I know.

Jack: Tell me about
the last time you saw Luke.

I've already told you
like ten times.

Just once more. Please.

Then we're done.

Luke and I left the party
just after midnight.

We parked near the beach,

and then I dropped him back home
a couple hours later.

Eyewitnesses confirm seeing you
leave the party together.

As far as you
dropping Luke back at home...

This is security footage
from the Chambers' driveway,

from midnight till 7 a. m.

(tape fast-forwarding)

No sign of either your car
or Luke coming home
at any point.

My client is exhausted.
We'll have to pick this up
another time.

Just one more thing.

You say you haven't been
to the cabin since last summer?

That's right.

Rebecca: You sure
you told me everything?

Isabella:
Yes, I swear.

Then can you explain to me
why we found your bag

stashed in the crawl space
at the Chambers' cabin,

the scene of Luke's murder?

And what is all this money for?

Is there anything about that
night you haven't told me?

We cannot afford
any more surprises.

He knows about our lie.

Which one?

I am not going to
let Megan go down

for a crime she didn't commit.

You sound so sure of that.

Haven't given up
on our friendship,

you really expect
me to believe that?

How far do I need to go
to prove my loyalty to you?

Do you need me to kill for you?

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